#gabe your lip piercing

[lastmidtownshowmp3]

Beautiful men keep taking out their piercings. Everytime a beautiful man takes out his piercing an angel cries

[gabessquishytum]

Oh OG Warprize Hob Anon wherefore art thou..... I just thought it was time to show thanks and appreciation for one of the best AUs (imo) to come out of the Dreamling ship. Not a week goes by where I don't think about their writing, and spin headcanons and scenarios of my own in my head. One of the most underrated aspects of their writing I think is Dream's ruthlessness and cruelty in that AU, it's so rare to see Dream just be a toppy asshole all the way through, fellow fans seem to prefer to see him as an emotional bottom twink 😭. One of the rare AUs where Hob is allowed to be the sensitive wanton bottom all throughout 🤤🤤 Ohh OG Warprize Hob Anon, I miss your writing so much, I hope to see your writing grace this dashboard once more, especially with more dark Dream moments. For my fellow fans, I thought I'd do a small thing and compile all their asks here. I'm so sorry if this is sloppy, but I just copy-pasted these here.

Warprize Hob AU

Anonymous asked:

I don’t know where this came from?? Dubcon/noncon cw, or it’s kinky roleplay if you prefer that. But...

Hob fought bravely, a solider in the war of greater men. He even crossed blades with terror in all black, the Nightmare King himself once. They said it was better for a solider like him to die with honor than to be taken alive. But when the tide turned and Hob’s own sworn sovereign fell, all he wanted was to live. He laid down his blade, expecting to be taken into chains. But not chains like these.

He kneels, blindfolded, on the bed, naked other than pure gold bondage, thin chains that truss him everywhere. Gold binds his hands at his back. Gold cuffs secure his ankles, connected by a flimsy thread only put there so it could be snapped apart. Gold laces around his tits, catching in his chest hair. Gold threads between new ruby piercings in his nipples—still so sensitive that even the touch of silk sends bolts of pure heat through his body. Every time he twitches, he sees stars. Gold loops like garters around his thighs, connected to the glimmering chain around his hips. And gold ribbon cages his achingly hard cock and full balls.

Hob is so, so hard. He has been since they fed him sweet candied fruits laced with a magic that heated his blood until he was begging those faceless servants to please, please let him come. They didn’t. Instead, he was bathed and perfumed with jasmine oil brushed through his hair (everywhere). He was opened with gentle touches and generous oil, a marble plug nestled inside him, blessedly cool against his burning skin. He was left on the bed with a final chain connecting his collar to the bedframe.

His prick so hard in its confines, and the plug is not enough. He still feels terribly empty. Against his own will, he finds himself rocking back and forth, rubbing his thighs together, desperate for anything that might help him get pleasure where he needs it most.

Until with no warning, a hand touches his head. He stills. He thought he was alone. Strong, thin fingers brush down his face, linger on his lips. A gentle thumb pushes inside his mouth. Hob moans, body thrumming like a harp just to be touched so simply.

“Peace, my prize,” a deep voice, peaceful as slumber, murmurs. The blindfold is pulled down and Hob blinks blearily into the face of the Nightmare King himself. He smiles, confident and regal, and slim fingers caress his side, down to his ass, and push against the plug until it finally presses where Hob needs it. "I will give you what you crave.”

Gabe:

Mmmm yes!!!! I love this.

Hob as Dream’s chosen prize after his victory in battle? Oh yes, excellent. I particularly adore the idea of Hob being unknowingly fed some kind of aphrodisiac to make him needy - Dream wants him to be willing, so he will simply make sure that he has no choice but to be.

Also, the preparation... Hob would usually be utterly humiliated by such an act. It's so impersonal and degrading. But all he can think about is how much he wants to cum, so he spends the whole time whining and begging for more. By the time Dream gets to him, Hob is spreading his legs like a well trained whore who's never known anything different. He's nearly forgotten the battle and his instincts as a warrior, he just wants to be fucked. Anyone could come into the room and have him and Hob would just be grateful.

But he isn't for just anyone, oh no. He's the king’s prize, his spoils of war. He suckles desperately on Dream’s thumb, sticks his arse out temptingly and generally tries to make himself as tempting as possible. He aches, and his brain is fuzzy, the king is absolutely the most beautiful thing Hob has ever seen right now.

Not to mention his cock is perfect - the most perfect Hob has ever had inside him. It's as though his body has been molded perfectly for the king’s cock. He's not sure if he's ever cum so many times in his life.

When he comes back to himself several hours later, sweating and sticky and aching... he knows that he should be angry and hurt. He should get up from the beautiful bed and find some way to escape. But. He's tired, and hungry. The bed is comfortable, and the king is staring at him with sparkling black eyes.

He rolls over. Cum trickles gently down his thighs. The king holds out his hand, one of those candied fruits held between his long pale fingers.

Hob opens his mouth.

Anonymous asked:

Hiii I’m the originally war prize hob anon, lured back because I was blown away by how you and everyone else responded to the idea! Amazing work, go team.

Here’s more. (It’s so long. I’m sorry)

At first, Hob was confined to the bed chamber, a decoration, a pretty thing—and so rarely has Hob ever considered himself pretty. Pretty was for swallow-boned young men and women with smooth thighs. Pretty was not him, full bodied and furred. He has always pleased his lovers, they have found him handsome. But most have expected him to take charge and take care of them, not to—to—

Submit with spread legs and open mouth. To tempt. To eat sweet aphrodisiacs from those long, pale fingers until he’s begging to feel them for inside him. Sweet humiliation.

The king wants this. They pass long nights pounding Hob’s pride to shreds. He learns to beg under the king’s cock, his cruel mouth, and the touch of those inhuman eyes. Even sober, he only has to think of the king and his body floods with hot want. But still. Hob doesn’t understand.

“Why me?” He dared ask the first week, the king with a hand fisted in his hair, thrusting into him so deep and slow, Hob could feel it in his throat.

The king paused. A cool hand trailed down Hob’s back. Gathered the chains that pooled at his back, the ones he hadn’t yet snapped in his fervor. “I am interested.”

Hob meant to press him, even at the risk of his own peril, but the king slammed back into him and every thought vanished.

And then Hob is brought out of the bed and taken to kneel at the throne during the days too, chained to the king’s hand. At first, Hob assumes he is meant to be a symbol of the king’s power. Or a toy to warm the king’s cock when the duties of court grow dull. (Hob is both.)

But then comes a night when the king ponders battle plans for his next great war. And he turns to Hob.

“My general suggested we surge ahead and meet the enemy at their own gate. You rolled your eyes.” The king looks at Hob as if he is peeling the layers of muscle and bone away, finding the heart of him. And Hob realizes that all day, the king had noticed him listening. Not always—sometimes the king prefers to see him squirm, prefers to press the heavy gold plug into his hole and watch Hob strain for hours to keep it in, only to fail. During those hours, Hob had not heard a thing.

But when the king had allowed Hob to rest his head against his solid thigh, Hob had listened. And he had been seen doing it.

“Your enemy will expect a frontal attack. A show of strength. For you are a strong king. Respectfully, that’s a brave way to kill many of your own men.”

“Hmm.” The king says nothing else. He beckons until Hob kneels again at his side, the bowl of candied fruits, as always, sitting on the table. The king plucks one up and offers it to Hob.

“My lord,” Hob breathes. “Why do you care what I think?”

Hands brush through his hair. “Eat,” the king murmurs.

This king wants something. He waits for something. Hob cannot work out what. Yet.

He eats.

Gabe:

Assfggjkl og warprize anon!!!!!!

I am so taken with Hob’s thoughtfulness, his curiosity. His fearlessness. And I think that Dream is rapidly becoming besotted with these things too.

Hob isn't scared of him. No matter how ruthless and harsh he is, no matter which way Dream forces Hob to bend, he always springs back up with those curious eyes, wanting to know what's next. Dream suspects that he doesn't need the aphrodisiacs at all - that Hob would be willing to spread himself out in any arrangement of Dream’s choosing. But Dream is afraid of rejection, and Hob enjoys the lustful oblivion just a little bit too much to ask for a change.

Hob is clever and capable and good with his hands. When Dream comes to him wounded from some accident or skirmish, Hob knows exactly how to bind the flesh carefully but firmly. He rests his head in Dream’s lap after, like a beloved pet hound. His breathing is so soothing, Dream even manages to fall asleep. He wakes up and Hob is already between his legs, ready and waiting to be choked on the king’s cock as usual.

Dream fucks him instead, as ferocious as ever but this time with a purpose. Hob is his prize and the world ought to know about it. From now on, he'll have Hob smelling of his cum, always. He'll have him littered with bite marks and bruises. He'll keep Hob close, make sure the end of his gold leash is always within reach. He'll bring Hob to the battlefield, if he must.

A creature as magnificent as Hob must be treated as he deserves. And Dream alone can give him what he needs.

Anonymous asked:

War prize hob anon, here!!! I am loving the responses to this idea! So many amazing brilliant takes, love to see it.

The talk of whether Hob would escape or stay and be spoiled inspired me (glorious takes on both sides) so I drabbled on the subject…

It takes time. Trust. And a letter opener left unattended.

That night, Hob slides quietly as he can out of the silk sheets. He sits astride the sleeping king, his face turned toward the moon, his neck a deceptive swan’s curve. And Hob raises the blade to it.

One slice. And he is free.

It does not matter, he tells himself, that he has never been fucked so well. That the king is kind to him, relatively. He could take Hob with violence and pain or share him. Instead he feeds Hob fruits to heat his blood so that every time he plunders his body, with fingers, tongue and cock, Hob welcomes him.

Even the humiliations and hurts of his new service are given a sweet edge. The way he was spanked for misbehaving, hard and brutal, until his skin was red and tender. Followed by a hot tongue in his ass. The way he was made to kneel for hours and hold the king’s cock in his mouth. Followed by servants massaging the aches from his body and tending to his bad knee. (Yet another reason Hob is a poor choice for a prize.) In the king’s service, Hob might hurt. But he rewards him with such care…lavishes attention on him until Hob cannot come any more.

No. Hob has to do this. He must escape. He has his pride. This is just pleasure. Nothing more.

“Well?” The king’s voice interrupts his turmoil. Oh gods. He is awake. He surges up, knocking the blade from his grip. A hand clamps on his thigh, another on his wrist and he is rolled on his back, away from the blade. The chain between his wrists, once wide to allow him movement, slithers shorter until the cuffs kiss, and the collar tightens just enough to threaten his breathing. For all his battle prowess, struggling it gets him nowhere but squirming and pinned. The nightmare king settles over Hob like a dragon on top of its hoard. He stares unblinkingly down at him.

“You could not do it,” comes that deep whisper. Hob stills. “You are a well-trained solider yet for nearly five minutes you sat with a blade at my neck and did not make your move. Why?”

Hob swallows. A hot open mouthed kiss blooms just under his jaw, followed by the press of teeth. Even without the candied fruit his body sings for this man. What is happening to him?

“My pet. My prize. You must already face great consequences for this disobedience,” the king says. “I may not let you come for weeks. Answer me or it will be months.”

“I had to try. I had to—I don’t understand.” It isn’t the first time he has asked, pled, begged to know. “I’m at my wits end. Please. Why me?”

Fingers slip between them to tease at his hole and Hob resists the powerful, heady urge to submit and grind against him. For as long as he can before his resolve crumbles into lust. It will not be long. It never is.

The king gives the same maddening answer he always gives. The only one, whispered against his lips. “I am interested.”

Gabe:

Hnnnnng.

Og warprize hob anon…… i hope you know that you’ve created a beautiful monster and we’re all horny about it. i hope you also know that your words are beautiful and your prose is delightful. it’s a pleasure to read.

Oh but the turmoil Hob goes through. There’s nothing that the king can do to soothe the way his mind is twisting and turning, bouncing between loyalty to himself and some mad, misplaced loyalty to this nightmare of man. What does Hob owe Dream, really? His life? What kind of life is this?

He could set himself free. He thinks he’s almost worked it out. He could take away the one think the king seems to want. He could make himself… dull. Boring, predictable. Uninteresting.

But.

He thinks about long, thin fingers running down his spine and soothing the perpetual ache at the small of his back. Warm salve on his knee, applied at the king’s own orders. His body rigid and sweating in the night from some bad dream, suddenly embraced by cool arms. A kiss on his brow in the early morning. He’s been so greedy for those things, has coveted them and gloried in them. How can he live without them now?

Worse: what would the nightmare king do with a broken toy? Hob doesn’t want to find out.

He bounces in Dream’s lap with renewed fervor when he’s finally allowed the privilege of taking the king’s cock again. But there’s a heat behind his eyes, a kind of determination that he’d thought long dead and gone. He’ll find some way to win this game, this strange warped little battle. His own feelings be damned, Hob will not be broken. Even a king must have some chink in his armor, somewhere.

Dream raises a delicate eyebrow and almost, almost smiles. Pulls his prize closer by his golden leash.

“Interesting.”

Anonymous asked:

Hiiii warprize anon here! Glad to see people are still warprizing hob, I think it’s good for him. Truly, anons, you are doing glorious work with that AU.

I wanted to write dark obsessive dream next in all his dubcon glory next but no one cooperated? Have some less porny character introspection instead ig…

It’s amazing how little it takes for a grown man to become used to being a pet. As weeks stretch into months, Hob revels, just a little. In the lustful linger of eyes on his body. In the quirk of that cruel mouth when Hob pleases the king. The eager stirring of his cock even before he eats aphrodisiacs. Even his punishments—even the hot lash of the whip—begins to feel like sacrilegious worship. Gasping for breath, holding his thighs spread as the king buries himself in his body certainly is. In the blackest and most honest hours of the night, Hob knows the truth. He is starting to like it.

That’s the danger of the king’s service.

Hour by orgasmic hour, the king is twisting himself into Hob’s mind and body like a key carving out its own lock. He demands Hob’s submission, his pleasure and his desire for his own. But how many people had the king had in such a way? How many prizes have knelt, and learned to live at his pleasure? And where are they now? Abandoned surely, replaced. Hob is the chalice the king sips from now but he is one of dozens, maybe even hundreds. The king might have taken a prize from every battle won.

Hob is…not special.

He kneels on his cushion, waiting for the king who has stepped from the throne room, and reminds himself.

Footsteps approach and stop just behind him. Always, when the king is away, a guard is assigned to keep a close eye for Hob’s protection, though none are allowed to take his chains in their grip. Not unless Hob runs. Daring, the guard plucks at the chain between his nipples until it swings against Hob’s chest. He holds his breath.

“How’s it going?” A voice drawls. “Knees a little tired?”

Hob glances at the door for the absent king before raising his head. The guard above him smirks like he knows a joke and Hob is the punchline.

“Yes, rather,” Hob replies. “Even with the cushion.”

“His majesty seems to like that,” he muses.

Corinthian. That is his name. He’d heard the king give him orders with iron in his voice. The way one talked to a guard dog who wasn’t trusted. A creature who couldn’t be taught to fear the whip.

“You’d know better than me.” Hob meets his eye as best he can through the man’s dark glasses. He is very handsome, golden and strong. Perhaps this is the answer. Perhaps prizes who lose their luster are given other ways to serve.

Corinthian tilts his head. Hob feels his eyes trace down the marks the king left. Lurid love bites at his throat and faint fingertip bruises on his hips. “I really don’t. Suppose I’m not his type.”

“Surely you’ve seen the others then.” Hob replies. He keeps his hands folded where they’re bound at the small of his back.

“Other … prizes?” Corinthian’s grin only grows. “Sweetheart, no. You’re the first.”

Hon stares but senses no lie. “Can’t be.“

“Picking a prize always been his right but he’s never felt the need to use it until now. Until you.” The man leans closer, dangerously into his space. Hob feels him breathing, he’s so close. “I’ve heard the sounds he pulls from you at night. He must have years of pent up energy.”

Hob’s throat is dry. Something fragile, winged and stupid flutters in his chest. But before he has to think of a reply, Corinthian snaps back to a respectful distance an instant before the doors swing open, and the king sweeps in. He climbs the stairs, slinks back to claim his throne. Hob is still reeling when his cool hand finds his chin and tilts his head up.

“You did not move,” the king says. It is not a question but an expectation.

Hob shakes his head. For a long moment his eyes glitter down on him, simply watching. Then fingers card through his hair and he is guided to rest his head against his king’s knee.

Gabe:

Lying face down on the floor after reading this tbh. Like. What can I say? What can I add?

Knowing that he's the only one is a further kind of beautiful torture for Hob, because once again he's asking himself over and over again: why? Why him, above anyone else? There's a part of him in agony over his imprisonment, the curtailing of his freedoms, the fact that his mind and body are no longer his own. Then there's the part of him who wants to know why, so he can be good. He needs to know how he can keep the favour that he has miraculously obtained.

And Dream? He never gives answers. If Hob even dared to ask more than a small, sobbed "why me?" in the midst of some blissful torture, Dream wouldn't bother to answer. Hob thinks that the king likes him kept ignorant and confused. It's another way to keep him in line. He's always dancing on a knife's edge, wondering whether the king will eventually toss him aside - never knowing if he's truly safe.

So he'd better be as good as he can. Never give Dream a reason to throw him away. But he will slip up eventually - its only a matter of time...

Anonymous asked:

As requested, here’s some warprize!hob being punished by dark!dream for bad behavior. Also… thanks panickingstudent2’s last ask for some very specific inspo!

The king chains him up by his wrists. No gold cuffs with velvet interiors here. Not for this. This is punishment, work fit for dungeons, cold and deep as his king’s displeasure. Hob is already delirious from too much candied fruit. The cage has been cruelly clenched around his hot, aching cock for days now but he needs to be fucked, he needs it, he needs it.

“Mercy,” he begs but it won’t do him any good. He’s been begging for days, his cock and balls hot and aching.

Fury is divine on the nightmare king’s face. Other kings would simply kill him. Leave his body for the ravens. But Hob’s king will not let him go.

“I would have you obey me,” the king says. Fingers brush against his hole and don’t even push in where Hob yearns for them despite himself. He cants his hips back weakly, but the fingers go away. “But if I must bring you low again and again, I will. And I will enjoy it every time.”

He steps back. And the whip snaps through the air and white-hot fire flashes across Hob’s back.

Wet agony blooms across his shoulders and bloodred welts.

“You know why I must do this,” the king says. “You know why it is my pleasure to do this.”

The whip lashes again and again, fire licking across his skin. It doesn’t stop when Hob screams. Or when he sobs. When it’s done, his entire back glows like an ember. The king faces him, eyes black holes in his pale, sharp face. He places a cool hand on Hob’s back and he presses into the soothing touch, whining like a newborn babe.

“Please, I’m sorry, please, pleasepleaseplase,” he breathes. The king twists him around until the cuffs pull tight. He drags the plug from his hole, and finally buries himself to the hilt in his ass. Hob wails. Hands tangle in his chest hair and pull him flush against his king, as he plunges in and out at a ruinous pace. Being finally filled is sweeter relief than when the whip stopped.

“Say you are mine,” the king says. Once he was quiet, and constrained whenever he touched Hob and this is why—the need in his voice is barely bridled. Hob is not the only desperate one. “Say it.” The king bites, sudden and sharp at Hob’s earlobe.

“I’m yours—Morpheus!” His head snaps back as his body thunders through a cruel, dry orgasm. He doesn’t hear the king’s soft gasp against his ear, or register the name he’s cried. He’s in pain, from his cock to his shoulders—yet Hob floats. Perhaps he could fly.

Love, Warprize Anon

Gabe:

Hnnnggg. I am. Deeply obsessed with this. I love it when you drop these beautiful snippets for us!!! Hob calling the king by his name in the middle of a punishment/orgasm? Talk about a mind-fuck. Poor thing, he's truly terrified.

But it isn't just fear, is it? It would be so much simpler if he could say that he's scared and be done with it. So much easier to handle that emotion. What he feels is more that fear. He's grown attached to the king, longs for him when they're apart and fears him when they're together. When he tries to imagine a life away from his capture, he can't even manage it anymore. It's impossible to see beyond the king, who looms so large in Hob’s thoughts all the time. He's obsessed, addicted, terrified, longing to be taken and horrified by the idea all the same.

All he knows is that his king has power over him that he will probably never comprehend. Perhaps its time to surrender and acknowledge that he's lost. He no longer belongs to himself. He belongs to Morpheus.

-Love Yan Anon <3

Aww, hey Yan Anon!!! It's nice to hear from you. And thank you for highlighting OG Warprize Anon and their incredible work (you're a trooper for scrolling through and copy/pasting everything, seriously). Warprize au has definitely been a big hit, as it rightly should be, and it's great to look back on how it all started. Hopefully OG Warprize Anon is out there doing great and knowing that they inspired many, many people.

Hopefully we'll see more content for the Dark Dream enjoyers out there. I certainly lean towards a mean toppy Dream myself, although I'm not immune to Obliterating That Twink either. There's room for everyone in the fandom - and don't forget to leave comments for your favourite authors as Yan Anon has here. It's a great way to encourage your faves to write more of the stuff that you love!

[strawberrysunsets]

The Empty World (Ch. 2)

Donald Pierce x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Pierce and the Reavers are sent to capture a mutant with mysterious abilities. This chapter: Held captive, the mutant plots their escape, but runs into trouble.

Warnings: Kidnapping, injury, violence/physical harm directed towards reader's character, knives, swearing.

Angst, slow burn, hopefully smut later on:D

Comments /reblogs/feedback mean the world to me!:)

Chapter 2: Control

The armoured truck bounced along the rutted road, firearms and metal shelving rattling in its rear. And there, behind the metal bars of the vehicle’s cell, lay U36. She was passed out on the truck’s floor, head lolling against the metal bench. Only her face peeked out from the thermo-blanket they’d wrapped her in.

Pierce sat beside the armoury rack on the truck’s passenger side, idly dismantling and cleaning his gun as two of his senior Reavers, Hendricks and Gabe, sat on the bench opposite him.

When the Reavers had carried U36 to the truck, the medic had been worried. She had full-blown hypothermia, he’d said; worsened by the effects of the tranquilizer. Her lips had been blue when Pierce had stooped to examine them, and the rise and fall of her chest faint. So they’d kept her in one of the Hummers for a while, blasting the heat and wrapping her in a thermo-blanket until some of her colour returned.

U36. Transigen had logged her with that name, for lack of a better one. They could find no record of her in any database; not a birth certificate, or a school diploma. Not even an out-of-date parking ticket. So U, for unknown. And her number, 36, hinted at the long list of forgotten mutants who’d come and gone through Transigen’s doors over the years.

The conversation of the Reavers eventually returned to the mission, and one of them leaned forwards, catching Pierce’s eye.

“Shouldn’t we gag her, or something?” Hendricks asked. “Don’t want her talking to the fucking roaches, and getting them to choke us in our sleep.”

Gabe chuckled.

Pierce glanced towards the mutant’s unconscious form, then smiled and shrugged.

“No need,” he replied.

They’d left Maine’s thick forests behind hours ago, and were now driving through civil Massachusetts farmland.   

When Hendricks stared at him questioningly, Pierce pulled the notebook from his bag. He’d found it in her camp when they’d raided it before the ambush, and had taken time to study it after they’d captured her. It was a useful thing, to learn about your prey. It meant you could begin to understand them. And when you understood something, you could control it.

“She can only talk to a handful of critters. Eagles; hawks; wolves, and the like. The hawks might be a problem – but there ain't many of those other ones around here."

He idly fanned the notebook’s pages, exposing the charcoal drawings and neat, cramped script within. “It takes her a while to learn how to talk to any species. Think of it like a language.”

Hendricks examined the notes, half-interested.

“And snakes,” Gabe added. “Don’t forget that she can talk to snakes.” The man seemed unnerved by the idea. “Shawe’s arm was swollen as a motherfucker by the time we got him out of there.”

Hendrick’s face darkened at the memory, and he handed the notebook back to Pierce. “I get this shit,” he said, nodding to it, “but shouldn’t we just gag her anyway? Stop her from doing any of it.”

Pierce had finished reassembling his gun, and now slotted it back into his holster, flexing his mechanical fingers on the grip.

“Where’s the fun in that?" He replied. "She has answers. And it’ll be easier for her to tell ‘em to us if she can talk.”

The two Reavers sat back in their seats, as the driver leaned back from the truck’s cab to catch Pierce’s attention. 

“ETA 1900 hrs, Sir.”

Pierce grunted in response, and swung himself up and into the cab’s passenger seat.

Good. Zander would be waiting; and he’d enjoy seeing the look on the doctor’s face when he brought the prized mutant in, less than 48 hours after the mission had been issued.

***

You woke to the press of something cold against your face, and the feeling of harsh vibrations rattling through every bone in your body.

You were on the floor of a vehicle. A moving vehicle.

You sat up as fast as your aching body would allow, pushing off the odd metallic blanket that had been wrapped around you. Your head felt like it was about to split open, and you touched it gingerly, finding a painful lump near your temple, and soreness you could only assume were bruises along your cheekbone and jaw. Your memories were fuzzy, disjointed. Were you on the road, again? Running?

Everything came back to you in a rush, as you turned from the truck’s windowless rear to see the cage separating you from its front. Two tough-looking men sat on the benches beyond, clad in dark combat gear.

“Holy fuck.”

One of them glanced at you, his expression cold.

“What the fuck have you done?” You cried, standing and grabbing the metal caging. Dizziness swept over you as you did, and you lost your balance with the movement of the vehicle, tumbling back to the floor.

You lay there for a moment, stunned.

“You fucking idiots,” you said. You couldn't believe it. You'd been taken – after spending so much time travelling, and hiding, to evade this kind of capture. And they had no idea what they'd done, in taking you.

Your thoughts raced, and you tried once more to stand, holding the metal bench for balance.  

Another figure leaned into view from the truck’s passenger seat, his blond hair lit by the reflection of the sky in the windshield. His gaze found you. He smiled. It was their leader; the man with blue eyes. The one who’d drugged you.

“Welcome back, sweetheart!” He drawled. “We was just talking about you. In fact – we’re gonna get the chance to get a little better acquainted in just a few minutes.”

You made the mistake of letting go of the bench, so when black spots danced across your vision, you stumbled to the ground again, landing hard on hands and knees. Some of the dizzinness was the truck's motion – but it also felt as if you were drunk.

An aftereffect of the tranquilizer?

“Couldn’t imagine anything worse,” you retorted, drily.

But beneath your façade of confidence, fear was coursing through you. You remained on hands and knees, trying to steady your breathing and focus your mind. But here, your normal calm was out of reach. You were trapped – and you knew where that led. If you couldn’t control your emotions, the next time your mutation – your true mutation – surfaced, you wouldn’t be able to control it. And that was the only thing you truly feared.

***

The truck’s back doors swung open, and evening light streamed in. The sun was setting on the fields beyond the highway pullout in which the convoy had stopped, and three Hummers were parked around the armoured truck, their occupants milling about or talking into radios.

Two Reavers pulled you from the bench, and you allowed them to manhandle you down from the truck. You stumbled against one of them as you reached the ground, blinking as the light set your head to aching. He steadied you roughly.  

Their leader – Pierce, you’d learned his name was – was talking into a radio by the nearest Hummer. He finished, and turned towards you. He had an intimidating build – broad shoulders and thick muscles, which spoke of military training – and carried himself with casual, swaggering confidence.

“You did quite a number on my men," He said, clasping his hands behind him and tilting his head with a sharp half-smile as he approached. "One of ‘em will be out for a few weeks – and the other’s down for good.”

You raised a brow, and put two fingers to your head in mock salute. They’d removed your cuffs, and seemed to assume that with so many soldiers around, you wouldn’t try anything.

Oh – you realized. And they think they know what my mutation is. They think they’re safe enough, with no dangerous animals around.

You held onto the thought of their continued ignorance, savouring the one piece of control you still had left. It was immensely satisfying. Your face gave nothing away, though; expression remaining dry and impassive. The only thing that disturbed your cool facade was the fact that the light from the sunset was still making you squint. Even that soft light was worsening your headache; making it feel like someone was working away at your temple with a jackhammer.

“Thing is,” Pierce said, examining you casually as he approached, and stopping only when he was close enough to bring the difference in your height into sharp contrast, “I wouldn’t appreciate you causing me any more trouble. So let’s be reasonable, shall we?”

He smiled. “Doctor Rice will be here in half an hour – and until then, you can tell me all about these energy surges you’re causing. What they are. Why they happen.”

You stared at him, unimpressed.

“Huh. We could do that,” you replied, pursing your lips and taking a casual step to the side – to Pierce’s right –  as if considering. “Or I could gut you like a fucking fish, and leave your men to pick up the pieces.”

He only had time for a brief expression of surprise before you were on him, hooking his leg from beneath him and wrenching his arm to pull him off balance. He was heavy, but the move was designed for a difference in strength, and your position beside him gave you leverage. He toppled to the ground, and the Reavers around the vehicles gave shouts of alarm.

Then you were on top of him, straddling his chest and pinning his arms to the ground with your knees as you held the knife to his throat. His body was hot beneath yours, his chest rising and falling.

The knife had been in the belt-sheath of one of the Reavers, of course. The one who hadn’t thought twice about you stumbling into him, and taking something with you when you left.

You’d meant to slit Pierce’s throat immediately and make a break for it, hopefully leaving the Reavers in chaos without their commander, but a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you. You shook your head, trying to clear it.

The sound of weapons cocking came from all sides, but no Reaver made to grab you – not with your knife to their leader’s throat.

Pierce’s eyes were wide with amusement, as you kneeled atop him. He didn’t move as the knife’s edge drew a bead of blood from his skin, but he smiled, slowly.

“So, this the kind of thing you like?” He asked. His tone was overcasual, but you could see the anger lurking in his eyes. “Cause you could have just asked.”

“Shut up,” you breathed, trying to force your mind clear through the pounding headache. Something’s wrong. I can’t even fucking think straight.

Pierce’s eyes scanned your face, seeming to recognize something therein.

You blinked hard, and glared at the men around you. “You take one fucking step closer, and his head’s getting unacquainted with his body.”

“Thing is, sweetheart,” Pierce said, shifting slightly beneath you. The sun was bothering your eyes again, and your sudden movements had left you lightheaded. And why did your head still feel like it was splitting open?

“I don’t think you quite understand your situation. You seem a little – ” In one sharp movement, Pierce twisted his leg around yours, flipping you off him so you that landed hard on your back. “–Off balance,” he finished, with satisfaction. His face was inches from yours, and he breathed hard, pressing you down. One of his hands found the knife in yours, and wrenched it free, throwing it to the nearest Reaver.

"I gave you a choice. Too bad you chose wrong." He smiled, and then he was off of you, the other Reavers grabbing your arms.

One of the Reavers looked to Pierce questioningly, and the tall man nodded. The Reaver he’d addressed pulled back, and kicked you sharply in the side. Once. Twice.

The pain was like fire, and you writhed on the ground, huffing out a sound that was half cry, half cough. For a moment, you didn't care about keeping up an invulnerable facade. It fucking hurt.

So much for a great fucking plan, you thought, gasping as you regained your breath. I shouldn’t have tried to escape, not yet – not with this fucking headache. I’m too disoriented.

“Oh –” Pierce said, turning back as the Reavers dragged you up. “And have the medic check her head. Seems like she's got a real bad concussion.”

He smiled. And turned away.

***

Taglist:

@humongousgalaxycoffee

[nukritus]

How ‘Immortal Desires’ could have ended to give at least a bit of closure (Part 5)

Short word before you read this part:

I am very grateful for anyone who is reading this fanfic, I am happy to share my thoughts with you of how Immortal Desires might have ended. In this part not much is happening, mostly some sweet moments between MC and Cas. Although in the very end it will give you a hint of what is going to be told further in coming part. Thank you for reading once again! I highly appreciate it. :) 

Also, I'd like to add that I found several amazing tracks here and here, which suit 'Immortal Desires' mood so well. I like to listen to them together with several favorite ID soundtracks from the app while writing this fanfic. :)

Previous parts: PART1  PART2  PART3  PART4 

PART 5

Present day, now playing as MC named Stella:

‘We are here for a while, I will stop the story here. I am sure Adalhard has missed you already.‘ said Cas while checking his edgy looking watch with black studded strap.

‘Cool watch‘ you looked at his wrist attentively for a moment, then back to Cas‘s face.

‘I could make you one later‘ he smiled proudly in response.

His vampire form is just so intoxicating and beautiful, you can‘t get enough looking at his fascinating facial features, and his charming vampiric smile with slightly visible fangs. It seems that he enjoys looking at you as well.

‚Wow.. you make these?‘ you look surprisingly at him.

‘These and way more. This eyebrow piercing and ear cuff I wear, also did myself. I work with some white metals like stainless steel or titanium, but not silver. For obvious reasons.‘

‘That‘s truly impressive.‘ your face must have looked funny, Cas quietly chuckled.

‘You have to do something, if you want to get money to buy mortals‘ stuff. Maybe I stole something once or twice, but I am not that much of jerk to be a thief on daily basis. Also, Crimson Beech is small town and there aren‘t much options what to steal anyway. I buy most of things online.‘ – he said still smiling while taking out a smart phone from his pocket.

‘It is somehow unexpected to see old creature like you to use a piece of modern technology.‘ you said thoughtfully, observing a phone in his hands.

‘I adapt quite easily to changes just as young human. As much as I am not interested in people as individuals, I like to observe and follow their technology and culture.‘ he shrugged, putting his phone back.

‘Sounds like you haven‘t ever made human friends since you were turned into a vampire, before you met me. How I was different?‘

You noticed his easy expression changed. There were traces of annoyance mixed with sadness for a moment, then his face became unreadable, an expressionless mask.

‘That‘s another story. We must go now.‘ he sounded almost cold, obviously not wanting to talk about it for now.

Cas collected himself quickly as if he suddenly regretted sounding harsh. His expression was warm again, as if your face distracted him from dark thoughts.

Cas stood up in one quick jump motion, and extended his arm to help you get on your feet.

‘Ha! I am not that ‘pathetic‘ human anymore, I don‘t need your help.‘ without accepting his hand you jumped up same way Cas did and caught him out of guard by taking his hand a moment after. ‘Seriously, Cas. I appreciate you told me all this.‘ you gazed at him with gratefulness, holding his hand strongly and lovingly.

‘You are going to be stuck with me and Gabe for a long while and have the right to know. And also... You earned my complete trust, Stella.‘ Cas‘s expression full of affection, his beautiful smile inviting for a kiss and you can‘t resist it, leaning towards him.

At the moment your lips reached his, Cas froze and stepped back a little. You feel a bit hurt and confused, looking at him questioningly. He gazes attentively in your eyes, rising his both hands and caressing your cheeks.

‘We have to be careful for now. In vampire state all your senses are elevated, same as your emotions. It is easy for things to get out of control, especially for newly turned vampire as you.‘ His eyes changed to his human‘s deep brown colour. ‘Try to calm down with me.‘

Cas kept looking straight into your eyes, and you finally found inner peace in their depths, feeling tension and excitement reducing, your body turning into your human form.

Now Cas leaned toward you carefully and touched your lips gently leaving you to want more, but you pulled yourself together and gave him back a soft kiss.

Even with powers weakened, you never felt this strong back when you were human. Everything around seemed same beautiful as it was, just with a little bit less colour or smell.

After sharing a tender moment, you pulled back, looking in each other‘s eyes for a long moment, then turning away and linking your hands together. You went back through the forest, towards your home.

 ****

When you got close to home, you couldn‘t see Gabriel, but you surely felt his presence. Not as strongly as Cas‘s, but still it was there, you could feel him not far away.

‘If my senses don‘t trick me, he must be in my backyard.‘ you said while trying to follow something in the air what feels undoubtedly like Gabe.

‘Nah, those senses never fail.‘ Cas answered confidently. ‘Unless, someone obtained blood and used it as a bait. We sense other clan members through the smell of their blood mostly. Or you could sense more, if you have a talisman like the one I gave to you.‘ He looked down at your holding hands and the bracelet with that precious jewelry he chose to give you.

Cas gently released your hand, letting you go first through your house’s fence gates. You walked around the house, finding Gabriel just where you sensed him, in the backyard. He was calmly sitting on the grass in lotus pose, his loose hair fluttering in the wind, eyes closed. His eyes opened the moment he heard you approaching.

‘There you are. I thought you’d never come back.’ he said with humour in his voice while standing up.

You followed Gabriel’s gaze and noticed him looking at Cas’s jacket sleeves which were tucked up, revealing the mark of his hand. Smile disappeared from Gabe’s face as he realized what that might mean.

‘So… you told her.’ He came close, standing in front of you two, taking a short glimpse at your and Cas’s linked hands.

‘I did.’ Cas responded calmly, standing his ground. ‘We talked about this before. It’s time for Stella to know about us more.’

‘Did you tell her everything?’ there was traces of hurt in his tone.

‘Not all, my turning part.’ Cas made a pause, his expression thoughtful. ‘What happened after, we both are deeply involved, so I didn’t tell that part yet. I guess Stella would want to hear us both.’

‘How thoughtful of you.‘ Gabe crossed arms, sarcasm in his voice. He obviously was upset that he was left behind earlier, and maybe there was a trace of jealousy too?

‘Cas didn‘t say anything that changed my mind about you anyhow. I know you didn‘t mean to hurt him.‘ you softly put hand on Gabriel‘s shoulder and could feel tension leaving his body. Gabe‘s arms fall to sides, and you take his hand. Now you are holding hands with both boys.

‘I need you, both of you, and I‘d like if you stayed at peace. At least for today.‘ your gaze shifts from Cas to Gabriel, hoping they are not going to argue again as usual.

‘I am sorry for acting silly.‘ Gabriel told sadly.

‘And I am sorry too.’ You said back to him, feeling strong guilt clenching your gut. ‘I know I can choose whom I want to spend time with, but… when I abandon one of you, even for a short while, I feel just so badly. My heart is ripped into pieces seeing your sad faces.’ You take a look at both guys on your sides. ‘I want you to know, that no matter who I pick to spend time with, I cherish you both.’ You squeeze their hands lightly to reassure them.

‘Where one goes, there another follows - that’s how it is about me and Harlow.’ Gabriel said cryptically.

‘What do you mean?’ you felt confused, trying to understand Gabe’s statement, which sounded more like a riddle or incantation.

‘It is just 2PM, we still got some time before your mom is back. Let’s have another walk, all of us this time?’ Cas offered while checking his hand watch again.

All three of you nodded in agreement and without saying anything else, holding each other’s hands you went towards the woods.

[dowhatisaynotwhatido]

2. Free the love – One in, One to go

Paring: F! Parker x F! Cas x F! Gabe

Warning: none

Description: Gabe was on board – but will Cas abide to the idea of sharing?

Word count: 2169

---

The other day Parker was set to find Cas. Parker knew she that this week was the time of the month that the Venandis usually hunted – so she was not overly concern by the fact that Cas wasn’t answering the phone or responding back her texts.

(P) Cas, can we talk? ( 11AM)

(P) knoc, knoc? (2PM)

(P) Ok, if you are not feeding today I will be totally pissed by you ignoring me (6 PM)

(P) Your heart rate is incredible dull for someone who is hunting..(7PM)

(P) CASSIE FREAKING HOLLOW, WHERE ARE YOU?! (8PM)

(P) I will hunt you down… (9PM)

Parker was in bed typing furiously to Cas when she heard an unmistakable chuckle

- “ Hunt me down, han? I think someone is both needy and full of themself” – Cas said leaning in the window. She was beautiful as always. Her pinkish blonde, silver eyes and a piercing glare would rock Parker out of coma, if needed.

- “You are a jerk, did you know that?” Parker said without giving a second glance to Cas and hiding a smile

- “Missed me much?” Cas said taking off her boots of and laying besides Parker in the small bed

- “You are rather forward for someone who has been ghosting me the last few hours”

- “Hey, you have been ghosting me for weeks, New Girl. I have the right to get back at you” – Cas said dismissively. Parker stood her head up and glared into her eyes

- “I am sorry” then laid her head over the vampire shoulder.

- “Doesn't matter.” She said shrugging it off. “ But I was feeding today and then I had to show Seth a few new tricks – so I just saw your texts. What do you want to talk about?”

- “About us”

- “Oh, don’t get sappy on me, New Girl. We both know how well that turned out last time” Cas said trying to get up. The new strength on Parker was finally paying off as she forced the pinkish blonde down and straddled her

- “You will listen, Cas.”

Cas let out a wolfish grin “How about a game?”

- “This is a serious conversation, Cas!”

- “You know that I don’t do ‘serious’, New Girl”. She winked “For every sappy thing you say, you take something off. For every jerk thing I respond, I take something off. Like a strip-talk”

Parker rolled her eyes and got out of Cas lap laying besides her again. She couldn’t hide her amused smile “I think you should start, then.”

- “The game haven’t started yet, and I already took out my boots.” Cas said rolling to her side, elbow in the mattress supporting her head up. “So shoot, Ms. Bummer”

- “We left things unresolved last year, Cas. And I have been thinking.."

- “And talking to Golden Girl”

- “How did you know that?”

- “That girl could have handled it a little better. She was basically drowling in the Nexus yesterday. Is not a big leap to make”. Cas said with a serious face

- “Take the jacket off.”

- “What?”

- “Your game. You. Jerk. Take it off, now. And well, yes. I talked to her yesterday”

- “And now you have me stripping down in your bedroom. Jesus, New Girl, I knew you were fierce but, damn” She said playfully taking her jacket off

- “And the cropped” Parker said with a side grin

Cas raised a defiant brow toward the blonde, but swiftly obey “This game sucks” she chuckled

- “I beg to differ.” Parker winked “ But anyway.. As I was saying” – She sat down in her bed and took a sock off throwing it to the ground theatrically and turning to stare at Cas “ I love you”. Cas tried to hid a smile with a smirk, but Parker knew her better than that

- “When I strip, you get to choose. In your turn you give me your sock? And you call that love…”

And Parker took of the other sock and leaned in to whisper close to Cas’ lips

“And you love me”.

She could feel the vampire’s heartbeat pick up as she licked her lower lip and stared at Cas’ eyes

“Yes, I do” Cas confessed bringing her mouth to Parker’s, kissing her hard and roughly pressing the blonde body to hers “But you are with Golden Girl”. She said against her lips

“Yes” And Cas kissed her harder, rolling her so she was on top of Parker.

“And you greedy want both of us?” She said nipping at the blond ears lobe and scratching her fangs downwards her neck and collarbone. Parker moaned as arching her back.

“I want you, Cas. Gabe does not concern you” Parker said in a breathy moan

“The tables have turned, didn’t they? You don’t need this anymore”- Cas said pulling Parkers blouse over her head

“ ‘Cause I believe you were a jerk just now”. She said claiming the kiss once again and running her nails into Parker’s sides.

“That.. was.. not.. in the rules!” Parker said breathlessly circling Cas neck with both of her arms and pulling back a little. “I am serious. I want to be with you. In a serious relationship. As in a girlfriend kind of way”.

Cas sigh and sat in the bed running her hands through her hair. “And you expect me to share my girlfriend with the sun-praying-yoga-master?”

“Love, I don’t want you to share anything. I want you to have me when we are together. But I can’t and won’t choose”.

Parker felt it before she could see it. Cas heartbeat stopped beating for a second as her playfully tone was replaced by a blank face.

“You don’t need to. I can choose for you” She said collecting her things and rushing out the window.

“Cas…”

And Parker cried herself to sleep.

--------------

Three days later Parker was a mess. She couldn’t stop thinking about how Cas had left the other night, and Gabe did not miss the hurt in her girlfriend's tone.

“Honey, you know you can talk to me.” She said as she walked besides Parker

“I will not discuss this with you, Gabe. I will be ok.” Parker said hiding her face

“I know you will be ok. But you are not okay right now and I want to help. Lay it on me, what happened?”

“Is Cas, honey. I don’t want to discuss a heartbreak with my own girlfriend – can’t you see?” Parker snapped. Gabriela stopped on her tracks for a second, than pulled her girlfriend into a hug.

“Yes, you can. We discussed this already. If we don’t act like this thing is a normal thing, how it will ever be a normal thing?”

“There is nothing to be normal about, Gabe. Cas ran away”

“And you left her” Gabe said with a soft tone

“What was I supposed to do! Chase her down the street?”

Gabriela sighed and held Parker in an arms lengh: “ I can’t believe I am doing this, but yes. This is Cas, honey. You know her better than anyone. She has never been chosen by anyone, how do you think she is feeling right now? She had finally let her walls down for you, and you tell her that you cannot choose her.”

“I can’t force her, Gabe. This is so weird”

“But it does feel right to you, doesn’t it? Just show her why. And if you were expecting a mature reaction from Cas, well… Adjust your approach. She isn’t that emotionally bright” Gabe joked

Parker glared at Gabe: “Don’t talk about her like that”.

“It was just a joke, honey. I am sorry. This is what me and Cas do.”

“Yeah, I cannot expect you to start getting along because of me, can I?”

“And where would be the fun in that?” Gabe said chuckling. Sigh” Cas went to the lake direction this morning. Why don’t you go there?”

“But what about our day!”

“Psh. I want you happy, and I am not the one who is going to be able to do that right now. So go. I also have other things to do, you know?” Gabe gave a reassuring smile

“Thank you, honey.” Parker gave her a peck in the lips and hushed of to where she knew Cas would be.

---

“I think I have too much advantage this time” – Parker said playfully to a unaware Cas.

She was hip dip in the lake, with nothing but her underware on.

“Is a shame that I am not up for games, then” Cas said diving out of sight.

This time Parker wouldn’t let her go, though. She stripped down to her underwear and got into the lake swimming towards Cas.

Being a vampire and how good they were in the water didn’t make any sense to Parker. Why would a vamp be good at swimming? It didn’t add up. But she still could see Cas swimming fiercefully almost half a mile away. She could hear the seaweeds grasping her skin and she could swim faster than she should be able to.

She was a faster swimmer than most of the vampires – she knew that. Apparently they didn’t have swim lessons over the 1700, and all the older vampires just used instinct to learn after the transformation. She, in the other hand, already knew how to swim fairly so as a human and now, with her new found strength and the “no-breathing” add, she was impressive. It didn’t take a minute for her to catch up to Cas and grip her ankle pulling the pinkish blonde down.

“What!” Cas startled as swimming to surface. “How did you get to me?”

“Apparently I am that good” Parker playfully shoved some water in direction of Cas

“I am still mad at you” Cas said turning to swim to shore

“Mad but overly impressed?” Parker yelled

“Mad.” Cas said without looking back.

Once back at shore, Cas was basking in the sun shaking her hair dry.

“Talk to me, Cas”

“ Shouldn’t you be sharing an popsicle with Golder Girl?”

“ You know that I would never share a popsicle. I am too famish to do that”. She chuckled

Cas smirked “But still you ask me to not have a problem with sharing a partner”

Parker sighed and sat down besides Cas

“ I know I am unreasonable. But this is happening because I choose you, Cas. I’ve been miserable this last few days”

“ Well, you should have. It is your fault”

“Yes, it is”. They stayed in silence for a while “So, you have been considering it?”

“You still have the talisman, don’t you?” Cas said while fiddleling with the sand “Look, Parker. I do love you. And I can see that you love me back. But can’t you she how humiliating this is?”

“Humiliating?”

“Yes! I am already in a thin line with everyone else. They gave me a rest after you were kind of a badass last year, but can you imagine what they would say of me sharing you with her? For crying out loud, it needed to be her?” -Cas exaspareted- “ I will never see the end of this”

“Cassie Harlow. Please don’t tell me that you are putting ourselves through this ordeal just because you are afraid of the ones like Margot bulling you?”- Parker crossed her arms- “I am giving myself to you, Cas! I, the woman you claim to love, am here BEGGING for you, and you – CAS HARLOW the fiercefull vampire of the Venandis- can’t grow a pair and tell them to screw themselves?!” - Parker glared at Cas

Cas looked down and they both let it sink in.

“You didn’t actually beg” Cas whispered

Parker laughted turning to Cas “If I beg, right now, will you stop pouting and kiss me?”

“Maybe...”

“Oh-God. Ok.” She said standing on her knees in front of Cas and lifting her chin up “I, Parker Reese, of the house of Reese, first of her name… “

“Stop stalling. Get to the good part” Cas chuckled.

“hey, let me finish. Mother of the dragons and all the land beyond- beg you to take me and make me yo…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence and Cas was onto her with a soft kiss. It wasn’t the fierce rough kiss that she usually goes for. This one is soft, and warm. It is slow, like she is taking her time to get to know each part of Parker. And the blonde took it all, she wrapped her arms around Cas neck and pulled her close.

“You are insufferable” Cas chuckled breaking apart “And I totally hate Game of Thrones”

“What? Who hates GOT?” Parker said with a mock smile

“Who has the time to stand a full hour in front of a TV when they can be doing this?” Cas swipe Parker up in her lap and ran to get in the lake again

“OK, ok.. I definitly will not be watching it again if you keep me busy like that” Parker said laughing

“Oh, I plan to” Cas said while throwing the girl in the water

[esaari]

Hi I’m new to your lovely blog and I was wondering if you could (re)introduce your ocs? Who they are and a little bit about them

Sorry it took me so long to respond I have been so tired this week,,,,

I have several OCs and most of them have AUs as well. There’s a few that don’t have much *lore* or some have none. I also have OCs that exist purely in my mind so I won’t be talking about those lol. I’ll throw in a picture so you can see who tf I’m talking about. One thing you’ll notice I don’t really give my OCs specific ages,, I am gesturing vaguely and that is enough for me LOL.

---------

Gabriel aka. Gabe (in his late 30s or early 40s for canon and most AUs, 6’5″, bi)

Yes I am using his xmas photo cus he looks CUTE in this.

My absolute favourite since his creation, my golden child,,, the one with the most *lore* and AUs. His background is pretty much the same in most of my AUs and canon. He grew up poor raised by just his mother cus his father was a piece of shit basically who also happened to die behind bars when Gabe was very young. Troubled childhood leading to a life of crime. He becomes a filthy rich sugar daddy though eventually doing his shady business. He is very charming at least if he likes you with a soft side for his loved ones. He can become quite the big teddy bear in a relationship. Don’t tell anyone I told you though or he might murder me in my sleep. His canon that I’ve thought about mostly involves him sitting behind bars for some years and going on a quest for revenge against people who got him there. 20s/50s AU he’s the head of a gang and is one of my favourite,,, if not my favourite,,, AU to think about. I say 20s/50s because I have both but they are essentially the same, other just involving some friends OCs as well :^) Oh and YES he was struck by lightning, that’s what those marks are. Lip scar origin changes from being punched in the face to being bitten on the lip. In modern settings he has 7 piercings: two on both ears, both nips and a PA. There’s so much more I have for this guy but I find it hard to decide what is worth mentioning.

---------

Beau (a little bit younger than Gabe and around the same height as well, gay)

Big stupid himbo essentially. All the brain cells in the family went to Gabe. I’m still working on him to see where he falls to but likely he doesn’t follow in his brother’s footsteps even though he does look up to him a lot. He is good and kind.

---------

Creed (demon age????, human age in his 40s, 7’3″, pan(?))

Everyone’s beloved big shredded demon mans. Slap his bald head for bad luck. As far as lore goes in his canon he is a demon with the ability to shift into a human form to mingle around people if he likes. In his human form however in canon or any AU he always conceals his face in some way and remains tall as fuck so he can hardly blend in. Creed doesn’t really do much as of right now other than takes care of his own needs. I may give him some additional abilities later but who knows. I also change his horn shape every now and then for fun. The bigger the horns the more horny he is? Who knows. Honorable mention of Creed in that 20s/50s AU with Gabe where he is basically hired muscle and enjoys throwing people around. Human Creed has issues with his own face and mutilating it. Overall Creed is a pretty unpleasant and selfish character who hates just about everyone.

---------

Alek (age 20s-30s???, 6’1″, pan)

Alek in his canon is an android. He was originally just built to be a faceless weapon like other androids in the factory he was built in. His ’father’ (someone working there) however took his design further giving him some top tier AI. I want to say he has free will, it’s fiction who cares. His looks mimic his ’father’s’ actual son that passed away cus he couldn’t come to terms with the loss and tried to recreate him hehehehe. There’s a point where Alek escapes the place after his ’father’ is murdered by his coworkers and he gets to go outside for the first time and tries to make a life for himself. He looks like an unfinished project because he is, he was supposed to look like a regular human in the end. I have some other fun ideas regarding this canon setting but it requires more work. And resembles a soap opera tbqh with all the damn twists. He has had several AUs as well but as of right now I don’t work on those.

---------

Marcus (age????????, 6’3″, bi)

Marcus is my vampire character from a witcher-esque universe. He’s the most relaxed motherfucker known to mankind only existing to live deliciously. He hates other vampires, especially his own family (after the incident), and is one of the rare ones that doesn’t see themselves as being above humans. He was in love once with a human and as you can imagine this did not end very well. He has built a lot of walls around himself but deep down there is a heart of gold. He can turn into a massive ugly looking bat.

---------

Kit (age??????, 6’5″, pan/demi)

Kit exists in the same universe with Marcus. I like to imagine the two are friends. Kit is the softest lad I have despite all the shit he has to go through. He is very shy and avoids people mostly so has had no relationship experience either,, please be nice to him asksjdfslgd. He was abandoned in the woods as a baby and raised by someone else who also named him Kit. He is a mix of a vampire and a werewolf which resulted in him being born with a fucked up arm. The scarring on his entire arm and side of face opens up every time he turns and is very painful obviously so he avoids it at all cost. He doesn’t even want to hurt anyone so it is merely a self defence mechanic. Kit also has a big monster form, a very fluffy bat looking thing with a messed up wing so he cannot fly.

---------

Natalie aka. Nat (20s to 30s, 5′6″, bi)

She currently only exists in the 20s/50s AU. She loves being the centre of attention and being showered in gifts. Much like Creed she is quite selfish and only looks out for herself. Honestly those two might get along pretty great. She loves to scam people and steal their money lol. If necessary she kills in cold blood to get what she came for. She at least has a softer spot somewhere deep down so if you love digging a lot you may find it.

---------

Karhu (????, 7’, ??????)

That half-orc guy, he has no lore, he might never have lore. Sometimes having a pair of fantastic tits is enough.

---------

Orion (???????????????)

I am mentioning him for the sole purpose of: he is cute. I made him a long time ago to exist in the same universe with Marcus and Kit. As far as I remember he is a werewolf (though there might have been more to this) and the scarring on his ankles, wrists and neck are from being chained up.

---------

Philip (late 30s currently, 6’4″, straight)

Okay now I have a total of 5 Skyrim OCs, ALL BRETONS, and all brothers... and all werewolves. Philip is the one most people prefer out of the bunch so here he is. What is it called when a man is kind and smart? That’s what this man is. Philip is the oldest of 5 with a rather tragic backstory involving him finding his mother murdered one day and being turned into a werewolf against his will. It’s something he’s come to terms with over the many years of being a werewolf. The transformation is painful and he doesn’t have full control when he turns because I just think that’s fun. If there is livestock around he is most likely responsible for their disappearance. He is currently the Arch-Mage in the College of Winterhold. A job that keeps him thankfully quite busy. He is rather touch starved and doesn’t sleep very well, poor thing.

---------

Sullevan (30s, slightly shorter than Philip, bi)

I was going to leave it at Philip cus he’s everyones fav out of the bunch but idc I will mention Sulle as well. Philip’s younger brother (second oldest of 5) Sullevan is the Dragonborn and he hates his job but who else will do it but him. I lovingly call him the rat man. He is such a reckless disaster with a bit of a drinking problem. He is also a single dad. Being a father is his number one joy in life.

--------

I’ll leave it at this,,,,,,,, I apologise for my writing I know it is very cringe. I hope you like my kids though :^) IM NOT PROOF READING THIS IF IT’S TERRIBLE THEN IT’S TERRIBLE

[starshipsofstarlord]

I Miss Him

Pairings | Liam Dunbar x reader. Past Brett Talbot x reader.

Summary | previously, you had dated Brett, a while before you and Liam began to kick it together. But now he’s dead, and you can’t help but mourn for your ex boyfriend, he was not only that to you, but also a good friend.

Warnings | mentions of death, mourning, loss, angst

Requested ✖️

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

The hunters were out of control, acting out of fear, taking innocent lives, all because they thought that it would ensure their safety. To their mortal dismay however, they did not acknowledge that there was something more intricate at play, twisting their wills, and bending them to its deadly whim.

But they didn’t know the first thing about supernatural species, in fact, you were a lot like them. You loved, and endured loss, the pain of such a thievery almost breaking your heart.

Liam felt guilty, from where he sat in class, watching you. He could sense you wanted to rip Gabe’s throat out for his loyalty to Monroe. He too had that desire, but upon Scott’s orders, and against his impulsive wishes, he remained silent, and tried to blend in.

But he was well aware, since that night, all eyes were on him, piercing him with their scared and revolted judgement. They had seen a truth that they had not been prepared for, and the idea of creatures that stalked and preyed under the moonlight, walking around in human skin, terrified all of them.

It was her fault that Lorrie and Brett were killed, she was going to pay. Your claws gouged the underneath of your desk, lightly picking away the wood with ease.

To say you were infuriated was understatement. Every possible emotion burdened you, and it made you feel utterly heart broke. Brett Talbot had been your first love, and whilst the two of you had eventually broken up, things ended pm good terms.

The image of his body, covered by Lori’s surrendered one haunted you. If you hadn’t tried to keep up with the chase, and not ended the new hunters, you’d mistake yourself for suffering from symptoms to poisoning too.

“He’s a monster.” The words met your ears, and that voice belonged to the murderer that you knew to be Gabe. “Dunbar is going to be next, we just need to expose him first.”

Your eyes rapidly fluttered around the room, inspecting every corner with your hyperactive sight. Liam was their new target, and it brought a burning wrench within your gut, one of which you tried to control.

For now, it was all talk. But that said, the humans would eventually take action to strike, and you’d be damned if you lost another loved one; especially Liam.

The lacrosse players exited the coach, carrying their tactical bags, as you absentmindedly trailed behind them, smiling up at Brett as he stood tall among the herd. Breathing in the fresh air, you reeled your mind blank for a moment, until you heard disruptive chatter, that sounded like it was going south.

Once you returned to your conscious senses, you saw your boyfriend talking down to a shorter boy, who wore an unimpressed expression. It was Liam Dunbar, the by that had moved to this school after his anger problems had gotten out of hand - literally.

Holding your head high, you walked over to the small group of players that had gathered,and were demeaning the blonde. Calling out Brett’s name he slowly turned towards you, his brow firmly raised. He hardly moved your intent for interrupting his latent and distressed discussion, and so you grabbed his elbow, pulling him away.

Before walking away with your long legged partner, you sent Liam a calm smile, only to end up dragging the werewolf towards the back of the bus, leaving Liam’s new friends in a state of relief. A cocky smile forged onto his face, as he trapped you against the weight carrying vehicle, leaning down so that his tender and luscious lips were fanning air upon your own.

“Did someone get all hot and bothered seeing me put Dunbar in his place?” He snickered, and whilst you usually adored his humour, now was not the time nor place for it predominant presence. At his usual self and words, you contained an infatuated grin, up keeping your stern expression towards him.

“You are here to play lacrosse, not tick off Liam.” You reminded him, swatting his face away as he tried to apologetically peck you. “No Brett, you can sense it too. The change practically reeks off him,he’s one of us.”

“It’s all fun and games.” He tried to reason, but you weren’t having it. And so you crossed your arms over the other upon your chest, harmlessly glaring up at him.

“When you’re n that position, it isn’t. It’s something you need experienced, you were born a wolf, a lot of us weren’t. And let me tell you, when the first first begins to make you into something else, it didn’t easy. So cut Liam some slack, would you? For me?”

A light scoff exited Brett’s mouth, but eventually, with the aid of your prone flowering, he gave in, tipping his head back, and groaning. “You bring out the best in me, and as much as i love t, at times it can be a pain in the ass.”

“Well,” you began, warmly squinting your eyes at the boy. “I’m your pain in the ass. And I’d say you have quite a nice ass.” You smirked.

“You always know what to say to pull me back.” He moved closer and this time you allowed him to close the space between you. In fact, you relished in it, falling deeper for the Devenford Prep student, with every word that the pair of you exchanged.

A deep breath caused you to falter your staring into nothingness. As you looked to the side, you noticed Liam knelt beside you, clasping your face. And that was when you realised that class must have been over, for the room was entirely empty.

“Hey, you good gorgeous?” Liam asked, cradling your jaw as though it would break under your touch. He was admittedly worried, you didn’t have the best record for controlling the inner animal. During class,he thought he may have needed to stop you from killing Gabe.

To everyone’s luck, that wasn’t necessary, and everyone was still alive... or, at least, almost everyone was. It would merely be a matter of time until Gerard got the war that he wanted, it clearly had already began.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumbled, feeling comfort in the warmth of his hand. It was one of the few things that could bring you any kind of calm and steadiness in these dire times.

“How’d you stop yourself?” He also had troubles with control, the conflict of his inner nature and his inwards anger had never been friends. Slowly, you licked your lips, as you scrambled for the answer, unaware that it had been right in front of you all this time.

“Brett, he’s- or at least, the memory of him - is my anchor.” You tried to explain, a furrow on your face as the mere mention of the boy, and the thought of him alongside his dear sister set you into ample mourning. Instead of saying anything more, Liam pulled your head down to curl against his shoulder, him sharing your pan and loss.

[curiousconch]

Chase You/Chase Me (Pt. 7)

Part 7: Round and around we go

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: The attack in McGraw Byrne's offices reveals a deeper conspiracy that runs to the top of the law firm, which Alex pursued head on. But when the dust settles, she is forced to face the music of her own troubled mind.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 2.1k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / themes of violence, and trauma, language. Reader discretion advised.

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

A week after, New York City

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The gunman panted as he ran through the dark and unfamiliar side streets of New York, the covering on his face not helping alleviate the sense of panic overtaking him.

His current state of mind paled in comparison with how calm he walked into the offices of that freakishly bright law firm.

The task was simple - get the phone and get out.

But when he found himself face to face with the woman who'd sent his life into a whirling clusterfuck, he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

He missed.

A brute of a man rammed into him right before he took a shot. Who knew corporate slaves can be combative? By then he knew he was fucked. He snatched the phone then ran.

An earlier scope of the building gave him an easy way out, but the shitty maze of the streets of the business district didn't give much of a reprieve.

I fucking hate this city.

He didn't know how long he'd been running, not until he had to stop by the dead end wall in front of him.

Blue and red flashing lights caught him in a daze, his breath heavy, realizing he was boxed in by police officers in an alley.

"Freeze!" one had shouted. "Raise your arms over your head!"

He didn't have a choice. He's not willing to die for his uncle, nor take another sentence in prison. That scumbag wasn't worth it, regardless of how many times that man tried drilling the thought into his head.

I'm tired of this shit anyway. Though I'll miss the perks.

He raised his hands, then felt his knees buckle when someone kicked him from behind, forcing him to the ground. Someone pulled the ski mask off his head, his face now exposed for everyone to see.

He was the younger, spitting image of Koenig's CEO. Except for those piercing blue eyes.

Now everyone will know, he thought. Poor uncle Peter will be burned to the stakes after he spill every single sordid detail of all the crimes Max was ordered to do.

From that pretty little celebrity in L.A., the poisoned man from Oklahoma, the researchers from Massachusetts, and all of those other victims in between.

Good thing he kept all those souvenirs. He will prove to them that he was just a pawn.

The pawn that was Maximilian Koenig Cornell.

**

A few days after, Rooftop of McGraw Byrne

Alex took another hit of nicotine from the cigarette between her fingers, standing by the edge of the fancy rooftop lounge. She exhaled a plume of smoke, the friction in her throat giving herself a temporary reprieve from her chaotic state of mind.

By the rest of the world's standards, it should have been a beautiful day. The skies above her was indigo, filled with streaks of orange from the setting sun. The peacefulness of it a far cry from the storm that was brewing inside her.

Success shouldn't feel this way. She was having a hard time basking in her recent victories.

Alex was just named junior partner this morning, after successfully taking Peter Koenig and Sadie McGraw down. Max Cornell, who turned out to be Koenig's nephew slash hitman, had confessed. He revealed who really was pulling the ropes, all in the form of well-kept call logs and text messages.

The backlash of it all reached McGraw Byrne's founding partner. The same form of proof exposed Sadie's hand on the Koenig class action suit, as well as her involvement in tipping off authorities to paint Marcus Sharpe as Aliana's murderer. The intent was to veer suspicion away from Koenig, making thousands of dollars along the way.

Alex had completely unraveled the conspiracy, with the help of Aislinn and Gigi. Beau, surprisingly, was more than participative. But it was obvious for everyone at the firm who led the crackdown, and it didn't take long for recognition to come to pass.

In everyone else's eyes, she emerged the winner.

And now, when all is said and done, there was nothing to escape to.

Alex can no longer disassociate herself from the sight of the gun barrel held by the ghost she tried to forget all these years.

The sound of applause, soured only by Martin Vanderweil's display of pain-in-the-ass arrogance, should have made her want to enjoy the fruits of her labor. Instead, here she was, wallowing with herself to be overcame by old bad habits.

What happened in the library was etched in her mind, clear as day. The memory of that close encounter with death, being brought up to life by the lack of distractions, made her shudder.

Every waking hour was consumed by the man with the haunting blue eyes that meant death. Those same eyes from the past that suffocated her for so long.

A decade spent running away from them, yet they still caught up with her.

She worked so hard not to remember, not to let it bring her down, for it not to be her end game. She's at the top of the fucking career ladder, yet why can't she still have a sense of freedom?

Everything just felt wrong. She felt out of place.

Lost in her frustrations, she didn't hear the whirring of the elevator and the approaching footsteps that followed.

"Thought I'd find you here," Gabe said, stopping inches away from her.

It took everything of her not to swivel and look at him, opting to curse at herself for how her body quickly relaxed by the softness of his voice.

The storm clouding her mind instantly dissipated, leaving her bare. Gabe's presence made the oceans within her stand still, as if awaiting to be stirred.

"Didn't want to be found," she mumbled, closing her lips on the still burning stick of nicotine. Alex struggled to keep her gaze steady at the slowly darkening skyline.

I know. Gabe wanted to say. He knew that finding her here, seeking out the comfort of isolation screamed her desire to be left alone. He had seen her internal turmoil, hiding behind the air of stoicism she projected for everyone else.

That's why he was never more determined to find her. He wanted, no, needed, to be there for her.

Gabe knew he'd been a dick to walk out from her that morning in L.A., right after he admitted what he felt for her.

But there was rarely an opportunity to make it right. Whenever there was, there was no getting through her. No matter how much he tried to reach out, to make her see that he regretted his actions that day, she wouldn't let him in.

He couldn't blame her.

Gabe told himself he'd give her time, to give her space. However, fate had other plans.

He almost lost her that night, and it was a wake up call. When he watched helplessly as Cornell aimed at her, something in him shifted. He's no longer stuck in a limbo questioning who Alex was for him, or why he constantly wanted to be near her, wanting to make everything right.

He was decided to run after her, to stay with her, no matter what. He was done chasing after dreams of the past.

Alex was his future.

"Can't get rid of me easily," he settled on that reply, leaning on the glass railing beside her.

"Really?" she quipped sardonically. "I honestly didn't take you to be the staying type."

That had to sting.

He knew he'd hurt her by leaving, so he deserved that. It wasn't enough to make his resolve waver.

"I am," he insisted. "It just takes me some time to find my footing."

She lifted a hand to him. "Don't go there, Gabe. Just don't - "

"I'm not walking away from you again, Alex," he professed.

She whirled to face him with a look of sullen resignation. "I know."

Deep down, she wanted him too. But not in the fucked-up state she was in. She needed to think, she needed to recover, she needed to get a grip on herself.

But she needed to do it alone.

"I can't deal with us now, it's just.." She sighed. "Everything else that's happened is too overwhelming."

Gabe deflated.

It was the first time he heard her admit defeat. He's gotten used to seeing her fighting every step of the way, that finding her in this state of hopelessness felt alien to him. His chest tightened, hating himself on taking part of what pushed her to breaking point.

"I need to take a step back from everything, Gabe," she said, almost begging. "That includes you."

"What do you mean?"

"Can I to take some time off?" she pleaded, wrapping herself in her own arms. "I have to hit pause for now."

"For how long, Alex?" Gabe's voice was strained. She just made it clear that he wasn't what she needed.

Still he hoped. So he held his breath.

Alex thought quietly for a few moments, before looking back at him in determination. He found a semblance of the Alex he knew.

"A couple of weeks," she answered with a tone of finality.

He didn't want to. But in his heart of hearts, he had to respect her decision. He understood that even the strongest needed to heal. Even the brave Alex Keating.

"I'll arrange it," he relented, closing his fists at his sides to stop himself from reaching out to her. "Anything else?"

She hesitated, biting her lower lip before she continued. "Actually, there is one more thing."

"What is it?" Gabe watched intently as she raised her head to look at him, her mouth curved into that familiar signature smirk that he'd grown to chase after.

"Will you wait for me?"

As per her usual modus operandi, Alex took his breath away by her unpredictability. Almost immediately, Gabe wrapped his arm around her to pull her close. He raised his free hand and let his knuckles brush against her cheek.

He smiled softly, a tad afraid that by holding her this close could break her. And yet, the effect she had on him couldn't be stopped from spilling out, as if it was what he wanted to say all along.

"I've waited my whole life for you, so what's a few more weeks?"

Alex beamed at him, relieved. "I knew you'll be up for the challenge."

"Because I care about you, Alex," he whispered.

"I care about you too."

Alex then dared to take it forward.

Before he had the chance to move away, she tiptoed and surprised him with a tender kiss on the cheek.

Gabe wasn't able to react as quickly, the contact catapulting his senses. Just as his mind plunged back to the ground, she was already walking away, the clicking of her black heels syncopating along with the beating drum inside his chest.

His sight followed her until she stood by herself in the employee elevator, her brown-eyed gaze melting him with earnest affection. As the doors shut closed, so did the heart of Gabriel Ricci.

It shut down in anticipation of her return.

**

Two months later

Mind hazy and craving for Chinese food, Gabe had asked the driver to take a quick detour.

He had just flown from Los Angeles, spending two weeks to assist on a big hotel chain M&A. He got out of LaGuardia at around 10pm, and now his jet lag and empty stomach were taking its toll on him.

The car stopped at the familiar block, and he got out of the vehicle, grabbing his suitcase. He walked the rest of the way, enjoying the craziness of New York City on a Friday night.

For a minute, it reminded him of her.

He heard rumors of her coming back, but HR had been heftily secretive on all things concerning her. With the firm fidgety over Vanderweil's recent harassment lawsuits, he erred on the safe side and didn't poke further.

It didn't take long for him to find Hoi On. Once inside, he greeted the servers in flawless Cantonese, striding straight to the counter.

As he gave his order, the kitchen crew brought out a bag of hunger-inducing takeout box. He was almost tempted to bargain for it instead of waiting for another 20 minutes. Until...

"Order complete for Alex!"

Gabe froze.

His senses were instantly filled by the familiar scent of coffee and vanilla and the echoing beat of heels hitting the floor.

There was no doubt about who was approaching the counter.

He found her standing beside him, the woman he'd missed every single day since he saw her last. The powerhouse junior partner with the easy smile and confident aura.

The woman whose return Gabe eagerly waited for.

"So," Alex began. "I take it tinsel town's fusion of cuisines can't match authentic Brooklyn takeout?" she teased, smiling at him in the same red dress she wore the first time she walked into his office.

He looked down over her - closely looking at the tiny changes in her features. Regardless, she looked more beautiful, taking note of the longer, loose tendrils of brunette hair framing her face.

"No," Gabe shook his head in amazement, his lips breaking into a lopsided grin. "Everything else couldn't compare."

She chuckled. The radiance of her laughter showed Gabe she was really back, and that she was finally ready.

"I bet they couldn't," she winked.

In an instant, Gabe's heart awoke from its slumber. It's as if it knew that this time, the wait was over.

The chase has come full circle.

Author's Notes: This may be the end of this series, but Alex & Gabe will return.

How did you find it? Let me see in your comments/reblogs! Thank you! 💖

Tag list: @adiehardfan @pixelnutrookie @starryjieun @latinagiraffe @sarcastic01lily  @spookycolorpeanut @ophrookie @suitfer @thegreentwin @mkatschoicesblog @made-of-roses @lillijill @kachrisberry @weaving-in-words @peonierose @wanderingamongthewildflowers

@choicesficwriterscreations @lawsofattractionfanfiction

[in-2004-fandoms-and-counting]

AU where Nico dies (don't hate me pls I'm sorry I love Nico and ship the hell out of Solangelo, this is just to allow for some dark AUs) transporting the Athena Parthenos in BoO.

(Sorry it's such a long post) Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, revered praetor and peace-loving daughter of Bellona, loses the ability to share strength. Now, when she uses her power, she saps your energy, draws on your bravery, and poisons your mind with horrific images. Nico's death has allowed suppressed traits to resurface and overwhelm all her progress since San Juan all those years ago. She picks fights. She becomes a dictator in all but name, abolishing the Senate and making War Games a lot more "realistic": weekly funerals become commonplace, words are spoken under breaths, and terror resides in the heart of every New Roman. And so, Reyna Ramírez-Arellano turns her brilliant mind and poisonous power to Gaea's aid. Gleeson Hedge doesn't seem more than a broken satyr at first glance, his smiles never sincere, his voice never loud, his bat never raised. But when he slips off into the wilderness, he does not sit quietly among the trees and reflect. He whispers into the trees' leaves, his twisted words echoing the bitterness that now consumes his being. He has been tricked too many times: Pan, forcing thousands of satyrs to lose their lives in their quest to find him when he was alive all along; Clarisse, who never tried to connect with nature or understand his own ties to the natural world, who teaches his child the game of death while Mellie watches, fading away, unable to fight back; the gods, who, in their promise of protection, conveniently ignored the nature spirits. He is bitterest about Nico's death: about all he could have done, about what the kid should have done. The glint in his eyes scares even the worst monster that Tartarus could send. But it is Gaea he turns his allegiance to. It is Gaea who promises that he will always be good enough for her. And so, Gleeson Hedge turns nature back to its true mother: Gaea. Hazel Levesque is not someone you want as an enemy. Her golden eyes, gold like the masks of the judges of the dead, seem to see everything. Her powers grow stronger, but now she is able to control them. One glance, and she can cause an entire legion to scream and writhe in agony as she manipulates the iron in their blood, twists their shining armour, forces weapons to turn on their handlers. She stops wearing normal, mortal clothes, and now she wears flowing dresses of molten gold and bronze that no spear could pierce nor hand touch. She calls on the remnants of metal in the cave in Resurrection Bay to rise, and rise they do, twisting and weaving together at her command to form a cathedral-like vault with a solid Stygian iron throne. At the front of her temple lies a chasm from which her first creation arises, complete and healed, at last. Alcyoneus clambers out of the pit, back with his mother's life and Hazel's burning desire for destruction. And so, after seventy years, Hazel Levesque joins forces with Gaea of her own free will. Frank Zhang's arrows are no longer aimed at Tartarus's monsters, but at the people he once considered friends. The ruins of the Zhang family mansion become a shrine to Gaea, the ancient walls falling in blissful happiness into the Earth Mother's embrace. Frank returns often with fresh skulls, unfailingly whole - his arrow pierces cleanly through the eye every time. His piece of firewood safe in Gaea's belly, protected where no flame could reach, he is unstoppable. His shapeshifting causes unforseen problems with the allies' plans, it's very hard to plan how to fight a lion when he could turn into a swarm of bees at any moment. He is the ultimate spy, a literal fly on the wall, and for once, he feels needed. He feels worth something. He feels as though he is good enough, something the gods could never give. All the gods ever did for Frank, he realises bitterly, is take. His mother. His grandmother. His self-confidence. His chance for a stable, loving family. Nico. And so, Frank Zhang finds a different kind of family, one that will not let him down, in Gaea. Piper McLean never wanted to be a tragic love story; that was purely for her mother's entertainment. She

cuts her hair short. She kills Gaea's enemies on sight. Her charmspeak forces even her old family, Camp Half-Blood, to turn against each other, brother against brother, sister against sister, until bodies litter the strawberry fields and the Big House crumbles to smouldering ashes. The gods have her no love. Their boundaries mean nothing to her any more. Her love extends to her favourite mother, her boyfriend, the rest of the Seven, Grover, Reyna and Hedge. Beyond that, it is poison. Gaea takes her hands, looks into her eyes, and tells Piper that she is more than the spawn of an unfaithful, air-headed immortal, more than the damsel in distress. She tells Piper that she is who she decides to be. And Piper agrees. Gaea gives her the opportunity to be out of others' shadows. Piper McLean takes the chance and joins with Gaea, her charmspeak almost her most dangerous feature, second only to her unbridled wrath when Nico's death is mentioned.

Jason Grace owes fealty to only one eternal goddess now. He scours the Underworld with Hazel and Frank, relentless like the wolves he was brought up with. He knows no bounds, his destruction barely controllable by even Piper and her charmspeak. He has obliterated entire cities, counties, even an entire nation. He feels no regret, no remorse, no nagging guilt. He seeks out and electrocutes homophobes as his powers grow in complexity, along with his ability to control them. No matter how much they scream, the same two words shoot from Jason's scarred lips like the lightning bolts he commands: for Nico. As the darkness inside him grows, the son of Jupiter advances on Olympus, eyes and hands blazing, to destroy his father, as one of Gaea's allies, as one of Gaea's found children. Jason Grace vows by Nico's soul and Gaea's love to destroy the gods who shamelessly abandoned them.

Percy Jackson has been close to the darkness before. As just one examole, he's controlled poison to choke the goddess of misery at the edge of Chaos. But now, Annabeth's words at the time - some things aren't meant to be controlled - strike differently. Percy doesn't follow rules any more. That brooding, troublemaking face now alludes to his new form: gone is the class clown, here is something more akin to a devil. Like Hazel, he has made hundreds of people and monsters shriek in pain as he controls their blood, contorting their bodies into unnatural forms and snapping necks with a mere snap of his fingers. If Nico's death is mentioned around the pair of them - Hazel and Percy - both turn on the individual, eyes smouldering with the deceitfully cool ashes of the fire of grief, and slowly unleash their wrath. Percy cannot be controlled. He wants revenge. Part of him wishes he had never given his mother the head of Medusa to kill Smelly Gabe; it tore him to pieces when he made the fluid in her head seep out of her eyes. But she wouldn't stop begging him to leave Gaea. She had to go. She was no longer loving him as he knew he deserved. Now, Percy Jackson takes his support from the mother he should have accepted long ago: Gaea.

Annabeth Chase did not accept powers from her new mother, her better mother. She chose to use her mind as her weapon and Gaea respected that. Gaea gave her the resources she needed to wreak havoc on mortals and immortals alike. Now, instead of studying for a stupid internship in a misogynistic, capitalist society, Annabeth unleashes her fury, her grief, her mind on the world. The gods deserve to pay for what happened to Nico. The demigods need to feel her grief. The mortals started this stupid cycle of overwork and inadequate pay. Annabeth is ready to work with the mother that respects her, that loves her, that nurtures her as she deserves. And work she does. Plan after plan is developed, improved, redrafted, mocked up, redeveloped, and finally executed with clinical precision. Her mind becomes what her enemies most fear, even above her reputation: first child of Athena in millennia to reach Arachne, retriever of the Athena Parthenos, survivor of Tartarus. And she laughs, laughs in a maniacal way that makes you want to take a step back as she strides towards you, grey eyes alight with an unnatural glint as you realise that she knows everything about you and she knows how this will end. She will not let herself or her friends die. She refuses to let another situation like Nico's death happen again. So, Annabeth Chase takes Gaea's resources and turns them into a mass genocide, executed with her new mother's blessing.

Grover Underwood leads the nature spirits now. He commands dryads to extend their unstoppable tendrils through the paths that Gaea forms for them, deep in the earth, then sending them exploding through the surface and reclaiming all that was torn from them under the pretence of friendship. His empathy link with Percy allows him some degree of control, both over the son of Poseidon and over naiads. Grover is betrayed and bitterly disappointed in Pan, in the gods, in demigods, in mortals, in Nico. And so, he turns nature back home with Gleeson Hedge. The hauntingly beautiful whistling of his pipes lures demigods, mortals, even gods to their doom. Apollo is the first to fall, trapped by the music of the satyr whose horns now make him seem diabolical as he dances in the flames. Grover Underwood finds his roots in Gaea and his revenge in destruction.

Leo Valdez wants to burn the world to ashes. There's not a moment he's not on fire, his hair smouldering, his skin aglow. At his feet lies Hera, trussed up like a rodeo calf, bound by the power of the guardian Leo knows he deserved as a child. There is no Piper with her charmspeak to free the ex-queen; at least, Piper is by Leo's side as he blasts her with his searing flames. There's a smile on Leo's face that rivals even Annabeth's as he torches cities, razes acres and lights up the sky with plumes of smoke and columns of fire. His reasoning feels etched into his heart: the gods let Nico die. The gods let us down one time too many. And so he lets the flames go. Gaea stands behind him, her hand on his shoulder, proud and respectful. She knows that he secretly enjoyed starting the war with New Rome. He has fire powers; it's only natural, and that Octavian is enough to drive anyone mad. So, Leo Valdez finally makes his peace with Gaea.

Will Solace goes out like a light as the news of his beloved's death is announced. He lies, broken and silent, in Gaea's arms, tears streaming down his face. He stirs only for Nico's name, and his eyes turn slowly to whoever dared say it. He reaches out an arm, eyes turning black, leaching all the colour from the surroundings as his whisper echoes: there is no hope. Behind him stands Gaea, a tear of her own on her earthen cheek. She feels his pain, raw and fresh. But she takes some of it onto herself. Will Solace shares his grief with Gaea now.

And so they stand, eyes alight and expressions dark and triumphant, by the side of the goddess who did not want to let Nico die.

Gaea smiles.

[waiting-for-motivation]

trust

summary: Because people always judge and insult (Y/n), she can‘t really trust anybody. That is until she meets a certain archangel.

request: Heya! Could I request a oneshot with gabriel and an alt/goth s/o who’s very stand offish at first. They deal with a lot of creeps and rude people so they aren’t super trusting. Maybe them warming up to Gabriel after he saves them from a creep ~ anon

pairings: Gabriel x Reader

warnings: cursing, blood, violence, piercings and tattoos (not specific) drinking and fluff

words: 948

a/n: I hope you like it and I portrayed the reader the way you wanted it :))

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“...but I can help you.“

“I don‘t care. Leave me alone!“

(Y/n) turns back to the old manor, drawing out her machete and disappearing behind the wooden door. The archangel she just screamed at stands next to her car dumbfounded. Never in the many years he lived on earth, he let someone speak to him like that.

But (Y/n) is different. He just met her, but he immediately, knew she is special - not because of her alternative style but of her kind heart. Deep down she is soft and sweet, but she seems to hide it from everyone. But Gabriel is an archangel which means he knows everything.

Inside the manor a horde of vampires already await the female hunter, their teeth ready to break her skin. (Y/n) walks inside a room and gets greeted by seven vampires.

“Hello there, little bitch“, one vampire says and takes a step towards (Y/n). She points her machete at him and frowns at him. “You have no chance against us!“

“I like those odds“, (Y/n) smiles and raises her machete, letting it swish through the air and behead the vampire easily. The others run to her right away, showing their disgusting teeth.

The huntress ducks under their arms and starts to move her machete through the air. Again and again she meets a body and after three minutes all the vampires are laying dead on the floor.

Since leaving her hometown (Y/n) learned self-defences because people were and still are mean to her. It‘s always You have too many tattoos and piercings! or Why do you dress like that? It‘s been a long while since someone said anything nice to her.

Until she met Gabriel who offered her his help. But (Y/n) couldn‘t accept that. She was alone for so long, she will manage this hunt and the following without any help. No one is worth of her trust because all men are the same - horrible and shallow.

“Looks like you didn‘t need my help at all“, Gabriel states and leans against the door frame with his arms crossed. His golden eyes lay on her frame which is covered in blood.

“Didn‘t I tell you to piss off?“, (Y/n) asks annoyed and rolls her eyes.

Slowly, she walks over the bodies and to another room. There must be more vampires. There are more vampires. In the next room three more await her.

(Y/n) runs to the vampires with a raised machete and starts a fight. The archangel stays in the door frame and watches her because he is pretty sure she can handle the few monsters. And he is right, after a few more minutes the three vampires lay beheaded on the floor.

“We should go for a drink later“, Gabriel says impressed and walks towards the female hunter.

The next moment a vampire jumps through the window and at (Y/n). Together they fall on the floor and even though (Y/n) drove her machete inside his stomach, the monster manages to sink his teeth in her neck.

Gabriel moves quickly and grabs the vampire by his hair, pressing his hand to his forehead and making the monsters eyes glow until he falls dead to the floor. Then the archangel turns to a shaking and groaning (Y/n).

“It‘s okay. I will help you“, Gabriel tells the female hunter and takes her bloody hand from her neck, placing his right on her injury. A slight glow lets (Y/n)s eyes glisten and then the pain is gone. She takes a deep breath and sits up with Gabriels help.

“How? What? Why? Who are you?“, (Y/n) stammers confused and stares right into Gabriels beautiful brown eyes. The archangel lowers his gaze and smiles innocently.

“I‘m the archangel Gabriel“, he whispers and only looks up when he hears (Y/n) giggle. She grabs one of his hands and squeezes it gently.

“Nice to finally meet you in person. I read a lot about you, Gabe“, (Y/n) returns with a kind smile and stands up, still holding the archangels hand. She doesn‘t know why, maybe because he just saved her from death, but she trusts Gabriel. After all those terrible people she met, she finally can trust somebody.

“Thank you“, (Y/n) whispers and lets go of the archangels hand.

“What about the drink you were offering me?“

And that‘s how they ended in this dark alleyway in front of a now closed bar. While Gabriel is still fully sober, (Y/n) almost stumbles over her own feet. One day ago she would have never let her guard down so much, but she knew that Gabriel would save her once again in case of danger.

“I don‘t even know why I trust you all of a sudden. Five hours ago I wanted to slit your throat because you offered me your help. Maybe it‘s because you are an angel - archangel! You must be good, right? With your fluffy wings and golden harps“, (Y/n) babbles and throws an arm around Gabriels shoulders, leaning fully against him. Together they walk through the little city and head to (Y/n)s motel room.

“Actually we don‘t have-“

“I hate people. I hate people! I never trusted one soul. You wanna know why? Because humans are...disgusting. They judge and insult and are so shallow. I hate people!“, (Y/n) continues.

“I could never insult a beauty like you“, Gabriel says and stops because he fears (Y/n) will stumble and hurt herself. Now they are standing close and look in each others eyes.

“You think I‘m beautiful?“, (Y/n) asks perplex and her lower lip starts to wobble. Happy tears fill her eyes and the next thing she feels are Gabriels soft lips on her own.

[bisexualcrowley]

Cuddles

Pairing: Gabriel x Fem! reader

Summary: Gabe wakes his girlfriend up in the middle of the night for cuddles, and fluff ensues

Content: Fluff, established relationship, cuddles, mild cursing

Word count: 884

Your eyes flew open and sat bolt upright in bed, quickly reaching for your gun, a reflex built up from years of hunting, and scanning the dark room to try and find what had woken you up. Your question was answered a moment later, as a quiet knock at the door pierced through the previous silence of the motel.

Cautiously you slid out of bed, throwing aside the covers and pointing the gun in front of yourself, only to let out a relieved though slightly annoyed huff at the sight of your boyfriend through the small window beside the door. Carefully returning the pistol to your bedside table, you unlocked the motel door and were greeted by your favorite archangel, who’s neutral expression broke into a grin at the sound of the lock clicking.

“Y/n! Hi!” Gabe was bouncing on his heels, hands in his pockets and hair loose around his face, a surprising contrast to it’s usual carefully styled appearance and it made you smile.

“Gabe its-” You leaned back to glance at the alarm clock, letting out a groan of disgust upon seeing the time. “4:00! What are you doing here so early, is everything alright?”

Concern replaced your annoyance, sleepy appearance disappearing from your eyes and pulling him into a brief but tight hug, and stepping back to cup his face in your hands.

“I missed you, I wanted to cuddle!” Gabriel's smile faltered, replaced with a flash of anxiety across his face that you hadn’t seen on the usually so confident trickster.

You looked at the man in front of you incredulously, mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief. 

“You come into my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

A peal of laughter erupted from your throat as Gabriel nodded, an innocent smile creeping across his lips, and you grinned, shaking your head with raised eyebrows and stepping back into the darkened motel room, gesturing inward.

 “You’re lucky I could never say no to that face” you chuckled, looking fondly at your archangel as he beamed at you, quickly stepping into the room and kicking off his shoes before throwing himself into the bed and burrowing under the covers, peeking out from the pile of blankets to watch you lock the door and return to the bed. You giggled at how innocent Gabriel looked, and took no time in sliding under the warmth of the blankets beside him.

Immediately Gabe moved closer and curled up against your body, intertwining your legs with his own and wrapping you in a tight yet comfortable embrace, foreheads pressed together and eyes locked on one another.

“Hey” You whispered, sleepy smile plastered on your face as you lazily rubbed patterns along his back with gentle fingers.

“Hey” Gabe replied with his signature goofy grin, tilting his head to place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose and sending you into a fit of giggles that made the archangel’s heart swell. 

It didn’t take long for you to begin to nod off, eyelids drooping and head coming to rest on top of Gabriel’s, who had tucked his head down against her neck and was burrowing his face into the soft fabric of his girlfriend’s pajama top.

You hummed in appreciation as Gabe’s fingers found their way into your hair, combing through it with delicate strokes and chuckling softly at the little noises you made in return, his warm smile mirrored on your face.

“You know Sam and Dean don’t like you showing up on our hunts, right?” You spoke softly, eyes opening to be met with Gabriel's adoring gaze

“Yep,” He answered simply, amusement flickering across his face.

“That gonna stop you?”

“Hell no,” Gabe laughed, his heart fluttering at the look he had gained in return, your eyes having closed again, but a happy grin painted your features.  It was barely visible in the dim light from the streetlamps shining through the closed curtains of the motel room, but it was more than enough for Gabriel.

You lost track of how long the two of you stayed like that, wrapped happily in each others arms. Judging by the light, it’s only been about half an hour, you mused to yourself, but shook the thought from your head, choosing to stay in the moment for as long as possible. Comfort came rarely in your line of work, this type of happiness even more rarely, so you relished in it, enjoying the feeling of safety that came from a tangled embrace with your archangel. 

The minutes ticked by, you falling closer and closer to sleep and Gabriel continuing to play with your hair, occasionally whispering terms of endearment in Enochian.

“Hey Gabe?” you murmured after a while, hoping you had spoken loud enough for him to hear. 

“What’s up, cupcake?” You could hear his seemingly permanent smile in the way he spoke, another little thing that you couldn’t get enough of

“...love you, ” You mumbled, words thick with drowsiness before finally drifting off to sleep, cradled comfortably in Gabriel’s arms. His smile grew even wider, carefully moving his head from its position on your chest to press an affectionate kiss to your cheek, carefully unfurling his wings and bringing them up to curl around your sleeping form, settling over your shoulders like a blanket.

“I love you too, sweetheart” He whispered, kissing you again before returning to his previous position, burrowing his head against your neck and closing his eyes, hands continuing to stroke your hair.

[ericsonclan]

Never Forgotten

Summary: Gabe visits Mariana's grave and decides to take Nurgul with him this time.

Word Count: 2203

Read on AO3:

Gabe stood in the chapel. The warm lights of the early afternoon pierced through the boards on the colored glass causing oranges, yellow and reds to dance upon the floor. The faint smell of wax filled the rooms as the light flickered on the white candles that lit the metal chandeliers and the different candle stands around the room. Fresh flowers were placed around the memorial of those who New Richmond had lost.

Gabe’s eyes glanced at his dad’s picture. David stood in the photo smiling by a grill, ready to celebrate a day with his family. A lump of sorrow filled Gabe’s throat and he looked away. His hands focused on taking out Mariana’s old cassette player. Slowly he placed the headphones on and pressed the play button. A happy, quiet tune began to play, one that Gabe must’ve listened to a thousand times since Mariana’s passing. Gabe took a deep breath that came out shaky as his eyes traveled up to find his sister’s picture.

He soon spotted her bright smile and her eyes that shimmered with life and hope. Extending his hand, his fingertips brushed against the picture as tears began to slip down Gabe’s face. The song swelled slightly and Gabe felt his heart sting just as sharply as the day he had lost her. After a moment of letting himself cry Gabe recomposed himself and closed his eyes. He listened to a song that Mariana had always said helped her sleep during the early days when the world had ended.

As he became lost in the song Gabe could feel his sister within the music: her hopefulness, her light, her kindness. Gabe felt his body tremble slightly with emotion as more tears slipped down his face. After a moment of focusing on his sister an old memory bubbled forth within him. Immediately Gabe reached into his jacket and pulled out a small journal. Moving his fingers to the spot where the pencil was used as a placeholder he started to jot down the memory. Gabe was so caught up in writing down all he could remember that when he felt a hand on his shoulder he jumped. Spinning around he saw Nurgul with an apologetic smile on her lips.

“Hey, Nuri,” Gabe paused the music and took off the headphones, resting them on his shoulders. Quickly he brushed away his tears.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you or interrupt your private moment,” Nurgul’s eyes moved beyond Gabe and looked at the wall of all the people lost to this cruel new world.

“It’s okay, it’s no big deal,” Gabe’s hands reached up and began to pull his beanie over his ears. Nurgul picked up on this simple action, one that Gabe tended to do whenever he lied.

“No, it was. I came to tell you that your watchduty is in an hour but I can leave now and give you your space,” Nurgul smiled at her boyfriend then turned to leave when Gabe spoke up.

“Wait,”

Nurgul stopped and glanced back at Gabe’s tear-stained face.

“I don’t mind the company,” Gabe’s hands gripped onto the journal in his hands, his eyes heavy with sadness but deep within them Nurgul could tell he genuinely wanted her here.

“Okay,” She walked back over and stood by Gabe. The two shared a small smile before Gabe resumed writing down the memory. Nurgul stared down at the journal for a moment then forced her eyes to look away. It was rude to stare and it was even ruder to be invasive.

Gabe caught her glance before she could look away though. He didn’t say anything at first and continued to write. After a few minutes he placed the pencil back in the journal, closed it then put it back in his pocket. The two stood in silence, their eyes focused on the memorial.

“I was writing down a memory. It was a stupid, silly one,” Gabe shook his head with a  half-hearted laugh before sniffling. “Mari and I used to love watching Javi, my dad and Pipo, my grandpa, playing dominos. It always seemed like such a fun, competitive game even if it did make Yaya give my grandpa an earful,” Gabe smiled softly as he looked at the ground. “We used to want to play the game so badly but we were too impatient to learn the rules so we made our own. It got really competitive and silly. Mari kept making up ways for her to cheat and I would always get so grumpy whenever I lost but it was all in good fun,” Gabe inhaled sharply, trying to stop his emotions from overwhelming him once more. “I wanted to write down that since I’m the one that ended up living,” Gabe felt his throat tighten. He tried his best to not let tears slip down once more but soon they stained his face anew.

Gabe couldn’t stop the tears. He felt so alone in that moment until he felt a warmth take his hand. Glancing down, he saw Nurgul’s hand holding his. His eyes wandered up and he saw her kind, gentle smile. After taking a deep breath, Gabe continued. “Mari used to say that she wanted to write down anything and everything so she wouldn’t forget. She told me once that when she forgot a memory and it became gone, a small part of her disappeared too. So I want to honor her by writing down as many memories of her as I can.”

“I think that’s a beautiful way of honoring her,” Nurgul softly squeezed Gabe’s hand and he gave a short nod.

“I think she’d agree,” Gabe was quiet for a few seconds, waiting for the moment to pass before he asked Nurgul something. “Nuri? Would you like to come with me and visit Mari’s grave? I just think...” Gabe struggled to find the right words to express how much it would mean for Nurgul to visit his sister’s grave, even if it was just once.

“Of course, as long as you’re okay with that. I would like to pay respects to someone I’ve heard so many great stories about,”

Nurgul’s words made Gabe smile and he lifted up her hand, placing a warm kiss upon it.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it. We just have to find someone to drive us out there and grab some flowers,” Gabe placed away the cassette player and headphones and led the way out of the chapel.

“Okay,” Nurgul gently swayed their joined hands. She wanted Gabe to know she was right by his side as they stepped outside.

They were halfway through the courtyard when Gabe remembered he had watchduty. “Shit, I forgot I have watchduty in an hour. I don’t want to put pressure on this visit,” He swore under his breath and tried to shake away the frustration that was building up inside of him.

“It’s okay. I’ll ask Mia or Jimmy and see if they’re okay with switching shifts,”

“Really?” Gabe looked somewhat surprised by his girlfriend’s offer.

“Yeah, this is more important,” Nurgul got on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Gabe’s cheek then slipped her hand out of his. “I’ll meet you here in fifteen,”

“Okay,” Gabe gave a small wave, a happy smile on his face as he watched Nurgul run off to see if she could switch shifts for him. After waiting a moment longer Gabe walked off to find some flowers and a driver.

Fifteen minutes moved by quickly and soon Gabe was on his way back to the courtyard, two bouquets of purple and white hyacinths in his hands and Noah strolling beside him. Once he was in sight of the courtyard he noticed that Nurgul was already waiting for him. Her foot dragged absentmindedly across the ground as she patiently stood there until her gaze moved up and she spotted Gabe. Immediately a gentle warmth overtook her eyes and she gave a smile. Gabe walked forward and gave Nurgul a quick kiss.

“Any luck?”

“Yeah, Jimmy immediately said he had somewhere to be when I went to ask him but I got Mia to switch watchduty times with you.” Nurgul noticed the small flicker of annoyance in Gabe’s eyes at the news of Jimmy but it soon disappeared.

“Classic Jimmy. Glad Mia was willing to switch. I got the flowers and Noah,” Gabe held up the bouquets then motioned to Noah who gave a friendly wave.

“Hey there, just here to give you two a ride to C n C’s auto stop and make sure no crawlers get the jump on you,”

“Thank you,” Nurgul smiled at her friend and Gabe quickly added a thanks of his own.

“Heh, it's fine. Besides, isn't this the third thanks you’ve given, Gabe?” Noah teased Gabe lightly then started to lead the way to the cars. The two bantered for a while about this, both trying to get Nurgul on their side but Noah knew it was pointless to try soon enough. While Nurgul did stick by him and banter for a bit she always leaned more towards Gabe’s side.

The casual conversation lasted for a little while longer as they drove but as they approached the destination Gabe grew quiet. His hand held onto Nurgul the entire drive there, his grip slowly becoming tighter when Noah stopped the car.

“Let me just clear out those crawlers. Stay put,” Noah smiled back into the rearview mirror then got out of the car. Taking out his knife he made fast work of the living dead, their blood and brain matter soon slick on his blade and his shirt. After a few minutes he opened the car door. “Got some goop on my new shirt but besides that everything’s good. You ready?” His eyes met Gabe’s who gave a nod.

The three were shortly on their way to Mariana’s grave. A small wooden gravemarker that Javi and Gabe made stood in the pile on dirt.

As they approached the spot Gabe’s hand let go of Nurgul’s and he walked forward. “Hey there, Mari. Sorry I haven’t visited in a while. Javi gets worried whenever I come out here but don’t worry, I brought some people to watch my back. No muertos are gonna get me today,” Gabe smiled at the grave but the gesture didn’t reach his eyes. With a dry swallow he tried to find the right words, his lips parting for a moment before closing once more.

Gradually all of his walls were falling down, his emotions open and on display as he wore his heart on his sleeve. Kneeling down, he placed the bouquet of white and purple hyacinths on the grave. “I brought someone here with me today. Someone that I’ve been meaning to bring by for a while. I’ve told you a lot about her.” Gabe glanced back. “Nuri,”

Nurgul picked up on the subtle signal and walked forward. Slowly she knelt beside Gabe and placed down her own bouquet, paying respects for one that she admired deeply. “I’m glad I finally got to pay my respects. I’ve heard a lot about you. It would’ve been nice if we had gotten to meet,” Nurgul smiled at the gravemarker as tears began to trickle down her face. “I hope wherever you are you’re at peace.” She prayed that this small gesture honored the lost sister of the one she cared so much for. Nurgul stared at the grave for a moment longer before she heard sniffles beside her. Looking over, she saw Gabe blinking rapidly in a fruitless attempt at stopping his tears.

Gabe took a shaky breath when he felt Nurgul’s hand on top of his. “I think she would’ve really liked you. Probably tease me a lot about stupid shit. I wish she was here to tease me,” Gabe inhaled sharply, his voice becoming caught in his throat as copious tears fell from his eyes.

Nurgul turned to face Gabe and silently wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you for letting me visit your sister,”

Her words made Gabe’s eyes grow blurrier with tears and he grasped onto Nurgul, his emotions overtaking his body. Nurgul held onto her boyfriend tightly, letting him cry for as much time as he needed. Allowing him to show vulnerability in a world that did not always give you that luxury. Moments passed as Gabe continued to sob until he grew quiet but held onto Nurgul regardless. “Thank you for coming with me,” He whispered, his head tucked close to Nurgul’s ear.

“Of course, I’m here for you,” Nurgul held Gabe closer and he seemed to melt in her embrace.

“I’m here for you too. I’m gonna be strong,” Gabe’s words were muffled as he hid his face in her gray cardigan.

“You already are,” Nurgul whispered and soon the two of them grew quiet, enjoying the hug for as long as they could. Eventually Gabe drew back just a bit, enough to hold the gaze of Nurgul’s dark eyes in his own, and began to share more stories of Mariana while Nurgul listened, smiling softly at the tales and the fact that Gabe’s smile had finally returned to his eyes.

[moonflower-31]

I Won’t Forget You - Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist  

Part 24 

Warnings: Brief mention of self harm, Panic attacks, etc.  

Also (F/C/T) is: Your favorite cookie type 

Tags: @dra-reid, @eevee0722, @ceeellewrites, @anotherr-fine-mess, @ssahoodrathotchner, @egg-boy03, @helena-way07, @l0ve-0f-my-life, @serendipity-imagines, @kaelyn-lobrutto24, @thatsonezesty13, 

~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed. - Edgar Allan Poe 

You bite your lip anxiously as you slowly pull away from Spencer’s now much more soaked cardigan. You sigh and attempt to wipe the spot down with your hand. "I'm sorry…" you said in a small voice. Spencer gently took your hands in his own and made you look into his eyes. 

"How can you be sorry for something you couldn't control? It's alright by me, (Y/N). Do you need someone to go in with you?" Spencer asked, his hands wanting desperately to hold you and to keep you ever so close to his chest so that you never had to fear for your safety. Because in his arms he could protect you. He could be the safe haven you needed to get back on your feet. And he would happily do so.  

You sniffled and pushed a strand on your hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear. You shook your head, gulping nervously before attempting to speak again. 

"N-no… Hotch wanted me to meet him in his office. I-I should be okay. Hotch… he wouldn't hurt me." You assure, although your voice betrayed your real feelings. You were nervous you were going to lose your probationary agent status and be downgraded to a desk-work agent. You were so close to the team now. You had already been working on fine-tuning your resume to turn in when Peter attacked you. 

Spencer sighed and squeezed your hand. "Okay. But just know I'll be here when you come out. I only have a few more reports to do. And each of them only require about a normal printer paper's worth of documentation to complete. Suffice to say you don't need to worry." 

You gave Spencer the best smile you could muster, which ended up only being a weak small one, before you turned your attention towards the small set of stairs. You then walked up to Hotch's office, the pounding of your heart and the rushing blood roaring in your ears. 

The carpet muffled the slight clop of your heels, quieting the pounding in your head just a smidge. You could see him in his office. He was business as usual, as always. You could feel your lungs collapse and refill as you took in each breath. You almost felt trapped inside your body. All around you you could only see blurry pictures of what was real. And you then began to see clearly what wasn't.  Piercing, evil green eyes began to appear on the walls, all staring at you. 

Whatever you had carried in your hands was now on the floor, your chest feeling ever so heavy. One by one your senses and functions were turning themselves off. It started with your hearing, and then your sight began to darken around the edges of your vision. By then you could see the partial outline of Spencer’s figure, trying to say something. But you couldn't hear him. The only thing you could hear was the pounding and the roaring of blood and your heart in your ears. It was deafening. 

Then you lost your ability to breathe, clutching at your chest as you coughed and wheezed, trying to suck in as much air as you could as your throat closed and swelled. Spencer gripped your arms, and it seemed like Hotch soon after joined him in trying to help you. Then you lost the ability to stand. And you fell face first into Spencer’s arms where he thankfully caught you. But it wasn't long after this that you began to lose consciousness from the lack of air in your lungs and the increasing pounding of your heart. 

The last thing you knew you would remember was the semi clearing view of Spencer’s eyes looking into yours, trying to urge you to stay awake. 

○●♡●○ 

You reawaken to Spencer's apartment ceiling, confused as to how you had gotten there. More concerned as to who was there with you. You attempt to move, to make someone aware that you were awake.  

"Hey, so Sleeping Beauty actually awakens." 

You groan at the sudden realization of who was in the room with you. You sit up slowly, turning your head to see a familiar pair of whiskey colored eyes staring at you from the corner of the room. 

"G...Gabriel?" 

Gabriel nods and chuckles to himself, advancing closer to you and taking a seat next to you. "Yep. What, were you expecting a stringbean? Prince charming? Cause he's in the other room with Chocolate Thunder." 

You widen your eyes for a moment and start to laugh softly from knowing Gabriel knew Garcia's nickname for Morgan. "You know about that?" 

Gabriel gives you a raised eyebrow. "What don't I know about you and your new work friends at this point?" 

You nod a few times. Fair enough. 

"What I also know… is that you are so undeniably in love with that pipe cleaner with eyes in there it ain't funny.  And he likes ya back. You know how many times I had to bribe him with my copy of the Hebrew version of the bible to leave you alone in here? He refused to let you go. Like seriously. Confess already. It's kinda sickening." Gabriel teases, nudging your shoulder. You look down at the floor, sniffling and laughing partly. 

Gabriel's teasing facade fell and he narrowed his eyebrows. "Kid… seriously. Are you okay? You passed out at work. That's not normal. Not even for me. And that's saying something." Gabriel's eyes widen and he holds up two hands as if saying he was innocent. 

You snicker gently, crossing your arms comfortably. "I… I guess? My uh… my Mom stopped by to beat me to a pulp today." 

Gabriel's face immediately shifted and redness increased in his face. "Are you serious? That bitch tried something? After what she did to you?! Selling you to fucking Peter?!" Gabriel hissed, his hands tightening at his sides. You flinch at his louder tone, sniffling and wiping your quickly tearing up eyes. 

"She's a narcissist, Gabe. S-she only cares about herself and th-the business. T-that she already got money for selling me to him. And it's non-refundable apparently." The dark cloud that had been around your head before your attack quickly was returning. And here you thought you'd finally be able to see sunlight. 

Gabriel sighed, his hand flexing against his jeans. "(Y/N)... I'm sorry kid. You don't deserve her. Deserve anything that's happened to you. Once we get her in jail alongside Pe-" 

You flinch at the beginning mention of Peter’s name, causing Gabriel to pause his statement and rephrase it. Gabriel sighed and began to speak again. "Once we get them both in jail, you'll be able to focus on yourself. Getting better. I'll even pay for your therapy if you want. It comes with candy I hear." Gabriel smirked, his tone growing playful to try and get a smile out of you. 

You do end up smiling gently, nodding wordlessly to your oldest friend. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to him, letting you hug his torso. "Come 'ere. Let's just calm down for now, eh? Don't want you fainting on me again." Gabriel encouraged, gaining a brief chuckle from you. 

You snuggle closer, glad Gabriel understood you enough to know this was what you needed. You rest your head against his chest and listen to his heart's strong pumping. 

A few moments of resting later, a pair of footsteps exit the kitchen and make their way towards the living room. You feel a slight twinge of fear build up in your chest, but you quickly feel it exit when you hear his voice enter the room as well. 

"How is she?" Spencer asks Gabriel, probably assuming you were still asleep or adjusted while they were in the kitchen. 

"Fine, considering what she's been through. Thanks for calling me though, Spencer. I've been tryna get clearance to see her for a few weeks and only just got it. The life of a field agent." Gabriel expressed, getting what you guessed to be a nod and a grunt from Morgan. 

"It ain't all fun and games, I can tell you that." He answers, a sigh soon after leaving his lips. You open your eyes slowly and see Morgan clutching his lower thigh where he'd been shot by Peter. You resist your urge to bite your lip, wanting to enjoy a few minutes of just listening before having to interact.  

"What happened? Seriously? She didn't go into detail, and I respect that. But how did she end up fainting on her way to the boss's office?" Gabriel questioned, his hand rubbing up and down your arm. He knew you were still awake. It was like he already knew what was going through your head. 

"Her…" Spencer sighed, biting his nails for a moment as his eyes traveled over towards your supposedly sleeping form on his couch. "Her mother came in and attacked her. She stood up for herself but in the process I think she showed Hotch how unready she was for work. That's what he said anyway. That Derek and I should stay with her for a few weeks. We'll alternate cases once he goes back so she has someone at home." Spencer began to explain. You were glad you were awake now. Otherwise you doubted you would get as clear and concise of an explanation of what was going to happen if they knew you were awake. 

Gabriel gritted his teeth and looked off to the side in annoyance. "Yeah. I know about that. Which pisses me off honestly. How did she even get in? Don't you gotta have an ID to get in? An appointment or something?" He asks, his voice harsher than you'd ever usually heard it. 

"Hey, man we ain't in charge of that. That's the front desk. But yeah. Usually you gotta have an ID and or you gotta have an appointment or a meeting with an agent. She probably said she had a meeting with (Y/N) and they let her in." Derek explained, holding his hands up cautiously. 

Gabriel let out a sigh and groaned. "Fine fine. But still. It shouldn't be that easy. She should be as safe at that office as she is at home." 

Spencer nodded, his eyes closing slowly and staying closed as he sighed heavily. Something was weighing on him. You knew it. Was it you? It wasn't his fault. But then again, did he know that? 

You finally gained enough strength to finally face the two of your closest friends and began to open your eyes again, gently moving yourself away from Gabriel's chest. 

Spencer was the first to notice, his face immediately lighting up when he saw your open eyes. "(Y/N/N)..." he breathed, a smile pulling onto his face. Gabriel stifled a chuckle, rubbing your arm before giving you a reassuring look. You nodded to him, and he then stood up. He nudged at Morgan’s shoulder and winked at him. 

"Let's give 'em a few minutes, Brown Sugar. See? I can do nicknames too." He teases before he gestures for Morgan to follow him into the other room. Morgan laughed and winked back at him, following him into the kitchen. 

You look up at Spencer, gesturing to the seat beside you. He takes the spot as soon as you assure him that he was welcome. He was so cautious, wanting to make you as comfortable as you could be. You couldn't think of anyone else so attentive. 

"Spencer-" 

"(Y/N)-" 

You snicker softly, hearing a laugh echo from Spencer. For the first time in what felt like years you felt the foreign feeling of your heart skipping a beat. His laughter was like a blessing for you. And you were glad to have it. 

"You first." Spencer spoke up again after a moment. You sighed and rubbed your neck. 

"Spencer… I'm sorry. I… I didn't know I was going to faint or-or have a panic attack-" the increasing need to explain yourself filled up your chest. You didn't look him in the eyes, ashamed of not having been able to control how you acted.

But then he gently took your hands in his. Well, your wrists mostly. He was still wary of germs. "(Y/N/N)... Have I been known to lie to you?"  

You took a few deep breaths as you blinked at his question. "N-no… no you've always told the truth. That I know of." 

Spencer nodded. "Then should you determine that what I said to you when you apologized for wetting my cardigan, a lie?" 

You swallow nervously and sigh, shaking your head as you picked at your nails. You felt guilty. But that didn't mean what Spencer was saying didn't help. 

Spencer sighed. "You should not have to apologize for things you cannot control. It would be like asking me to apologize for having the IQ I do." Or for loving you, which would be a crime to apologize for. Spencer thought silently. 

Spencer’s hand raised up to your shoulder and rested there, pulling you closer to him. You both stayed quiet for a few moments, just listening to the other breathe. 

"You were awake when I talked with Gabriel, weren't you?" He asked after a few moments of silence. You bit your lip and exhaled tiredly. Your upper eyelids began to fall, proving your exhaustion. It was an exhaustion you hadn't felt since you were rescued from the clutches of your captor that shouldn't be named. 

"Y-yeah… I was just… I wasn't ready to really be awake yet." You explained. "I'm so-" 

Spencer shook his head. "Please, don't apologize for taking the time you needed." You didn't finish your statement, just letting yourself rest against him this time. 

"Okay…" you whispered, unsure of what else to say. Your tongue felt baren of words, unable to comprehend a combination that would effectively continue the conversation that you didn't second guess yourself on. 

"It's okay to have listened, (Y/N). I was just making sure you knew what Hotch said about you going back to work. You and Morgan have some time off that Hotch has given you both. He wants you to take the time to recover. If I'm totally honest, I do too." Spencer expressed, gently rubbing your arm as you laid against his chest. 

"But… I don't know what to even do with my time, Spencer. I'd bore myself." You look down at your fingers, groaning at the idea of being alone and unable to distract yourself from your self-destructive thoughts. You were glad you wouldn't be alone. Then maybe you'd be able to stave off of going back to self harm. 

"That's why Morgan will be here. For a little while. Then when he's able to go back in the field we'll alternate cases. So that you won't have to be alone, (Y/N)." Spencer assured you. "I'm sure I can help occupy your day with books." "O-or whatever you want to do." Spencer quickly adds, blushing softly. 

You smiled softly at his attempt to make you feel better. "Promise you'll read me Edgar Allen Poe and we have a deal." You attempt to tease. Spencer smiles at you and nods, hugging you closer. Seeing you cheering up was the best thing to happen to him in that entire half of the day since lunch break. You were safe in his arms. You were warm, protected, and that was all he could ask for. 

"Quoth the raven." Spencer answered, causing you to snicker. You curl up next to him, letting yourself ease breaths in and out. He was warm, and his heartbeat rhythmic. Forget any sort of music playlist. You could fall asleep listening just to his heartbeat and be off to dreamland in a matter of minutes. The warmth alone was comforting. Like a gigantic comforter that wrapped around you securely. 

"Spence… I…" you began, feeling an urgency full your chest. Were you really going to tell him? Tell him now how you felt? Would he feel the same? Gabriel could be wrong. Yet again, he was wrong about a lot of things. But were they ever this serious? 

Spencer adjusted his position so you could look him in the eyes. "Hm?" He answered, giving you the most adorable look you'd ever seen. Yeah. You were. While you still had this bit of confidence and urgency in your chest. Butterflies burst into your stomach, making you worry for a stutter. You wait a few moments to collect your bearings, before attempting what would be impossible with your normal level of confidence.

"I… I lo-" 

"Heya you two! Butterscotch and I just made cookies in here. You want one? They're your favorite, (Y/N)." Gabriel called from the kitchen. You jumped at the sudden additional voice, before sighing mournfully. 

"Are you okay?" Spencer asks. 

You exhale half annoyedly and nod. "Yeah… he just scared me." 

Spencer nodded and rubbed your back for a moment. "So… what were you going to say?" He asked, begging and hoping his cheeks weren't as red as they were warm. 

You look up into Spencer’s warm hazel eyes, but feel that last trickle of confidence slip away. You sigh and shake your head. "I… I uh… I wanted to ask if you'd want to have a movie marathon tonight. Just… as a distraction." 

Spencer blinked a few times before he nodded. "Yeah, totally. As long as Star Trek is in there somewhere." 

You giggle softly and chuckle. "Sure, fanboy." 

You stand up gently before beginning to head to the kitchen. Curse Gabriel and his want to share. You would already be kissing Spencer’s face off at this very moment if he'd waited a few more minutes before announcing he'd made cookies. But then again, (F/C/T) cookies sounded pretty good too. 

Back to the drawing board, with a few extra post-it notes of anxieties and PTSD. You'd get there. Somehow. 

[wormstacheangel]

December 11, 2021

Hello. Sorry I missed day 10 but I haven’t been sleeping and yesterday was the first day I had more than four hours of sleep! But enjoy day 11! Sorry, I keep forgetting to add the Christmassy stuff but after today it’s full on Christmas all the time lol Enjoy! Catch up on my advent calendar with my masterpost link here 

Summary: If you like Gabriel then you’re in luck he stops by for a visit and Cas is sick from the snowball fight from day 9. 

Their bedroom was warm from the heater and the scent of vaporub filled the air. Steppenwolf was playing softly from their record player, just enough to be comforting background noise. The curtains were pushed open so Cas could enjoy the view of the cloudy sky while he laid on his stomach.

His eyes shut as he felt Dean’s rough palms massage down his bare back. He melted into the familiar touch as he let Dean fuss over him again. 

“Is this okay?” He heard from behind him and Cas only hummed a noise in approval. “Kept rolling you to your side last night cause your damn snoring got so loud that Miracle started barking at our door.”

Cas raised his eyebrows at that because he doesn’t even remember that. The cold medicine he has been taking really knocks him out. He can barely keep his eyes open minutes after taking it. 

Even right now while he had Dean’s weight on him, ‘Cause how else will I message you if I’m not straddling you, Cas.’, He could easily just pass out. Feeling Dean’s lips right between his shoulder blades made him feel so alive and warm. He was so comfortable that maybe he will just go back to sleep for a little-

“What’s the emergency?!” They heard a panic voice before a chuckle then a whistle. “Wow, what are you two doing?” 

They heard the unexpected loud voice that made Dean fall off the bed but quickly scramble to cover himself in a blanket. Cas sat up and even in his dazed phase he threw the angel blade that pierced through Gabriel’s chest. 

“Ow.” Gabriel said as he pulled the blade out while Cas relaxed back into the bed. “Well what a nice welcome.”

“Gabriel?” Dean shuffles to his feet as he wraps the blanket around his shoulders. “Get the fuck out of our room!”

Cas groaned as he hid his face back on his pillow but couldn’t really relax without feeling the blade right under it so he held his hand out. Dean took it hesitantly but Cas slapped it away as he mumbled, “Give me my blade back.”

“Oh.” Dean said sadly but Cas turned to look at him. Puckering his lips to ask for a kiss only to get Dean shoving his face in the pillow. “Go to sleep, asshole.”

Gabriel walked over to them and sat by Cas’s feet. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m sick.”

Gabriel laughed, slapping Cas’s back a little too hard that Cas jumped up in pain. “Oops. Forgot you’re a big softie now.”

“I’m sure that would have hurt even if I had my grace.” Cas said as Dean pushes Gabriel away, really he kicks him a few times and motions with his head to move. “Why are you here, Gabriel?”

Dean, still covering himself in his blanket, took Gabriel’s spot while the archangel looked around the room in curiosity. 

“What? Can’t I just come down here to visit my baby bro and favorite nephew?” Gabriel reached over to touch the record player but Dean quickly threatened to stab him if he touched it so Gabe dropped his hand with a grin. “Well. If i’m not needed I’m just gonna say a quick hello to tiny Cas before I head back upstairs.”

Cas sat up to narrow his eyes at his brother. “You said there was an emergency.”

“Did I?”

“Yes. When you flew in here.” Cas rolled his eyes while Dean quickly draped his blanket over Cas’s shoulders. 

“Dude, just tell us why you’re here so we can move on.” Dean says as he stands up, wearing nothing but his scooby snack underwear and an old t-shirt, to walk to his drawer for some sweatpants. Mumbling something about angel warding the bedroom. 

Gabriel clicked his tongue as he started walking out the bedroom door. “I don’t want to get the kid in trouble-”

“Jack called on you?” Cas asked, his tone switching from annoyance to concern as he stood up to follow after Gabriel. “Why? Is he okay? Is he not in his room?”

Gabriel opened the door and there stood a sheepish Jack with Miracle sitting besides him, hanging her head as she whined. 

“Kid, wanna explain yourself?” Gabriel motioned for him to come in just as Cas had a small coughing fit. 

“That!” Jack motioned at Cas as he looked back at Gabriel. “He’s been sick for so long!”

“It’s been almost two days.” Dean corrects him as he walks to stand by Gabriel, arms crossed in concern. “It’s normal, Jack.”

“But you said it sounded like he was miserable and I just-” Jack sighed letting his shoulders hunch forward. “I didn’t want him to be sad when he’s been so happy lately. I mean...what’s the point of having our family if we can’t ask them for help?”

“Kids got a point.” Gabriel nudges Dean who looks down at his underwear. “Wow twinsies I have the same pair. Looks better on me though.”

Dean rolled his eyes at him before giving Jack his attention. “Jack, humans get sick. That’s just a part of life.”

“Humans get sick and die. I’m not ready to lose…” Cas had another coughing fit as he sat back down on the bed, reaching to drink the water on the nightstand. Jack’s eyes wandered to Cas as he quietly said, “I don’t want to lose Dad again.”

“Jack,” Cas’s rough voice made them all look up at him. Cas motioned for Jack to walk over to him. He didn’t start talking until Jack was standing in front of him. “I’m not dying. Not anytime soon at least.”

Gabriel shrugged at that and Dean punched his arm, only really hurting himself but it was the sentiment that counts.

“My fever is down,” Cas smiled reassuringly at him. “Thank you for bringing me my medicine and tea these last few days. I’m feeling so much better now.”

“You do?”

Cas nodded at him as he reached to grab Jack’s arm. “I am. So don’t worry so much. I’ll be better by tomorrow so we can go see those Christmas lights you wanted.”

“Can’t Uncle Gabe just-” Jack motioned towards Gabriel again but Cas was already shaking his head. “I don’t get why you can’t accept his help.”

“I want to experience being human and being sick is part of it.”

“But you hate it. I hated it when I was sick.”

“It’s the worst but it’s part of the journey.” Cas winked at him and then shoved Jack towards Gabriel. “Now go apologize to your Uncle for worrying him and invite him to Christmas.”

Gabriel promised to stop by for their Christmas. He then took Jack to buy him some late dinner while Dean stayed behind to climb back on their bed. Pulling Cas close to his chest and squeezing him. 

“Maybe we should let Gabe heal you.” Dean suggested as Cas coughed into his hand before groaning out in pain.

“Fuck, yes. I already prayed to him to come back and heal me after Jack goes to bed.” Cas looked up at his boyfriend. “I can’t handle this another day, Dean. I can’t even smell you and you’re right here! It’s torture.”

“Not smelling me?” Dean grinned down at him with raised eyebrows.

“Have you smelled yourself? It’s intoxicating.”

Tag List: (ask to be added or removed)

@galaxycastiel @superduckbatrebel  @slipper007  @wikiangela  @s-r-clowns

@ar-bi-trary  @winchestcas @imlivingliferightnow  @thefaeriemagic3  @bi-bi-marie @nguyenxtrang  @dancerdovegirl  @chocolatecakecas @trasherasswood  @celestialcastiel @castiel-is-a-cat @theghostofchristmasfuture 

[rosethornewrites]

Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste ch. 1-2

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Luka Couffaine, Lila Rossi/karma, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth/aneurism, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Plagg & Tikki

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi's Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste's Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi's Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we're all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone's well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila's brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: Gabriel decides that Adrien entering a romantic relationship is a good move for the brand. He chooses Lila Rossi as the other half. Adrien nopes tf out.

Notes: I was gonna have it be a slow acceleration, but Adrien was all “Go big or go home.” Also trying to find motivation to write more of this fic.

AO3 link

----------

“No,” Adrien growled. “Absolutely not!”

Lila made a show of crying, not that anyone in the room believed her tears were real.

Gabriel frowned at him from his desk. “This will be good for the brand—”

“Fuck the brand!”

“Adrien! This is unbecoming. You will be seen to be dating Ms. Rossi. That is final.”

Adrien’s fists were so tight he was sure he had crescents eating into his palms. “Like hell it is! I will not date that—” he gestured at Lila “—lying cow. Not after how she’s hurt my friends.”

Said girl gasped, outraged, and Adrien was glad to see she actually looked truly upset.

His father stood, but kept his voice emotionless, calm, self-assured that he would capitulate. “Cease this ridiculous teenage rebellion.”

He saw red, but oddly it calmed him. “Father, you have not seen teenage rebellion,” he said, his voice almost terrifyingly calm. “But I would be happy to teach you what it looks like if you try to force me to do this.”

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Adrien could see him considering that, but then discarding it. “It will be in the papers tomorrow. If you misbehave, you’ll no longer be permitted to go to school.”

Adrien snorted. He knew more ways to escape this house than his father could possibly anticipate—some he’d made himself, even. “Good luck, Gabe. You’re going to need it.”

He spun on his heel before his father could respond and slammed the door behind him. With the enhanced strength he had as the Black Cat Miraculous chosen, the wood cracked audibly.

As he made his way back to his room, he realized the opportunity his father had just placed in his lap. As the face of the brand, Adrien had more power than Gabriel seemed to realize. It was time to stretch those muscles.

He had planning to do.

---------

His father had spectacularly good timing for pulling this kind of stunt—for Adrien, anyway. He’d heard from a couple of friends of his that a certain rock star was in town. And if anyone was up for promoting teenage rebellion, Adrien had no doubt it would be Jagged Stone.

It was child’s play to sneak out of the house. He didn’t even have to transform to do it. From there it was just making his way to the Grand Paris Hotel. The staff assumed he was there to see Chloé, so getting in was no problem. Jagged Stone always rented the same suite, so that wasn’t an issue, either.

The hard part, he knew, would come after he knocked on the door.

Jagged opened the door, and then peered at him suspiciously.

“Um, M. Stone, I don’t know if you remember me but—”

The rock star suddenly broke into a wide grin. “Oh, you’re Marinette’s model friend, right?”

Adrien blinked. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard. His rock idol knew him?

Sadly, he had no time to fanboy.

“Yes, Adrien. I was wondering if I could trouble you for some help?”

And so that was how Adrien Agreste wound up sitting in Jagged Stone’s suite, petting Fang, and telling him about the woe that was the obsession his father had with Lila Rossi, Liar Extraordinaire.

“She said I had a what?”

“A kitten. And she got Marinette expelled and is just being really awful to her.”

Jagged opened a cell phone. “Penny, I need you. Yes, I know I sent you for macrons, but this is really important. Bring my niece with.”

When he was finished, he turned to Adrien again. “We’ll get that taken care of.”

“That’s not all, M. Stone.”

He pressed forward, telling his idol of the relationship he was being forced into and his promise to show Gabriel Agreste just what he could do if he really rebelled.

When he was done, Jagged’s face was gleeful in an almost terrifying way.

“Oh, please tell me I get to help with this?” At Adrien’s nod the man whooped in excitement. “Brilliant. Once my niece gets here, we’ll plan properly. She’s a planner, that one. Smart as a whip.”

Adrien blinked. “Your niece?”

“Marinette, of course! Honorary niece.”

His jaw dropped. Marinette had always had the upper hand on Lila, could call in Jagged at any moment to destroy her, and had held back. He never should’ve stopped her.

“My father can’t know she helped. He’s got so much power in the fashion industry, and I don’t want to hurt her career.”

Jagged waved away his concerns. “Mate, listen. From what I understand you’re the face of that company. You have the power, not him. Get you in some Marinette originals, and he can’t undo the fame that’ll bring her.”

Adrien hadn’t considered that. “I just don’t want her hurt.”

He heard the door open, and then a soft, “Adrien?”

It meant he had to explain the situation all over again, letting Jagged Stone assure her that he was going to pop the liar’s kitten whopper as soon as possible.

“I can stop by your school with Fang, yeah? They can’t keep me from saying hi to my favorite niece.”

Marinette bit her lip. “That would be helpful, but for Adrien…”

Adrien smiled. “I want you to design me a new look. Something we can do here and now—maybe with the discrete help of some of the hotel staff, since they have that nice spa and such. Hair dye, new clothes. Maybe some fake piercings. Oooh, a fake tattoo?”

Jagged glanced at Penny, who looked uncertain about this. “Don’t be a party pooper, Penny.”

“His father might sue you,” she pointed out.

“Like I care. I have money.” He grinned. “And for what? Giving his kid a makeover?”

“French law—”

“Nope, don’t care. It’s happening. Get his sizes and go to my favorite stores. Adrien, what color scheme?”

Adrien blinked. He hadn’t thought that far. He glanced at Marinette. “Um, do you think Chat Noir would mind if I used his colors? I think of him when I think teenage rebellion.”

That was more because being Chat Noir had up to this point been his way of rebelling, but she didn’t need to know that.

To his surprise, Marinette grinned, the smile wide enough to match Jagged’s. “Oh, I like that idea. Chains and spikes? Fake lip ring and septum?”

“Absolutely!”

Jagged made a shooing motion at Penny, who rolled her eyes and headed toward the door, before joining in. “Now how about this idea: black and neon green hair, done to look like a skunk’s stripes!”

Adrien was surprised to find himself laughing honestly at the idea. He’d been so angry less than an hour ago, but this was truly fun. “This makes me think of those J-Rock bands, how they used to dress up.”

Jagged’s phone let out a guitar riff and he glanced at it. “Oh, right. Penny needs your measurements. Shoe size, too. Definitely some stomping boots, I think.”

He handed over his unlocked phone for Adrien to text.

“I’ll call the salon, yeah?”

Adrien nodded, texting the information, then froze. “Wait, Chloé might tell my father.”

That got a laugh. “Nah. They’re discrete. They bring everything up here for me—I won’t be around people if I’m getting my hair dyed.”

While Jagged made the call, Adrien finished the text. When he looked up, Marinette was watching him. She turned pink when she realized he’d caught her.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked after a moment.

He sighed, slumping back on the sofa and resting his hand on Fang’s head again. “No, but I don’t have any better ones. That stupid news claiming I’m with Lila’s going to hit tomorrow. And I’m so done with this, with him treating me like I’m property.”

Marinette looked worried, and he tried to muster up a smile. From her expression, he didn’t manage it.

“Maybe…” she started, then trailed off.

“Maybe?”

She didn’t look at him. “Maybe you should look into laws involving child labor and parental responsibility. You… you might be able to get emancipated.”

That startled him—something he hadn’t even thought of before. He hadn’t even been aware it was an option.

When Marinette did look at him, her eyes were stormy. “He’s so… cruel to you. Maybe there’s legal recourse.”

“I’ll think about it,” he murmured. That seemed like such a drastic measure. “I don’t know if I want to go that far.”

She nodded, and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Plagg shot out of his pocket the moment the door was closed. “I’m so proud of you kid. This is gonna be great!”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

The kwami grabbed the proffered wedge of camembert.

“And think about what Pigtails said. Your dad’s a real piece of work, and you deserve better.”

“I will.”

Adrien could feel the idea turning over in his mind, as though gathering strength. When he left the bathroom, Jagged met him excitedly.

“I have just the idea! A temporary face tattoo!”

[emersonfreepress]

Main Cast descriptions

over on the Choice of Games forum thread, I was asked if there were any descriptions of the ROs. there weren’t, so now there are!

Gabe | Sepia skin and amber eyes. Wears his loose, dark brown curls in a heartthrob haircut worthy of a Tiger Beat cover. | Tall with a lean, athletic build. | Has two beauty marks under his right eye and a picture perfect smile. | Very expressive eyebrows, especially when thinking.

Kile | Light, tawny skin and prominent, steel grey eyes. | Keeps their curly, dark blond hair either in a crew cut or buzz cut. | Tall but slouched with a toned, lithe build. | Dead-eyed and pouty-lipped. | Looks either apathetic or intense most of the time, not much in between.

Jack | Fair skin that flushes pink and stormy blue eyes. | Keeps his straight chestnut hair to his shoulders and hides behind the long strands in the front. | Tallest kid in school with a fat, thickset build. | Gentle eyes and a gentle smile. | Bad at eye contact and prone to nervous smiling.

Jessie | Tan skin and copper brown eyes. | Wears her honey brown hair straight with feathered bangs and keeps it tied up with colorful scrunchies, hair ties, barrettes, you name it. | Average height and a full, bottom-heavy build. | Round cheeks and doe eyes. | Usually smiling at least a little.

Rain | Light beige skin and big, light green, down-turned eyes. | Wears their straight black hair with blunt bangs and slightly curled past the shoulders. | Shortest kid in your year with a slight build. | Has little (usually) bags under their eyes and striking eyebrows. | They don’t emote much.

Rupan/Rohan (R) | Dark brown skin and piercing, dark brown eyes. | Rupan wears her long, wavy black hair as wild and loose as she can get away with and Rohan wears his short but just as unruly. | Taller than average and a soft, skinny build. | The glint in their eye screams mischief and their smirk is always playful. | They constantly appear either amused, satisfied, or both.

Vivian/Vincent (Vi) | Sandy beige skin dusted with freckles all over and dark brown eyes. | Vivian also has long, wild hair but she slicks her ginger curls back into a flawless sock bun and Vincent keeps his hair cropped short in meticulously even waves. | Short and slender build. | Do not mention their dimples. | Can’t hide their emotions worth a damn.