#if we go out im going to be clutching you to me and growling at everybody in a ten meter radius because i need to hide you away NOW lets

[dirt-str1der]

Ive said it a million times omegaverse power dynamics are worthless uninspired and boring— HOLY CRAP hes standing on a branch like a real bird ...

[jyoongim]

Please the lil ex-hubby fic got my heart melting I'm such a whore for jealous Al 😭

May we please have more jealous!Alastor. Maybe he didn't even know he liked reader THAT way until some sinner genuinely tries to court her and then he's just like "NOWP. Mine now."

This been sitting in my inbox for weeks!!!! I finally got around to it!

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Alastor had always found you to be good company. He enjoyed having someone who could appreciate proper entertainment. He enjoyed the chats you two had and even let you join him when he went on outings. 

He considered you a friend.

So why is his eye twitching as you smiled, clutching a bouquet of flowers from the sinner who had asked you out? 

“Oh they are beautiful!” You beamed, pulling the sinner into a hug.

Alastor let out a soft growl, before materializing behind you, flashing the nervous man a sharp smile “Dearest who is this” he asked as his red eyes narrowed at the demon.

”My date for tonight silly. I told you I was going out for a night on the town” you giggled happily as you ushered the man inside.

”why don’t you two chat while i finish getting ready hmm?” You smiled reassuring at the demon before leaving.

Alastor smiled lovingly at you and as soon as you were out of sight, he set his sights on the sinner who was trying to avoid eye contact.

The sinner cleared his throat “I t-thought she was lying when she said she was friends with the Radio Demon”

awww he was trying to make small talk

Alastor eyes narrowed, “oooh so you know WHO I am?  Good good then introductions are pointless.” He stood tall, claws gripping his cane. “This ugh date you call taking her out on? Canceled.” The sinner eyes widened “w-what? No…no way! I been planning this for weeks!” He frowned. 

Alastor let out a chuckle “maybe you didn’t hear me”. The lobby lights flickered and he transformed slightly, growing in height, antlers curved to the ceiling and eyes as bright radio dials.

The sinner shook in fear as the Overlord leaned down til they were face to face “You will NOT be going out on a date tonight because 1. That pretty creature upstairs is way too good for you and 2. She’s mine. Now…when she comes back down, you’re gonna apologize and say something came up and NEVER contact her again. Or I eat you and I am happy either way…your choice”

He dawned an air of innocence as he let out a fake laugh when he heard you were close enough.

”I’m ready! How do I look?” You beamed, twirling around to show off your outfit. Alastor whistled, grabbing your hand and turning you in a slow spin, grinning “You are stunning my dear.”

You turned towards your date and he looked a bit shaken.

“U-Um s-something came up suddenly and…and im gonna have to cancel.” Your bright smile faded as he rubbed his neck nervously. A pout formed on your lips, as you wrapped your arms around yourself “O-oh…I see”

He looked at you and went to take a step forward but that only caused you to step back and into the Radio Demon’s embrace, seeking comfort.

Alastor pulled you into his chest ‘protectively’, rubbing your back soothingly ”oh it’s alright my dear. Im sure the two of you can reschedule this little date.”

The sinner mumbled his apology and slipped out the door.

You were pouting. You thought that he genuinely liked you. He even planned a whole date to your favorite club! So why…

You felt Alastor lift your chin, your pouty face making him grin.

”Since you’re already dressed how bout we go out on this date?” He asked tilting his head. You blinked at him, a little shocked “Y-You wanna go on a date with me?”

He chuckled, giving you a squeeze as he snapped his fingers and both your clothings changed to a more elegant style.

He raised your hand to his lips, red eyes wrinkling at you “Oh darlin I would be a fool to pass up the opportunity of having a pretty dame on my arm” he laughed as he twirled you around, before looping your arms and waltzing out the door.

[hwasoup]

Tale As Old As Time

Playlist !!

songs to listen along with: the beast, etc..

art credit goes to Marbipa

OMG guys, I literally hat to let this one sit and marinate for a while even though I typed it out like so long ago. AND I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO ADD THE SONGS FOR LAST CHAPTER, DW I DID THOUGH. Ugh and I literally also just found out that i had a textbook for a class, i didn't deep dive into the syllabus. AHHHHH regardless I hope you guys enjoyyy !! our favorite characters have finally met!!

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prev | ch.4

warnings: wrongful incarceration, bargaining, yelling, really bad british slang, mexican spanish (im sorry y’all im venezuelan ☠️)

word count: 3.3k

Chapter 3: The Beast

After going through the thick woods, trusting Felipe to take her to where she needs to go…

Y/N makes it deep and far in the woods and stops Felipe from galloping when she spots her father’s wagon. She looks at all of the scattered food, items, and even his invention. In worry, she clutches on Felipe’s reins tightly and directs him to keep on going. After riding Felipe some time, the air gets thicker and fog covers the entirety of the forest. She then notices Felipe starting to trot and make his way down a gravel path. She looks around the dead trees and notices the large gates and the grand castle in front of her. “What is this place…” she says nervously. Felipe then starts nickering and anxiously moving as he didn’t want to go inside the gates. Y/N had to get off to comfort the horse and calm him down. After a few moments, she turns around and peeks inside the gate to see her father’s hat. She opens them and she reaches for the hat and holds it tightly in her hands, her worry now increasing for him. “Come on Felipe, we have to go inside” 

She mounts the horse once more and goes inside the gate, going through the garden until she makes it to the steps of the castle. Y/N then gets off Felipe and carefully goes up the stairs, grabbing a large stick from the stairs as a weapon incase if she needs to defend herself. She then makes it to the top and carefully opens the door. Peering inside she walks in hesitantly, as she looks around. 

“Look Jess…it's a pretty girl” 

“I can see that Miles, I lost my hands.. Not my eyes” 

 Miles then peeks at Jess and whispers “but what if she’s the one who’ll break the spell ?” Y/N turns around confused at the sound of whispering “Who said that ?” She looks around to see nobody except for a candelabra and a clock. She quietly approaches the two of them looking at the inanimate figures confused at what she heard. Her thoughts however were shunned as she could hear her father’s cough from a distance. In her desperateness to find him, she takes the candelabra and goes to look for him. Jess looks at Miles being taken and she simply sighs. 

Y/N follows the sound of coughing to a set of stairs, as she gets closer she then peers into a hall that goes up a tower. She anxiously walks up the stairs as she yells out “PAPA ??” She walks up the stairs faster as the coughing gets louder “ERES TU PAPA ??”  Y/N then gets to the top of the tower and gasps seeing her beloved father inside a dungeon. She throws the stick to one side and places the candelabra on a nearby shelf and places it there. Y/N then gets on her knees as she looks at her father in relief after searching for him “Oh papa, que paso?? what happened to you, your hands are ice cold..” she says holding him tightly through the metal bars. Mauricio looks at her in awe and simply says “how did you even find me ?” 

“That doesn’t matter, we need to get you home !” 

“Y/N please…listen to me it’s not safe here, you must leave at once! This castle is alive !” he says in a whisper, tightly holding onto Y/N’s hands. Y/N looked at him confused until she heard a deep growl echoing in the distance. She grabs her stick once more from the floor and looks around the dungeon. She firmly grips onto the piece of thick wood, as she gains the courage to look around and protect herself and her father. “Who’s there, WHO ARE YOU ?”

“Who Are YOU?” 

The voice of a man echoes throughout the dungeon, his silhouette appearing in the distance. “I’ve come for my father..” Y/N says with determination in her voice. The sound of someone coming down the stairs is heard in the dark dungeon. “Your Father….is a thief”. Enraged, Y/N yelled out “LIAR!” The silhouette has now fully come down the stairs and standing before her, his silhouette still only seen “He stole a rose..” Y/N raises an eyebrow appalled at his words “I asked for the rose, punish me not him !” Mauricio looks at his daughter and shakes his head “No, Y/N don’t… he means forever, apparently that’s what happens around here cuando uno elige una bendita rosa” 

Y/N even more appalled turned to her father and back to the silhouette “A life sentence for a flower ?” A loud roar is heard as it approaches her even more, she steps back a little but not entirely to stand her ground despite the small shivers down her leg. “I received eternal damnation for one” the figure said, the growl in his voice becoming deeper. “Then take me instead” The figure growls and looks away and angrily says “YOU-” his expression then softly changes as he was shocked at how willing she was. “Tú....Tú tomarías su lugar?”

Y/N bites her lip and nods a whimper coming from her lips releases in her voice “If I did…would you let him go ?” The silhouette’s voice became a bit softer but still gruff in its dominant position “Yes, but you must promise to stay here forever” he says. Y/N looks down and blinks thinking of what to do next, she notices there’s a light right between them, separating the two from fully seeing each other. “Come into the light” she demands. The silhouette becomes smaller as she starts to see two large paws, she then looks up to see not a man but a beast with the horns of a goat, a thick mane that covered his entire body and crimson red eyes that peered into hers.  Y/N covers her mouth in shock and turns to her father dropping the stick yet again to hold his hands. “No, Y/N to te puedo permitir que hagas esto” 

Y/N kisses her father’s hands and approaches the Beast, her voice faltering to a whisper “you have my word..” The Beast then growls and opens the door dragging Mauricio out and pushing Y/N in, not even letting the two share a proper departure. He then drags Mauricio all the way out of the castle and throws him inside a carriage “Take him to the village” Mauricio cries out to him “SPARE MY DAUGHTER PLEASE!” The Beast ignores him and growls as he closes the carriage door “She’s no longer your concern…” Mauricio cries out to him to let him out, but The Beast was already walking back inside his castle. 

After a moment, The Beast is seen walking back inside the castle on all fours with an annoyed expression on his face. Miles had already hopped down halfway to meet him. “So, Uh Sir ?” 

“WHAT” the Beast growled out. Miles cowered a bit but then adjusted himself “soo uh since the girl is going to stay with us for quite some time, erm umm” he rubs his other two candles together “I was thinking that y’know you wanted too uhh, bring her to a more comfortable room” he says with a sheepish smile. The Beast growls at him and keeps walking up the stairs ignoring what he said. “Or not” Miles says. 

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Up in the tower after a week ….

Y/N wept as she whispered comforting words to herself. She thought about all of those times with her father, how he told her that home is where the heart is. But she wasn’t home, she was lonely and locked away. Her face drained as she thought of making the tiny dungeon her home, tears kept on spilling out as she thought about her poor father, all alone with nobody to lean onto in her terrible village.

She then sees a shadow loom over her and notices its The Beast. “You didn’t even let me say goodbye..I’ll never see him again..” her tears taint her cheeks that have been stained from the grime of the dungeon. “I-I’l never..see h-him again..” she says in between sobs. The Beast then looks at Y/N and a bit of guilt plagues his mind. He scratches his head and then considers what Miles told him earlier.. “I’ll show you to your room..” he says softly as he walks out the dungeon. 

“My room? But I thought -” 

“You, YOU wanna stay in the tower ?” 

“No..” she says softly.

 “Then follow me..” The Beast says.

The Beast then guides her out of the tower and back into the castle, taking Miles with him along the way so that he could light up the hallways. As Y/N is escorted, she looks around the castle and its statues and notices how dark and lonely the place seemed to be. Her eyes stare fearfully at a statue of a hideous gargoyle and speeds up to catch up with The Beast. 

The Beast heard her gasp and looked behind to see a single tear falling down her cheek, he looked back in his direction as he felt a bit more guiltier. “You should say something to her y’know” Miles says softly. The Beast nodded and turned to her “I..uhh…I hope you like it here” he looked back at Miles to see if it was ok. Miles then looks at him encouraging him to say a bit more. “The castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you would like…except the west wing.” Y/N’s curiosity perks up and she asks “what’s in the west wing ?” He growled out “IT'S FORBIDDEN”. His voice echoed out into the empty halls of the castle. He then takes her to a suite and opens the door for her. “If you need anything…my servants will attend you.” Y/N walks in and looks around the room. She then turns back to him and softly asks “but what’s your name ?” The Beast looks down as he didn’t want to remember his name, as he isn’t human or anything similar to his name. “It’s Miguel..”

Y/N nods as she looks back to the room and looks around. Miles then in a corner of Miguel’s viewpoint whispers “dinner, go invite her to dinner” Miguel nods and he tries to find the best way to speak to her “YOU WILL JOIN ME FOR DINNER…Th-THAT”S NOT A REQUEST” he says gruffly as he slammed the door. Y/N in shock of his words looked back at the closed door and back to the room. Spotting the bed she runs towards it and throws herself onto the pillows and cries her heart out. She hasn’t even realized that it has already started snowing outside signifying the start of winter.

About a couple of hours later, There was a soft knocking on the door. Y/N who was too busy crying hears it and softly says “who is it ?” She then hears a man’s voice “Its, Peter” Y/N approaches the door and quietly opens it and peers outside. She didn’t see anyone until she saw a serving cart with a tea pot and a small cup. “Oh wow you’re very pretty ma’am” he says politely with a smile. “I thought you would like a small cup of tea” Y/N backs up surprised at the sight and bumps into the wardrobe. Hearing a voice from the wardrobe she looks at it in shock “ooh, watch it ‘ere mate” Y/N backs up to her bed and sits down surprised. “B-but, this is impossible!” 

“I know mate, but ‘ere we are. Oh and the name’s Hobie” Y/N looks around in awe and surprise and just sits, processing the whole situation. The little teacup then spoke, “I told you she was pretty daddy!” Peter chuckles and pours some tea into his daughter “alrighty May, go and hand it to her, gently without spilling” Mayday happily hops to Y/N and waits for her to pick her up. “Why… Thank You” Y/N takes it softly. She then takes a sip of the tea and hums softly, enjoying the taste. “Wanna see me do a trick ??” Mayday then giggles as she breathes in and blows bubbles into the tea. She gets scolded quickly by her father though.

Peter chuckles and looks at Y/N. “Y’know, that took guts kid,” Hobie nods and agrees with him “the whole castle’s buzzin ‘bout it.” Y/N sighs in disappointment “but, I’ve lost my father, my dreams, I’ve lost almost everything..” Peter smiles and gives her a warm smile “aww, don’t worry kid, things always turn out better in the end.” Peter then realizes that he’s still supposed to be in the kitchen “oh crap, i forgot i’m supposed to be helping in the kitchen.. Anyways it was lovely meeting you” he says as the serving table wheels away from her room and leaves.

“Well now, let's get somefink good for youse to get dressed for the old geezer ‘ere.” Hobie then opens his drawers and sees some moths fly out “m’bad dovey” He then pulls out a nice dress for her and says “ ‘ere ya go, somefink pretty for you dovey” Y/N looks at the dress and smiles softly “oh, that’s very kind of you Hobie, but i’m not going to dinner” Hobie then shrugs and puts the dress back inside his drawers “aight then, youse definitely gonna make that geezer more laughable” he says. A small pattern is heard walking inside the room, Jess walked in and took a breath. “Come on honey, dinner’s waiting” she says trying to lighten up the mood. 

Down at the dining table however, Miguel is pacing back and forth anxiously waiting for Y/N’s arrival. He then growls annoyed “What’s taking her so long ....I told her to come down…” He then looks at Miles and a smaller candle who’s named Lyla. “aww come on Miguel, you do realize that she’s literally lost her freedom and her dad like last week” Lyla says, stating the obvious. Miles then nods and says “soo uhh, Sir, Haven’t you thought that this girl.. Might be the one who could break the spell ?” MIguel looks up to the two candles “OF COURSE I HAVE..I’M NOT STUPID” Miles then smiles and says “Then you fall in love with her, sheee falls in love with you, and POOF! We’re human! We should be back to normal by midnight !” he says with a confident smile. Peter on the table however, digresses on the situation. “Miles buddy, it's not that easy y’know… these things take time” Miles then frowns and softly says “but, Peter ...the rose is already starting to wilt..” 

Miguel then looks down and sits on all fours and grumbles “Oh, it’s no use..” he runs a paw through his large mane “it's just that she’s just so beautiful, and i’m well.. WELL LOOK AT ME” he says with a snarl. Peter then sighs and looks at Miguel “aww come on Miguel, you have to help her see through all of that” Miguel then growls lowly “I don’t know how” he says as his ears flatten to the sides. Lyla then grins and pitches in “then how about a quick lesson on how to be a gentleman 101: Sit up and try to be kind.” Peter smiles and also shares a few thoughts “oh then don’t forget to give her a sweet smile, come one show me one Migs” Miguel then proceeds to give the most toothiest and quite horrible smile, even Lyla had to step back a little out of surprise. “Now don’t scare her, charm her” Peter says. Miles then blurted out “Oh, OH and impress her with your intelligence!” Miguel looks at all four of them trying to absorb the information, his mind whirling at almost everything that he has to do, that just seemed utterly impossible. The quartet continued to bombard him with a whole bunch of manners until they all said at the same time “and the most important of all, CONTROL YOUR TEMPER!!!” Miguel wipes his face from the small bead of sweat that was forming. 

Then, the sound of a door is heard opening, Miguel looks up in anticipation but is met with only Jess coming inside. “SO, evening everyone..” she says nervously. Miguel then raises an eyebrow “Well ? where is she ?” Jess takes a deep breath in, just knowing how Miguel is definitely going to react “soo, she’s…yea she’s not coming”

“WHAAAAAAAAAAT ??!!!!”

Outraged, Miguel leaves the dining room and runs as quickly as his legs and hind legs could take him, all the way upstairs and into the east wing. Peter yells out “Nononono, WAIT MIGUEL !” 

Miguel manages to outrun them and make it to Y/N’S door and basically smacks it as hard as he could “ I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN FOR DINNER” y/n behind the door responds to him “I’m not coming” she says with a little huff in her voice. Miles, Lyla, Peter, and Jess just facepalm and shake their heads in disappointment. A sigh was even heard from behind Miguel from the huge letdown. “YOU BETTER COME OUT, OR I’M- YO VOY…VOY A ROMPER LA BENDITA PUERTA !”

Miles whistled and just said “so, just a quick suggestion , but uh….that really isn’t the best way to impress a girl..” Jess nods and sighs “Miguel just for once, can you actually just be polite to her?” Miguel gestured to the door “But, she is being so DIFFICULT”  Peter then comes beside him and softly says “gently Miguel, you’re spooking her..” Miguel groans and lowers his tone at the door “Will you come down for dinner ?” he closes his eyes hoping that she would say yes to this tone in his voice. “No!” Y/N says. 

Miguel’s eyes widened and his ears shot up in surprise and he gave a look pointing to the door as he tried to prove his point to the servants. Miles then says “suavemente y gentilmente…” 

Miguel then takes a deep breath and tries again, “It would give me a great pleasure, if you would come out and join me for dinner.” He looks up to the door slightly hoping that she would come out this time…although his temper is starting to boil. 

Jess coughs “COUGH- we say please- COUGH” 

Miguel rolls his eyes and softly says please

Y/N simply says “NO, THANK YOU !” Everyone watching the interaction watches in shock as they know he’s going to blow. 

Miguel then belts out “YOU CAN’T STAY IN THERE FOREVER”. 

Y/N on the other side of the door yells out “QUE SI!”

Miguel snarls and roars out “FINE THEN GO STARVE FOR ALL I CARE PINCHE DESGRACIADA”

He looks down to his servants “IF she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all” Miguel then growls out and runs off away to his room into the west wing. He opens the door annoyed and just grumbles to himself “I ask nicely but she refuses, like que quiere?? que yo hago? BEG ??” In a flurry of rage, he goes to a table where the enchanted rose is encased in a glass dome. Beside it is his magic mirror that was gifted by the enchantress. Miguel then grabs his magic mirror and looks into it “ensename la niña” 

The mirror then glows a greenish blue color and shows him y/n sitting in bed being comforted by Hobie. “Aww come on Dovie, the old bloke ain't so bad..” Y/N however was sitting in bed dejected and not too convinced. “I don’t want to though...I don’t even want to do anything with him!”  Miguel, shocked, puts down the mirror as he feels that same familiar feeling of hopelessness takes over his mind “who am I fooling…she’ll never see me as anything other than .... than a monster” he says as his voice shakes. He looks at the rose and sees a petal that slowly fell down and wither making the castle shake and crumble a bit.

“It’s hopeless…”

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

ANGRY SEX WITH CHARLES PLEASE IM B(p)EGGING

Another Lie || CL16

Warnings: Angst, smut, drug and alcohol use, unhealthy relationship WC: 2.2k

F1 Masterlist || Alessandro for those who haven't seen || Part Two

The club in the casino was at its busiest hour but you no longer saw all the people beneath the strobe lights or even heard the quick beats of the bass that could have been your heartbeat. Your focus was on the single tattoo you had spotted on the man leaving the VIP area where you were partying the night away.

How many people had a Ferrari-red Guido tattooed on their bicep?

You scanned the crowd again and spotted the man making his way to the exit. There was no doubt with his dark hair and short, shaped beard that it was Charles’ mechanic, Alessandro. You could only hope he didn’t recognise you from all the time you had spent in their garage.

You weren’t going to let thoughts of the team, and particularly their driver, ruin your night as you shaped another line of powder with your credit card and let it clear your mind.

You felt his entrance like an earthquake, invisible and dangerous. The moment he stepped into the nightclub a tremor rolled through the crowd and your eyes found the epicentre making his way to the VIP area.

You swallowed another shot as his shape came into focus and you licked the drop of alcohol on your lips as you found your voice. You were conscious of the coke coursing through your body and forced yourself to speak slowly as you tried to hide the evidence. “You’re meant to be in Italy.”

“Race was cancelled, don’t you read the news?” he bit back sharply, making you roll your eyes.

“If you’re here to be an asshole you can just fuck off.”

He bent down, his hand gripping the back of your chair as he blocked out the crowd behind him. With his face mere inches away from yours you were struck by the way his eyes caught the laser lights that danced around the room, and the scent of his cologne on his neck.

“What the fuck?” His hand caught your chin and tipped your head back so you were staring directly at the lights on the ceiling and he growled in the back of his throat. “Again?”

“You’re meant to be in Italy,” you reiterated.

“Then who were you planning to take care of you, huh?” he shoved your head away before standing at his full height and snapping his fingers. “We’re going.”

“I’m not yours anymore, Charles, you can’t order me around.”

His perfect white teeth glinted with his dark smile and he tugged you to your feet so quickly that you crashed into his chest where he held you tightly. “You’ll always be mine, even when you’re not.”

He grabbed your clutch from the table and picked up your credit card that was beside it, wiping off the white powder that cling to the edge. “You promised me no more.”

“And you promised me forever. Guess we both lied.”

The car ride was slow as Charles navigated the narrow streets of Monaco on a busy Saturday night. You didn’t want to go slow.

The purr of the engine reminded you of the long drives he would take you on along the coast, freeing the Pista from her urban cage and screaming down the winding highways.

“I don’t want to go home.”

Charles looked away from the road to see you staring longingly at the mountains beyond the city. “Where do you want to go?”

Your forehead rested on the cold glass and you moaned quietly at the refreshing touch on your burning skin. “Anywhere but there.”

Charles reached over and grazed his knuckles over your cheek to feel the heat radiating from them and sighed. Turning sharply, he gave into your request and drove away from your apartment, instead taking you to his new one - the one he had purchased after moving out.

There had been too many nights like this, where he came and saved you from yourself, and every time he said it was the last time. 

Every time it ended the same.

It started with an arm around your waist, steadying you as you climbed the stairs in towering heels. It started with his hand on your nape and his fingers digging into your skin, his cold palm chasing away the heat flashes that came with your high. It started with his voice, deep and melodic as he suggested changing into something more comfortable. 

It would end in his bed. It would end with your nails marking his skin and his teeth marking yours. It would end with sweaty limbs tangled between messy sheets as he replaced your high with another.

His touch wouldn’t be gentle like it had been back when you were in love, and his lips wouldn’t tease your skin with sweet kisses and whispered praises. No, this was weeks of ignoring the bond you still shared and the resentment that came with the inability to move on all coming to an explosive head.

“Is this what you do when I’m away? This dress barely covers your ass,” he growled as he stood behind you in the mirror and drew the zip down your back, letting the material slide down your body to pool on his bedroom floor. His fingers traced the thin strip of lace over your hip before following the design covering your pussy and he pushed it aside to feel how wet your body was for him. “Anyone could have seen what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours.” You squirmed as your needy tone betrayed your words and you felt his smirk on your shoulder as those green eyes pierced yours in the reflection. 

He didn’t need to correct you, he needed to own you. 

His teeth bit into your shoulder as he buried two fingers into your cunt and your cry softened to a moan as he licked the mark he left.

“Do I need to remind you again?” he taunted as he curled his fingers inside you to find the spot that left stars dancing around your vision. “Look at me.”

Your eyes snapped open at the order and you remembered why you fell so easily back into this toxic routine. Only he could challenge you and push you the way he did, only he could control you with a few short words. But only you could defy him.

His jaw ticked as you met his eyes and he saw you weren’t ready to back down, the drugs and alcohol in your system feeding your confidence. “Either fuck me or I’ll find someone else.”

Your legs almost buckled as he slapped his palm over your pussy and it was only his arm curled around your waist that kept you upright. “There is no one else for you. It’s just me. Comprendre?”

“You’re never here,” you said as you tipped your head back on his shoulder and looked up at him under your lashes. “And I get so lonely.”

His body disappeared as he stepped back and then you were on your back on his bed with the chandelier glittering above, a laugh bubbling from your lips as he pinned you beneath him. 

“What was that, bella?” He waited impatiently for you to answer, the French leaking into his words as much as the anger in his eyes. 

You rolled your hips against his thigh that kept your legs spread and moaned at the friction his jeans made with your lace panties. “Alessandro looked pretty hot tonight.”

You were playing with fire, but god did you love the burn. 

“Don’t you dare,” he growled as his thigh pressed forward and he grabbed your hands, pinning them to the pillows above your head so there was nothing to stop him from biting your ear lobe before promising, “I’m going to fuck you so stupid, you won’t even remember his name.”

Your head tipped back with defiance so you could see the potent mix of anger and desire dancing in his eyes. “Alessandro…”

Charles caught your chin in his hand and licked his lips as he shook his head. “Brat.” The word should have held venom but it was too soft and then he stole the air from your lungs with a demanding kiss before you could overthink it further. In fact, all thoughts were completely erased from you except for the one where you needed to feel more of his skin on you.

He broke the kiss for a fraction of a second so you could pull his shirt over his head before the harsh press of his lips were back against yours and his tongue forced your mouth to open wider for him. This was how it was with him in control and you taking everything he had to give. He was right, you did belong to him.

“Charles, please, fuck me,” you begged shamelessly as need for him washed away sense of reason.

A huff of irritation puffed from your lips as he stood up but when you saw it was to rid himself of his jeans you grinned in triumph. 

He smirked at the sight and crawled slowly, teasingly up your body with that wicked gleam in his eyes. “You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one.” In a second you were on your stomach as he flipped you over before pulling your hips up off the bed. “This is what you want, right?”

He gripped the lace panties with two hands and tore them off your body. Your back arched at the sudden rush of cool air to your cunt and he chuckled at your eagerness. 

“Why should I fuck you?” he asked as he fisted his cock and teased your slick entrance before pushing just the tip inside. You could do nothing as he held your hips positioned with his strong hands, your cunt desperately needing the rest of him to be buried deep inside. “Give me one good reason, bella.”

There was no mistaking the bite to his words now, the anger lacing each syllable as his fingers left their imprints on your skin. You knew what he wanted to hear, those magic words that would make him snap his hips forward with a possessive growl. 

“Because I’m yours,” you whispered to the sheets before you buried your face in them with a cry as he gave you all that you asked for and more. 

Your fingers searched blindly for anything to hold before he released your hips and laced his fingers over yours. “Mine,” he breathed down your neck as his body pressed you deeper into the soft sheets and the tension left your body as you felt safe under the weight. 

Your head was dizzy from the bacchanal night and you could hardly draw enough air into your lungs as a fine tremor began to spread across your body. The deep groan in your ear had your core clenching and when he licked the tender skin where he had bit you it was enough to tip you over the edge and into the spiralling blissfulness of release. 

“Yours,” you panted through the waves of pleasure that reached a new height when he marked you once more.

You could have left your body and floated right out of the room with the high you felt. But it all came crashing down when he pulled out and the warmth of his seed hit your lower back instead of filling you.

Charles released a shuddering breath as he sat back on his heels and smirked at the mess he made, the anger that usually faded after he came still lingered in his eyes. “Now you look like a whore.”

“Fuck you, Charles.” You rolled over and enjoyed the annoyed grimace on his face as you wiped his come on his sheets before getting up and swiping your dress from the floor.

“Where are you going? It’s 3am.”

“Anywhere you aren’t,” you muttered as you found what shreds remained of your panties and dropped the useless pieces of material back to the ground.

“Just come back to bed, I’ll take you home in the morning.”

You slipped your feet into your heels and grabbed your belongings as you made your way through his apartment. “No, this was a mistake. It’s always a fucking mistake, but this is the last time.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” he called out from the bathroom as he turned on the shower. “Stop being dramatic and let me clean you up.”

You heard the sounds of the water change and knew Charles had stepped under the rainfall shower head. You could already picture him combing his hair back with his fingers as he lathered up the personalised shampoo that was made just for him, the water running over his chest, and knew if you stepped foot in that bathroom there was only one way it ended.

“One last time,” you muttered under your breath as you kicked your heels off and placed your clutch with his car keys on the table next to the door. You slipped your dress off at the door to the bathroom and saw Charles’ silhouette opaque behind the steamed glass wall. “One last time,” you silently promised yourself before stepping in.

But it was another lie.

Click here for part two.

[giggly-squiggily]

Ok so im the person that asked for more +readers and when k seen u reply i was on cloud 9 but i did realize after i asked the question that i forgot some stuff that my bad. But i was asking for a fic and my prompt is zenitsu and tanjiro are trying to distract reader from doing something and they succeeded but not with out reader putting up a fight. How I imagine this is that it would be swich between zenitsu and tanjiro, and reader

Ooo, yes! This one is so cute! :D I've gotcha covered, anon!

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Your muscles ached, and a bead of sweat was rolling down your cheek, but you didn’t give up. You wouldn’t!

“Don’t give up, Tanjiro! Eyes on the prize!” Zenitsu called from your other side, looking between the two of you with wide anticipated eyes. “Oh man, it’s so close!”

“Not…for long…” Tanjiro grunted, leaning forward to put more leverage in his arm. You did the same, matching his strength. The two of you were having an arm wrestling contest; the prize being the Wisteria house specialty pudding. From what you’ve heard, there was only one left, fueling your determination to win.

“Give up! That pudding is mine!” You growled, your arm starting to shake from the force.

“Never!” Tanjiro declared back, sweating bullets as his arm started to lean.

“Oh no!” Zenitsu cried, reaching out and putting his arm over Tanjiro’s, steading it. It was absolutely cheating, but you weren’t worried.

“Don’t forget who my mentor is!” You cried. Putting in Gyomei’s work, you pushed back, forcing the lean once more. “Let me show you the power of the Earth Hashira’s Tsugoku!”

“AH! WE’RE GONNA LOSE!” Zenitsu wailed, realizing they were sinking. Tanjiro couldn’r respond, all his will put into keeping himself steady. “Tanjiro, we have to do it!”

Tanjiro shook his head, but another centimeter was lost, further pushing his arms to one side. With some reluctance, he nodded.

Zenitsu moved so fast you almost didn’t see him.

“Whatcha gonna do-AH!” You shot up with a yelp when fingers attacked your ribs, prodding at rapid pace and weakening your grip. Tanjiro could breath once more as your arms slowly returned to the center. “No fahahhahir! Stahhahahp thahahaht!”

“Never! Go, Tanjiro, go!” The blonde chanted as he tickled you relentlessly, weakening you with each prod and poke. It was like slow motion, the way your arm started to fall towards his side. “I got them!”

“Sorry, (Y/N), but the pudding is ours!” Tanjiro pushed more, your arm inches from the table. Looks like it was time for your own desperate measures.

“Nohohohoho way in hehehehell! Tahahahke this!” With a kick, you had your foot out, jabbing him in the belly rapidly. Tanjiro yelped, doubling over as your arms reset once more. “Hahahaha! I wihihiihn!”

“Ah! Ahehahahahha, (Y/N)!” The brunette squeaked, his free hand fighting off your foot while the other held strong. He tried to sneak in some tickles but you were far too fast. “Nohohohot thehehehere!”

“Yehhehes there! Cohoohhome here!” You reached behind you, managing to grab Zenitsu’s hip with a pinch. The blonde squawked as he shot back, freeing you from his clutches.

Once again your arms were on your side. Just one last push-

“AH! NOohohohooh, not the knehehehhehehehees!” You squealed when Tanjiro pulled your leg closer, leaning in so he could squeeze your knee. The loss of balance sent you both tumbling, arms disconnecting as the table was shifted. “Yohoohohohu jeheheheherk!”

“We got them! We got them, Tanj-AH!” Zenitsu squealed as he was yanked down beside you, your arms coming around his torso and squeezing every soft spot available. “AHHH AHHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! (Y/N), PLEHAHAHAHHAHASE!”

“Gohohohohotcha, you lihihiihihttle chehehhaater-OOF!” You yelped when Tanjiro’s body appeared, attacking your stomach and sides with new ferocity. “Oohohohoho hehehehehell nahahhhah! Geheheheht ohohohohohover heheheahhhar!”

“No way- EHEHE!” Tanjiro was dragged in, giggling as his thigh was grabbed. “Wahahhait, wahahhait- AHAHHA ZENEHEHEHN!”

“Tahhahhake thihihihihis!” Zenitsu cried, attempting to tickle you both. Before long, you three became a pile of laughter, prodding at each other's tickle spots until you couldn’t laugh anymore.

Just as quick as it came it ended. Gasping for breath, the three of you were sprawled out amongst the futons, giggly and flushed from the battle. “Ehehehe…whhoohooho won?” You asked, turning to the boys.

“Ahehehe…truuhuhuce?” Tanjiro offered. Zenitsu made a sleepy gesture in agreement, earning a soft giggle from both of you.

“Okay. We'll share the pudding.” You decided just as the door opened, Inosuke walking in carrying…

“Oi, did you guys fight without me?” Inosuke sounded as shocked as you felt, the prized pudding devoured by the boar himself! “No fair- I want to fight!”

“Oh, do you now?” Tanjiro sounded dangerous, his previous exhaustion fading away as he stood. Zenitsu looked equally enraged. “Did you hear that (Y/N)? Inosuke wants to fight. Shall we give him one?”

“Yes. Lets.” You grinned, cracking your knuckles as the Zenitsu grabbed the nearest pillow.

“Hhehehehehehe! BRING IT ON!” Inosuke charged, half eaten pudding left behind as the four of you attacked one another. Feathers flew and laughs were renewed.

Overall, it was a great night.

Thanks for reading!

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Unexpected visitors

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader, Steve harrington x reader, Billy hargrove x reader

Mentions: cursing, comfort, minor injuries, happy ending

Someone shows up at 3am

This is part of the home for wayward souls series

I may make a part 2 to this if y’all are interested

You grumbles as you climbed out of bed pulling on your robe to go answer the door as your walking down the hallway you catch a glimpse of the clock that reads 2:30am “Jesus who’s knocking at this fucking hour” you groan and turn on your living room lamp before opening the door “what do you-“ you begin yelling only to soften when you see max standing there “max what’re you-“ you stop when you notice she’s crying her tough girl persona dropped “oh sweetpea” you usher her inside taking off your robe to wrap her in “have a seat I’ll be right back” she just nods and sniffles as she sits down

You grab the first aid kit, and something hot to drink as well as a small snack for the redhead who’s now curled up on your couch tucked away in the farthest corner. You can’t help but feel your heart break at the sight “max” you say softly kneeling in front of her “what happened how’d you get here?” You take her hands gently looking them over for any signs of a fight concerned at the fact a 14 year old is walking by herself through the sketchy parts of town “I walked” she mumbles barely audible still clutching your robe “sweetpea it’s 2:30 in the morning why are you out this late” you ask with nothing but concern as you look over face for any signs of a fight again taking in the cut on her cheek bone and slight bruising around her eye “I didn’t know where else to go” she whispers brokenly looking up at you with wide tired eyes.

You take a deep breath and keep your calm as you begin cleaning her up “well I’m glad you came here instead of someone else’s place” you blow gently on the cut on her cheek so it doesn’t burn so bad after the alcohol wipe “what happened?” You question as you hand her the warm drink then begin to clean up “Neil came home drunk he’s been doing it a lot since Billy left” she began wiping the tears that began falling again “he took it out on my mom this time” you can only imagine what happened “I tried to defend her” she finishes to tired to go into detail you just nod and frown “okay then sweetpea I’m gonna go grab you some clothes then you can go take a warm shower how does that sound” you give her a small smile as she nods and starts to get up “just leave your dirty clothes on the floor I’ll come get them later”

You lay some of your old clothes that don’t fit anymore on the bathroom counter for her as well as some warm towels you had tossed in the dryer “call me if you need anything” you ruffle her hair gently then bonk your forehead against hers before closing the bathroom door behind you.

“What a fucking coward” you growl as you begin making the pull out couch bed for her to sleep in “hitting a little girl what a piece of shit” your to caught up in your rage cleaning to hear Billy and Steve walk up behind you “sunshine?” Steve calls tentatively flinching back when you turn sharply to him “shit I’m sorry Stevie” you calm down and take a deep breath as you squeeze past them to grab some blankets from the closet “who’s in the shower honey?” Billy questions looking towards the closed bathroom door “Max is” Billy looks at you surprised “max? What’s she doin here it’s like 3am?” He helps you grab one of the heavier blankets tossing it on the pull out bed “Neil hit her im guessing” you bite your lip shaking your head so you don’t have to think about it again “he what?!” Steve pretty much shouts “cool it momma bear we need to stay calm for her we will handle it in the morning” you whisper sternly as you hear the water shut off

When max comes shuffling out in one of your shirts and some pajama pants she’s surprised to see Billy and Steve standing behind you worried looks on their faces “are you okay” Steve questions arms crossed over his chest “I’m fine Steve I’m just tired is all” Max mumbles as she shuffles to you handing you her dirty clothes “why don’t you go get some rest hm?” You help her to bed tucking her in even though she insists she can do it herself but doesn’t stop you “goodnight max we love you” you press a soft kiss to her forehead as you flick off the lamp the boys following you to your room

Billy had been silent the whole time thinking about Neil hitting a defenseless Max I mean max wasn’t his favorite person but no kid deserves to be hit for defending a parent “what if Neil shows up?” Steve questions as he flops down on your bed “we will handle it accordingly “ you stare calmly “and by accordingly you mean??” Billy questions raising a brow his arms uncrossing “I’ll call hopper or I’ll whoop his ass plain and simple he doesn’t he get to just lay his hands on a little girl and think he can just come get her the next morning” you rubs your eyes feeling the tiredness catching up to you “so that means she’ll be staying with us a couple of days until this is sorted” they both nod

Once the two boys had left your room and you were comfortable under your blankets you heard your door creak open “Billy?“ no reply “Steve?” No reply, it couldn’t be Eddie he was on tour with the band “Max?” You sit up your eyes adjusting to the dark seeing the girl standing by the door arms wrapped around yourself “I know it’s silly” she whispered “but can I sleep with you tonight” she shuffles to the edge of your bed arms wrapped around herself “of course you can sweetpea” you scoot over allowing her to climb in and get comfortable while you pet her head humming softly to soothe her “get some rest I won’t let anything happen to you I promise” you whisper smiling as she slips into a peaceful sleep.

[brinxxxx]

A Bang Chan FF (content warning 18+!!) (smut)

Whipped for you:

Chapter 4: Little Sub

Y/N POV:

Jesus Christ that was a very close call. What the fuck was I thinking! The man's soon to be married and I'm letting myself slip into a delulu spell. God no. I need to stay focus. I need to plan ahead and....oh god. I need to see him again tonight! God I hope his fiancé isn't pissed.

I go back to my little desk and finish the work I was wanting to but. But every 10 minutes I kept getting message alerts from Mr Bang. Some saying " we have a meeting in 3 hours. Here is the details."

To " ;) see you 2nite :p"

I swear he's a child. I ignore them but every message was giving me flashbacks to his office. The tight bulge in his trousers, the growls and moans, call himself daddy. The whole thing was insane and enchanting. I didn't want it to end but I'm glad it did. Reality is he isn't mine to play with like that it's not fair on him or his soon to be wife. What was I thinking.

Time skiiiip to 3 hours later.

I was about to get ready to go home until I forgot Mr Bang wanted to have a meeting! Oh shit. I run down to corridor and knock lightly at his door. "Come in miss Y/N"

I opened the door thinking other staff would be there but no. Alas. It's just me and him. Again. I had sudden flash backs of our encounter today and I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together. Fuck.

He looks at me up and down "are you going to take a seat or are we standing?"

I bow and sit down. "How can I help Mr Bang?"

"Miss Y/N I've told you. Call me chan. It's just me and you. Relax. You're not in trouble. I just wanted to give you the plan for tonight's dinner. That's all."

I nod and keep quiet trying to forget the images and sounds going around in my head with my legs tightly clutched shut. Trying to suppress the sensation for now. "So I'll pick you up at 8 as agreed we will get to the restaurant with the other boss's including JYP himself is joining us. There's a karaoke bar as well we are attending to so now ducked ie spect you singing and dancing with us. Let your hair down and relax. I've given you the day off tomorrow so let loose. Got that?"

"Yes mr Bang..."

I wanted to test the waters see what he would do if I didn't call him Chan.

"Babygirl. Stop disobeying me. That's not how this works. Now go home and I'll seeyou at 8"

"Yes Mr Bang...see you later"

"You'll be punished if you keep this up miss Y/N!"

I ran out the door as quickly as possible. I got in my car drove off and before I knew it was home. Thank the lord. I run upstairs, undress and run a bath. In the meantime I allow those images flash through my mind, his moans and growling loud and clear. I decided as it's safe in my own home to release the tension that was built up all day.

I grab my vibrator and go to town with it. Get it out as much as I can before seeing him again. I need to contains my urges and fantasies. This is the best way to cope. As I was in the middle of a heated mess my phone goes. I ignore it as it was my work phone. I'm off duty if they need me badly they can call on my own phone.

They did. It was Mr Bang. I take this opportunity to listen to him as a use to get my high.

"H-Hello Mr Bang...?"

"Oh Miss Y/N. When are you eve going to Learn haha. It's Chan. I was just calling to *hears vibrating noises and a slight whimper.*

Miss Y/N am I interrupting something? Are you okay?"

"Oh y-yes. I'm okay. Just watching...TV"

*bath running water echoing in the phone*

"Continue sir"

"Oh, uh...yes erm im calling to ask why you left your belongings in the office? Didn't you need them to go home?" *vibrating noises continue along with small whinpers*

"Oh-h, Sh-shit. I didn't realise I left my bag. Just bring it to the dinner I'll g-geeeet it there. See you at 8!"

I hang up. That was a close call. I stop what I'm doing and gather my things for the bath. I couldn't concentrate to reach mt high but a bath will help with that. As I'm about to enter the bath my door goes. I run down stairs with a towel wrapped round me and open the door to see...Mr Bang.

"Oh! Miss y/n! I was interrupting something. Clearly. Look here's your bag I pass your place on my way home so it just made sense to do it now than later."

God he's so hot. I feel a little vulnerable the fact I only have a towel wrapped around me whil he looks like he could rip it off me just makes me weak ass.

I lightly bite my lip and look him up and down. Again testing the waters. Just for my own fun. Not for him. "It's okay Channie. I'm just going for a long hot bath. Just to relax before a very sociable evening. Thank you for the bag. I would

Offer you to come in but think that would be a step too far in the wrong direction"

He steps closer to me. He lifts my chin up "what's wrong with me coming...in.? May I?"

I'm so whipped for him fuck sake. I let him in and get him seated in the couch. "Let me get dressed and we can chat okay...?"

"Orrrr you can just sit in chat. I don't  miss Y/N"

"Sir. Not being funny but I'm but ass naked. That isn't very professional of me. And just call me y/n if I'm calling you chan"

He leans closer to me. His eyes full of mischief yet they are soft. "We aren't professional babygirl. Don't think I didn't hear you on the phone call or In my office today...you're not very subtle now are you?"

Shit. I look down embarrassed to even look at him now. What do I do. "I'm not sure what you're talking about..."

"I know you do, don't lie to me. I see the way you look at me. Trust me."

He tilts my head up and softly kisses me. He let out a little whimper signalling he wanted me to kiss him back. I can't do that right? He's engaged.

My impulses take over and I grab him closer kissing him back a little rougher than he intended. I lie back on the couch with him ontop of me. He breaks out kiss "god your so beautiful Y/N. You've got me trapped"

"Channie. I need to get ready"

"I can help you if you want..."

*Chan's phone rings*

"Hey babe are you still at work?"

I kept quiet. Sunshade of guilt started to form in my pit. I can't do this with him. It's selfish. He's in a relationship and I'm n the middle

Of it all. "I'll see you soon okay bye bye"

"Chan you should go. I'll see you tonight. I think it's best we don't do this. You have a fiancé. That ain't fair on her. Please leave. I'll see you at 8."

"It's okay Y/N it's not what you th..."

"Mr Bang. Please."

He got up and left. I don't know why I just started balling my eyes out. I think back and decide if I can't have him the maybe I can show him what's he'll be missing. Can still have fun and tease him whilst I can...right?

[dreaming-of-lu]

Hi! you are so talented with both writing and your art!! can i request warriors, hyrule, and legend with a s/o that doesnt do well with blood? im queasy as hell so as much as i love these boys just imagining being there while they stab something in a fight... id probably just stand there and be like 🫠👍 "logging off now" lmfao a girl can still dream right? 🤣

A/N: Well, ain’t you just sweet! Thank ya doll for such kind words and for also being patient! Pretty much tellin’ them it’s nap time.

Tw: blood

Warriors

"Shit!" Warriors hissed as he jumped back, cupping his arm tightly. The lizalfos raised its spear again, throwing it wildly around with no precision other than to lay another strike upon him. Warriors growled, twisting himself left and right before going for the opening that left the lizalfos defenseless. It fell with a sharp screech, disappearing in a puff of purple smoke, leaving behind a rupee.

"Finally," Warriors panted, "shoddy bastard." He flung the remaining guts off of the sword, swinging the sword around and placing it back into its scabbard.

"Warriors!" He looked up to see you running toward him, "Are you a-"

His brows furrowed as you came to a halt, staring wide-eyed at something. He snaps his fingers in front of you to garner your attention back onto him; a small nervous chuckle leaves your lips.

"Plot twist," your eyes rolled up to the back of your head, tittering dangerously backward to the ground. Warriors exclaim in worry, quickly grabbing your wrist and slinging his arm around your waist. He hissed as the pressure of your body pressed into his injured arm; he looked down at his arm, and the realization kicked in. His sleeve sliced in half, the wound seeping blood into the green cloth, dying the color into a murky brown.

Ah, that's right.

"Shite."

Hyrule

Hyrule lifted his head from his hand when he heard your pitiful groans; quietly as he could, he wandered over to your bedside, cupping your hand in his.

"W-What happened," you croaked.

Hyrule grimaced,

"Well,"

Hyrule was panicking, pressing against the wound to keep more blood from escaping. He couldn't heal when the group still needed him in this fight. He needed someone quick and willing to aid him with the wound, shifting his eyes around to see who wasn't in a battle. They landed on your form, watching you quickly finish off a bokoblin before shouting your name. You turned around and sprinted toward him, sliding on your knees at the end.

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to- WHOA!" Hyrule's hands flung up to catch you, smearing his blood on the sleeves of your undershirt. Panic tenfolds as you conked out in his arms, face pale and void of color.

"Oh no," you moaned, "I passed out at the worst time, and that's so embarrassing! In the middle of a battle? Rulie, quit laughing!"

Hyrule snickered underneath his hands before calming himself,

"It's alright; sometimes we have those types of problems."

Legend

"Please do not pass out," Legend weakly pleaded as he held the side of his head, feeling lightheaded as everything became painful. You stared at him wide-eyed, slack-jawed, watching in terror as the blood trickled down his palm and the side of his face. He winces, feeling the sharp pain wrack through his skull, grunting in agony when the pain becomes sharper.

"Love," he grunts, "go get Hyrule or anyone in the group close by, okay? Can you do that for me?"

"Legend," you whimpered,

"Go! Quickly before either of us pass out on each other!" He hissed, clutching his head tighter and closing his eyes. He heard your footsteps lessen, or he might've been imagining it when he opened them again to see he was in a room. He heaves a heavy breath of relief at the sight of the barren walls.

"Oh good! You're up," Legend looks over to see Four standing in front of him, "I'm going to get Hyrule, don't move."

"Where's," Legend trailed off; Four gestures towards the left of him, the sight of you snoring away into the pillow next to him soothed the ache he still felt. Gone was the paleness, the color of your cheeks relieved him.

‘Guess it wasn’t a dream at all,’ Legend thought.

“They passed out as soon as we got here." Four chuckles. Legend huffs through his nose,

"I'll be right back," Legend waves limply at Four, soft eyes never leaving your form.

[hermanunworthy]

Hi, there, Siren, hope you're doing well! If you're still taking dndads ship requests, how about maybe 35 for Cheerkicks/Oakli (not entirely sure on the name here, but. Link and Normal. You get it), please? Feeling in a silly rarepair mood today hehe 💚💚💚

Bullet Holes and Acne Scars (and Other Wounds to Heal)

35. kissing their bruises and scars

from the touch prompts list!

I WAITED A MONTH TO START ON THIS HELP 😭 trust me though ive been so excited about this one, oakicks makes me ill /pos (and also im glad i waited bc i got to use the latest episode as context for this scene!)

cw: violence (including gun violence), blood and injury

also on ao3!

Normal never would’ve taken Lincoln as a fighter, at first.

Ever since they were young, Lincoln has been timid, uptight, the type to go rigid if you get too close to him. Or maybe that’s just in Normal’s case. They’re working on it, though. He thinks. He hopes.

He never would've thought that the sweet kid he used to see kicking rocks in the corner or a soccer ball on a field would one day be kicking FBI agents and military soldiers on the battlefield. With the force of a beast.

Normal thinks he understands, now, why Lincoln’s dads tried to shelter their son so much.

But he also thinks he understands, as he’s too distracted looking at Lincoln to succeed at the spell he’s currently casting, the way he feels. He may not understand what it’s like to be unconditionally loved by his parents (something that arouses a deeply-rooted feeling of envy in him towards his friend, but that’s another thing he’s working on), but he understands what it’s like to feel pressured by his parents. And he thinks, in their own loving way, Lincoln’s dads have pressured him too much. And this is his release. His rebellion. Like a caged animal set free.

And Normal does believe he deserves this. However. It also concerns him greatly.

Because the paladin is moving so quickly, so aggressively, and the cleric is barely able to even keep an eye on him but it sounds like he's breathing heavily and at one point he thinks he catches a glimmer of something in his eye. And it all keeps distracting him from helping out in the battle himself.

Normal just narrowly avoids another incoming attack. Focus, Normal, fucking focus! He shakes his head, his heart pounding irregularly in his chest, trying to pay attention to anything other than Lincoln, Lincoln, is Lincoln okay—

“Norm!” Scary’s voice calls from a ways away, blasting a fireball directly into a man’s face. “Taylor could use your help!”

“No, I—!” Taylor immediately snaps back from where he stands off, holding a soldier back with their weapons clashed. “Uh, I mean… Yeah! Normie! We need you!”

Normal leaps straight into action, fueled by his friends’ words and ready to defend them, but realizes while he’s charging his spell just what’s going on. Something burns within him, something that has settled deep within his veins and has been repeatedly threatening to burst through these days. Do you really need my help, or do you just want to feel better about being such a dick to me lately?

His spell fizzles out in failure again, and he clutches his head and growls to himself. Lincoln, get out of my damn head!

“Norm— Augh!” Scary, in her distraction, takes a blunt melee attack to the head, knocking her down.

Taylor swivels around with a slash to his opponent to face Scary’s assailant. “What the hell?!” He jabs his sword toward the FBI agent. “Normal! What’s with the weaksauce spells?”

The blood is roaring in Normal’s ears so loudly that he can't even hear himself stuttering. He dizzily looks between Scary on the ground, Taylor standing off against the agent, and Lincoln, off in the distance, surrounded by soldiers. He's paralyzed. His lungs feel compressed tightly in his chest, and not even the strong emotion shooting through his blood is enough to awaken any magic.

Scary, thank the metaphorical heavens and not the godawful place they all visited earlier, manages to make it back onto her feet, but not without great effort. “You're—” She coughs. “You're good, Norm, you're good.”

The squeezing feeling in Normal’s chest somehow worsens. Stop it, don't say that. Why am I even here? I'm no help at all!

He stumbles backwards, and his back bumps into somebody. Before he can turn around to face them, a pair of burly arms are slung around his neck. Already short of breath, the cleric is easy to choke out, and his hands fly up to scratch at their sleeves. Panicking, he looks to Taylor, the closest nearby person, and cries out, “Help!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Taylor drops what he’s doing and, like a true hero, blindly sprints over to slice the back of Normal’s attacker. The arms release him from the chokehold, and he falls to the ground, heaving for air.

But he isn't able to recover for long, because somebody is yanking him back up by his collar. He braces himself this time, but finds himself face-to-face with Taylor. His expression is twisted in anger, the way he looked at him the last time they argued.

“What the fuck was that, dude?! You can't even use a spell to help me, but you can use me to help you?” He shoves him, nearly toppling him back to the ground.

He… I used a Command on Taylor, didn't I? He didn't even realize. It was just instinct, of course he wouldn't just use his friend like that…

You only ever want to help yourself, a familiar voice scolds him in his head.

“Taylor, quit it, he’s already been…!” Scary is beginning to argue with him now, but Normal can't even pay attention to that anymore.

Lincoln is now fighting Agent Shmegan.

The man is trying to resist his attacks, shielding his body with his arms and trying to talk to him, but the paladin will not let up. “Kid, if you could just— You're making this harder than it needs to be, we just want—”

“I don't care what you want!” Lincoln roars, the first words Normal has heard him say during this entire fight. “I'm not going to listen to you anymore! I hate you adults! Fuck you!” He kicks him again, and again, and he's starting to lose his momentum with each swing but he refuses to give up. “Fuck you! Fuck you!”

Normal knows Lincoln has a history with this man, but he also can tell that this is not just about him and Taylor’s kidnapping.

“Li-Wilson— Please just get a hold of yourself and your friends—” Schmegan orders through grunts of pain. Normal knows Lincoln has been training hard to perfect his soccer kicks, so that can't feel good to take.

“Shut up! That’s Mr. Kicks to you!” The soccer player utilizes a swift kick to the crotch as emphasis.

While the FBI agent is finally doubled over in pain, unable to make any more demands, Lincoln’s body heaves with effort. He looks like he’s preparing another kick, but he’s cut short when a loud gunshot fires out, and he stumbles backwards.

“Link!” Normal shrieks, his body finally allowing him to move again, and he dives over to where his friend has fallen. As he gets close, it becomes apparent to him that Lincoln is crying, and he’s crying hard.

“Sir, let's get out of here.” Another agent, holding the gun used to shoot Lincoln, rushes over to Shmegan’s aid, helping him to lean on his shoulder and escort him back to their helicopter. “Freeman kept us from capturing the King, but we have him and his buddies as hostages for later. We need to retreat for now.”

Shmegan’s face contorts in pain and anger. “That better include Wilson. I have some words for that man about his son.”

The other agent chuckles wryly. “Oh, yes, sir. He’s been incapacitated since the fight began.” He looks down at where Lincoln sits, with no sense of remorse. “Seems we’re not the only ones disturbed by that kid’s violence.”

Normal is crouched by Lincoln’s side, trembling just as bad as he is. “Link, it’s Normal. Normal’s here.” God, that must be the least comforting thing he could hear right now. He must be the last person he wants to help him.

Normal’s hands are on Lincoln’s hands. Lincoln’s hands are on his knee. Lincoln’s blood is on his hands, on his knee, on his clothes, on the ground…

“Dad,” Lincoln sobs weakly. “Dad.”

All of Lincoln’s fight has left him. Now he’s just a scared, powerless little kid.

And so is Normal, now that he’s drained of magic. He can't cast any more spells. He used the last one to help himself. He can't heal his friend. And dear god, Lincoln’s still crying for his dad. But Grant has been captured. And so have the rest of their dads, it sounds.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!

He presses down harder on the wound, but he can't tell if it’s even helping to stop the bleeding, or if it’s just him trying to squeeze Lincoln’s hands to help himself calm down. God fucking damn it, I'm so selfish, even as my friend is sitting here with an actual bullet wound… Can’t do shit for him…

He dares to look back up at Lincoln’s face, and finds it even worse to look at than all the blood. His eyes are scrunched up, leaking a river of tears down his face, his lips quivering with each shaking breath. It reminds him of when he got to see this boy as a baby, and how he promised him that it was going to be alright. He has to make this alright again, if it’s the last thing he does.

With one hand still pressing against his knee, Normal uses the other one to carefully lean forward and stroke his cheek again, wiping away some of his tears.

Lincoln opens his eyes, and when they meet Normal’s it’s clear that they are bloodshot and unfocused. “D-Dad…” he still whimpers. “Help…”

It hurts, knowing that he doesn't want Normal, but he tries to put himself in his shoes. What would I want from my dad, if I were him?

He knows Grant wouldn't know any healing spells. But he does know that he was very tender and affectionate with his son. He seems like he’s very gentle in how he cares for him, like he feels like his own dad has the potential to be.

He knows what he wanted his dad to do for him when he got hurt when he was younger. Grant seems like the type to care unconditionally, though. So, unlike his own dad, he ignores the disturbing and gross nature of this situation, and with all the love (and lack of magic) in his heart, he presses his lips lovingly against Lincoln’s knee as if it was simply the scraped knee of a child.

Lincoln gasps at the feeling, and Normal instantly regrets it, feeling like an utter idiot, He has an literal hole in his knee, I can't just kiss it better, this must be hurting him so bad—

“Normal,” Lincoln chokes at last. He grabs one of his friend’s hands and squeezes it with enough strength to break him. “Normal.”

The cleric lets out a squeak from the strong grip, but watches as a golden light begins to slowly, slowly glow from underneath the paladin’s other hand, which is still on his knee. He’s casting Lay on Hands on himself. Oh, Normal didn't even think about the fact that Lincoln hasn't been using any magic, so he probably could've…

But no, Lincoln wasn't able to help himself before, was he? It wasn't until Normal kissed him that that something in his eyes cleared, like a fog being lifted. Did Normal actually help? Or is he just being selfish, just taking credit for something that had nothing to do with—

“Thank you, Normal,” Lincoln breathes. The words he’s been wanting to hear all this time. Normal’s heart squeezes at the sound.

“Did you…” Normal’s own voice feels thick in his throat, and he realized just then that he has tears dripping down his face as well. “Did you even realize what you were doing? How hard you were fighting?”

More tears begin to roll down Lincoln’s cheeks. “It… There was no pain… At first… Only anger…”

He squeezes his friend’s hand back, but it’s not nearly as strong. Not as strong as Lincoln, never. “I was so worried, it felt like losing you…”

Lincoln’s face crumples again, and Normal can hardly bear to look at it. “Normal…”

His eyes wander over Lincoln’s body, realizing that there are other spots of blood not just from the gunshot. All sorts of cuts and bruises, all of which look very painful, but Lincoln hasn't acknowledged any of them. That “zone” that he seems to get into, that rush of adrenaline, that thrill of violence, must be a very, very dangerous place for him to be in. He never wants to lose his friend to that darkness again.

So he shows him the light. He leans in close to each wound, trailing the gentlest of kisses over the dark spots on his legs and the nasty gashes on his arms, never once shying away from the blood or the hair or the sweat or the filth because it's all normal to him, and even though he knows it's selfish to give Lincoln what he wants for himself, he wants to love Lincoln like he’s perfectly new.

“Normal,” is all Lincoln can say now, through his continued crying. “Normal, Normal…” The way he’s whimpering his name, like a prayer upon his lips, only fuels him further, the way it feels to have replenished magic surging through his veins.

It isn't until he gets tugged away by his hair that he realizes he should probably stop. But Lincoln's hand doesn’t move from the back of his head, and when he looks up at him, Lincoln just stares back, his pupils wide. “Normal,” he whispers again.

Lincoln’s gaze is roaming over his face, and especially over the blood drying on his mouth. Normal can taste it, he realizes self-consciously.

“How can you still be so nice to me?” His eyes shine with a horrible, heart-wrenching guilt, a guilt that Normal can feel himself as he fights the overwhelming need to kiss the one little cut that he missed, the one he’s been avoiding, because he knows it would be too selfish of him.

The one on his lip.

“I'm… so sorry.” Lincoln’s fingers loosen in his hair, but Normal still leans his head into his hand before he can decide to let go entirely. “For how I've… I've been so…”

“It's okay, Link,” Normal murmurs, even though he doesn't know if it's true. It’s just hard to focus on the long-term pain this boy has caused him when said boy is caressing the back of his neck so delicately that it makes him melt.

“No. You're my friend. You're my husband.” The certainty with which he says it brings Normal a shiver. “I need to make it up to you.”

This time, Lincoln is the one leaning forward. Normal freezes up, his face flushing red as his husband’s lips land on his cheek.

But Normal doesn't understand. He doesn't need healing, he doesn't have any scars. Not on the outside, anyway.

Is he… kissing my tears away?

Another kiss. And another. Each touch of his lips to his face leaves him with a feeling of warmth and light. Lincoln even reaches with his bloody hands to brush the sweaty hair sticking to Normal’s skin out of the way, and begins to leave kisses on his forehead as well.

Oh. He’s kissing his acne scars.

More tears run down where Lincoln has kissed. Nobody has ever… He's always been told that he's gross, that his acne is a problem, something to be ashamed of. He has spent countless hours staring at himself in the mirror, popping pimples and picking at scabs (despite his sister’s warnings), wondering why he has to look like this and if anyone could ever love him like this. His parents would never do something like this for him.

But Lincoln is. Lincoln, the one he’s been trying to win over for years. Lincoln, the kid he always wanted to play with but wasn't allowed to. Lincoln, the friend who always seemed to shut him down no matter how hard he tried to love him. That same guy is here, sitting on the ground in literal Hell, a bullet in his knee and blood on his clothes, his fingers curling in his greasy hair and his lips kissing his pockmarked face.

“I'm sorry,” Lincoln whispers tearfully against his skin. “Thank you for… for being my friend. For being you.”

As he pulls back, Normal pushes forward, resting his forehead against Lincoln’s. “I love you,” he sighs, selfishly but honestly. He hopes it brings Lincoln as much catharsis as it does him.

Lincoln glances up from where his eyes sat downcast at the blood on the ground, to stare into his husband’s eyes. His hand on Normal’s neck drifts to his jaw. Eyes still glittering sadly, he offers a smile, but the stretching of his lips opens his cut and makes him wince away in pain.

Normal reaches forward with a careful hand, and catches Lincoln’s chin. He really hopes this isn't going too far, too fast, too bold, like he always seems to be going without realizing it. “Let me…?” He can't even finish the question, can't bear another rejection.

But Lincoln beats him to it, kisses him first, kisses him better. Cradles him with such love and care that you’d think he’s the one being nursed back to health.

And it is undoubtedly healing. Something Normal has needed for a long time. Something that tastes like blood and grime and filth, something that tastes so normal and familiar that it feels like coming home. Feels like being blessed by an angel visiting Hell.

After all, Normal always thought Lincoln was more of a lover than a fighter.

[the-admin-but-dumber]

Soren Faces Consequences

See how I laugh at you! You’ll never understand, no you’ll never understand, no you’ll never ever ever understand.. See how I run from you... No I’ll never understand, no I’ll never understand, No I’ll never ever ever understand... WARNING! The below short story contains violence.

This wasn’t possible!  Soren took a step back, horrified gaze casted up at the scaled beast looming over him. The dragon was dead, he killed it!.. Or.. Poofed it away. This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be real, it shouldn’t be.. The dragon turned its head down, plooms of smoke rise from its nostrils, its gaping maw glowing with a dangerous purple flame. Soren raises his arms with a gasp, closing his eyes in preparation for impact.   The flame flies past his head, lighting the endstone behind him aflame in a ring. He was trapped with the beast that snarled towards him, approaching with rumbling footsteps. Soren yelps, stumbling backwards until he was practically brushing backs with the purple flame that raored behind.   “Soren The Architect.”     Soren’s blood grows cold as his voice is growled from the beasts jaws, it echoes, the voices of thousands merges together into a haunting melody. The endermen inhabiting the end screech and scream at the dragon’s appearance, linging outside the ring of flames with their jaws agape.     “Ho-..H.. How do you Know m-..My- My name...?”   He manages to choke out in response, the dragons chuffs, blowing a plume of smoke into his face that causes him to fall back onto his arse. The flames crackle and burn only inches away, the heat burning the back of his curly hair.   “I am the admin, Soren.. I know all, I know what you are, and what you’ve done!”   A large clawed hand slams into the stone right beside Soren, the architect letting out a wail of panic and leaning backwards. The beasts head leans down, hovering only inches from his, he can smell the sour stench of smoke and ash in his nostrils. He heaves, the smoke filling his lungs and leaving again.    The Admin?... Admins didn’t exist, book after book he’s read, they weren’t real! And yet he managed to make such a fatal mistake one was at his footstep, with a look that rang the alarm to run as fast as he could.    “You slaughtered Jean, my dear mother’s beloved pet... Blinked her out of existance with a power that wasn’t yours, stole her egg and left it to die in the overworld’s air... And for what... Fame?” Soren stammers pathetically, babbling out apologies as he tries to sit up, the beast pulling its head back with a disgusted grunt. “I’m sorry! Truly, We didn’t mean to misuse the Command Block! We just got out of hand with it, we never meant the harm we caused, they apologized!”    The man pleads, in and instant an enraged roar leaves the beast and he’s thrown to the side, through the flames into the endstone, the dragon trailing after him with steps that rock the island beneath them. The endermen rush to attack, back are merely shoved aside by the beast’s tail, teeth bared it shoves Soren into the stone, clawed paw pressing into his chest. It’s claws pierces his armour, green eyes tearing through what little courage Soren still had.  “THEY APOLOGIZED BUT YOU DID NOT, SOREN THE ARCHITECT. YOU ARE SELFISH, YOU DESTROYED THE DIMENSION I CARED FOR AND MURDERED ITS HEIR.”    It bellows loud in his ear and he cries out in horror, grabbing into one of the dragon’s claws to try and pry the object out from his armour. He wheezed, the dragon’s crushing weight putting pressure on his ribs and lungs. His face goes red, his breathing growing heavy as his head spun. His hearts going down quickly...   And then it lets go, leaving Soren gasping for breath and clutching his chest with unsteady heaves.   “Im sorry! I was just a boy, I was young, I couldn’t have known better! Please you must believe me!” “But you did know that the command block’s power was not to be used, it was to be ‘kept hidden’. And yet you didn’t, you used it for your selfish human greed, created weapons and armour no one could have dreamed of overpowering, gave yourself the materials to ruinthe fortress and turn it into your sorting machine.”    Soren looks into the dragon’s eyes, they burn through his pride, destroy every piece of self worth he claimed to have. Its growls vibrate in the end’s air, its rings in his ears.    It steps towards him, the stone cracking under its weight as its flops onto the ground, tail creating a ring around the two. Soren stands up after a moment, quick breaths causing his lungs to burn and his chest to tighten. His eyes doesn’t leave the beasts’ flaming maw, clouds of smoke raise into the air. “You wanted to play god, so now you will. You want to prove you’re innocent? Now you’ll do as I say and as I say alone, if you don’t want to pay for the lives you took with your own, that is..” Soren swallows, the beast sits itself upwards and holds out a clawed hand and within a egg forms into existence. it glows brighter than the one in the overworld, it’s cracks pulsing like a heart beast. It’s alive.. Soren makes a face, looking up to .. ‘The Admin’, confused. He opens his mouth, but it snarls at him to shut up, and so he does. Only staring at the beast and its newly created egg, a sense of dread dropping into the pit of his stomach. Guilt comes in, the other’s words ringing in his head, it stuns him in place. Though it seemed he didn’t have anywhere to go even if he chose to run, hoards of enraged endermen surround them, their shrieks greatly overpowered by the admin’s booming voice. “Ye- yes.. Yes, Mr admin... Sir.” “You will raise this creature, you will stay imprisoned in this dimension until it hatches and the heir is born. You will be responsible for this child as you killed the first, you will recapture the end just as you have freed it.”  “But I- I can’t do that, no no no that just won’t do! The endermen, they’re be under.. ‘it’s’ control again! The end’s been free for so long I cannot simply imprison it again!” “You do as I say Soren, that is the deal! You will raise this chick and free it into the end, or I will tear you apart and hatch it myself/”   It roars and Soren is forced to cover his ears, he trembles stepping away from the dragon masked admin with a quick nod. He babbles out incoherent sentences, but eventually settles with giving yet another, firmer nod.    The beast almost grins, showing off its toothy maw to the architect as if it were threatening him. It raised a claw, placing it just under his chin and tilting his head up to look into its eyes that soften with a sickly malice glinting in its eyes. “Good, now raise your hand, boy.”   He does as told, fearing the punishment for not doing as such would belosing them. The egg is dropped into his hands soon after, the weight nearly making him collapse as his knees tremble under him. He huffs, hoisting it up closer to his chest and he looks up to the beast that was now standing. It’s scales almost glow... They are glowing!    Soren closes his eyes to escape the light, blinking moments later to be met with a relatively tall woman, he stumbles backwards with a careful hand placed under the egg to prevent dropping it.     The woman approaches him with a coy smile, dressed in green and white armour, her hair hanging past her shoulders. She definitely didn’t look human, her very presence radiating a power similarly to what he’d melt with the command block. “I will return in six months when this egg is to hatch, if I find out you have left it to die yet again i will not make the rest of your days merciful.”     “Six months! I willbe trapped in this world for six months??”   Soren’s mouth gapes as he trails after the admin, tensing when she’d lifted up into the air and hovered just above him, looking down on the architect with a scruntinizing glare. “From what I recall, you had no issue with isolation before. You will live, time works different here afterall.” She was gone before Soren had a chance to respond, or get a word in. He was now left alone, The Haunting of endermen had luckily dispersed but now he had an egg. His heart raced in his chest when he stared down at the egg, a new sense of terror beginning to set in. The End was no longer free. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They’re so silly, I wanted to show a darker part of Wheatley. While yes Wheatley is a known pacifist and isn’t really keen on violence or murder, trauma stays for years and doesn’t go away quickly, certainly when you don’t get help for it. Romeo’s manipulation reached much further than even he recalled, and while Wheatley is very good at treating The Overworld residents with compassion and kindness, they’ve not forgiven Soren for destroying Xara’s dimension.  This is also what I meant when I mentioned that Wheatley ‘tries’ to befriend most of the old order, some grudges are too great to put aside and Wheatley cannot see themselves ever see Soren in a good light, especially when they were indirectly the cause for the Command Block fiasco. Sometimes nurture takes over nature and things need to be set back into place, even with unorthodox means. (Sorry for all the Soren lovers, I love him too)

[moondrop-simpsss]

Arranged to Love (Michael afton x fem reader)

so we all know Williams a little bitch and just HAS to ruin his sons life, so why not force him into a marriage? It was only to make him miserable. BUT it backfired and he falls in love with you??

“Mike! Come down here!” William yelled at his son where you and your mother stood, a sour look on your face and a proud mother. Came down a brunette boy with a fluffy mullet, you normally thought mullets were gross- but his looked soft to the touch. “ what do you want dad” the boy groaned “ micheal is that anyway to speak to your father?” William snapped back ‘ god dayum’ you just stood there. Willifuck- I mean William sighs and turns to you “ micheal because your absolutely horrible with girls I sped it up for you, I may or may not have arranged you a marriage” he chuckled you looked away in pure anger and looks at the ground Micheal could tell you weren’t happy about it either “ WHAT THE HELL DAD-.” Micheal yelled “ ITS CLEAR NEITHER OF US WANT THIS!” “ Michael me and your mother were arranged and look how far we’ve come! And mrs l/n here fell in love with her arranged husband we are carrying on the tradition” he growls “ traditional my ass” you scoff “ excuse me young lady apologise to mr afton” your mother gasps “ lemme think about that uhhhh no” you smirk and pull up a middle finger. “Got teenagers am I right?they don’t know what’s best for them” Your mother giggles and you look tired of her shit Micheal was staring at you

micheals thoughts

good for me?!good for … us? But she looks so unhappy! IM unhappy how can this possibly be good? And ew- we have to have kids too! GROSS- I think ima keep my pants on and she’ll keep her legs shut. (Me note: no no you won’t sorry mate😩for the readers!) Shes really pretty…. She doesn’t deserve to marry me! I’m clearly not good enough for that dad even says so- it’s strange, if I’m gonna marry her that means she’s my future wife…

Normal POV

you finally looked back up at him, the eye contact was short but interesting. The parents noticed and chuckled

Williams thoughts

here’s my revenge, you brat I call a son

normal pov

“ why don’t you two go upstairs to get to know each-” “ daddy who’s she?” Little Liz came down “ oh hello sweet heart!” William called out “ this is your future sister is law!” William continued the little girl gasps “ your gonna be my older sister!” She gets excited! “Y-yeah I guess..” you smile at her “ can I go home now?” You whisper to your mother “ dear, your staying her for the weekend to get to know your future husband…” she whispers back a small ‘O’ came from you “ run along you two” your mother shooed you away and Liz takes you two by the hand to her room “ ooo! I’m so excited we can paint each other’s nails and braid our hair! And draw! Do like material girl by Madonna? It’s my favourite!! Daddy dances with me when it’s on!” She rambled on its cute but sad to you. A little boy exits a blue door that was next to a red door with “ Michael” and a pink door with “ Elizabeth” “ who are you?” He whispers clutching the yellow Fredbear in his arms “ she’s Mikeys girlfriend!!” Elizabeth yells, it was too quick to process but your hand squeezed her little hand when she said “ girlfriend” because you didn’t even love him micheal looked uncomfortable to say the least. You went to Liz’s room while micheal went to his when she closed the door she turned to you “ do you love him?” She grins you looked away you wanted to say no, you HAD to say no but nothing comes out “ YOU DO!” She screeched “ I won’t tell him” she whispers “ r-right.” You smiled

btw micheal and you are 15 in this- so in two years your gonna be married

5 months later

you came to the afton house with make up for Liz, she’s turning 10 and her father had no clue so he asked you three weeks ago for some. When you knocked Evan opened the door sniffling “ hey lil dude what up?” You ask him “ Lizzie’s gone….” He whispers “ w-what? What do you mean gone?” “ she’s missing, she went missing in circus baby’s pizzeria.” You dropped the little box with only eyeshadow and lipstick in it and grab the seven year old boy “ it’s gonna be okay..” he just starts crying “I miss her! Why’d she had to go! It should have been me!” That’s how you broke into crying, you’ve never heard a harder thing coming out a child’s mouth “ you’ve found out?” Micheal appears you two rarely spoke, you a fair bit about each other but rarely spoke for reasons “ y-yeah” you sob out, he sits down next to you and… hugs you? You two have never touched each other out her then a bump it a shoulder, he was warm and smelled like vanilla. You three sat there in each others arms by the door, you held Evan and micheal held you it was a sweet moment and mrs afton just HAD to take a photo to show her husband. You sat there for about ten minutes, before Evan got up “ are we going to find her?” He asks looking up at you two “I- I dunno lil guy, I dunno” micheal says back and the little boy fell right back into your arms. You ended up falling asleep in Mike’s arms he blushed “Evan get up i have to get her to bed.” And Evan gets up and walks to his room, grabbing you bridal style he walks you too his room, it’s the most appropriate form of bedroom, can’t sleep in Elizabeth’s she’s dead or missing or Evans because Evans in there so Mike’s is the only room. He leaves you in his bed tucked under the covers where he hesitates before leaving a small peck on your forehead “ sleep well y/n”

After a few weeks of knowing mike more you two became close, best friends way ofc but something was annoying you, you had to marry each other but something was happening to you two, he was developing feelings for you, and falling hard too. now listen I know you wanna have the whole slow burn idea but I am WAY too impatient for that so how about you two start dating? Sounds good? Noice-

you two were cuddling when you heard a little knock by the door “ come in!” Mike yells “ guys I have bad news” Evan says softly “ they found Lizzie” “ that’s good isn’t it?” “ they found her dead” you looked at him for a while and opened your arms so he could climb into your lap while you were sitting in micheals. The little boy climbed into your lap and snuggled into your chest while you played with his hair “ it’s gonna be okay” you smile “shh it’s okay” micheal whispers

that was 3 months ago…

Evans gone too, you tried to save him! You pulled him out of his mouth! You bandaged him to stop blood flow! You held icebacks and checked his heart! How- he can’t be dead.. bloody Jeremy… he HAD to suggest the prank. You held mikes arm while you two were dressed in black.he kissed your cheek “ it’s okay darling” he held you close to his chest even though he was the one who needed to be held he stayed strong for you, just you..

the end NAH lol

Just part one don’t worry

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Part 101- Seven Devils

Summary: The superstorm continues as Thranduil's physical form goes missing. Where oh where could he be? Grief consumes the the King's loved ones as all sorts of new information and trouble arises. Josie is left reeling after Jareth's revelation.

Notes: Credit to @redeemer46 for the superstorm term.

Warning! *Language, angst, dark story, death*

All Hallows' Eve 2 am

Although you vowed to kill Raven, you could not leave Thranduil. You sat beside your husband rubbing his hand that you laid upon his chest. "Baby, please...please open your eyes. Breathe. Please..."

"Somebody...please do something!! Daddy??"

"My sweet girl I...."

"Don't you call me that!!" you raged.

"My Jo...You know I cannot bring back the dead. Nor can you with all of your healing powers. I am so sorry my child. He is gone. You must let him go. We need to go now!" Julian came to you and pried your hands free of Thranduil as you kicked and screamed.

"Let me go! No!!! I will not leave him!! He needs me! I need him...I will die without him."

"Josephine...you must not say those things. You have a part of him alive inside of you that you must care for." Julian harshly said as he gave you a shake to snap you out of your hysteria.

"For god's sake man, let her grieve. and be with her husband." Garrett growled.

Julian scowled at the protective vampire. "Coming from someone who has never let her be with her husband? Why are you still here? No one except your own kind wants you around." It was clear your father was never going to accept Garrett in your life.

You shoved Julian off of you and looked around at everyone's face for some glimpse of hope. Legolas was still frozen as he knelt beside his father. Haldir's sympathetic eyes begged for you to come to him for comfort as his heart broke seeing you in so much pain. Selene offered you a compassionate eye as she knew this pain all too well when she believed Michael to be dead. She then whisked away and you knew right where she was going. To find Raven and bring her to you. Then your swollen eyes caught Garrett's, which were glassy and wet. As much as he despised Thranduil, he never would wish such suffering upon you. If he could do something to fix this, he would move heaven and earth to do it for you. He displayed a broken half smile to you and extended his arm out, offering you his shoulder to cry on like you once did for him. To Haldir's and Julian's dismay, you went right to Garrett and broke down in his arms as you clutched the pendant in your hand. He held you tight and said nothing, allowing you to grieve with no pressure, like Julian had displayed.

Haldir then took off on a war path also to find Raven, but Selene came back in which stopped him. "She is gone. They are all gone!" she intensely informed.

You stepped out of Garrett's arms. "What??!! She cannot get away! She knows something more, I can feel it! Haldir, why didn't you ask her more!??!!"

He tried his best to understand you were not angry with him or blaming him, that it was only your grief speaking, but it still hurt him. "I..I was only trying to locate Thranduil. I felt it to be the most imperative at the time and when she told us, you rushed off so we followed to help you. I am sorry I failed you...and Thranduil." He then quickly departed.

You knelt back down over Thranduil and placed your quivering lips upon his, long and deep. The soft suppleness and warmth of them were gone and he had an unrecognizable taste. It was bitter.

"Nin beautiful aran erain , nin mel, nin emel, nin faer. Im will avenge thee, an im mel cin more than nin own cuil. An all -o uir." (My beautiful King, my love, my heart, my soul. I will avenge thee, for I love you more than my own life. For all of eternity.) You said as you rubbed the back of your hand down his cheek, then buried your face in his neck and breathed in his lilac scent that was strangely still potent as ever. The rain always seemed to magnify it for some reason, so you figured that to be why.

You whispered into his ear. "Nin aran erain, take nin awaui o hi awful near." (My King, take me away from this awful place.) The exact words you professed the night you escaped Peter's cabin and blindly ran off into the forest. Thranduil came for you then and you believed he would come for you again. You just had to believe it.

"Legolas..." You placed your hand on his. "Please...stay with him so he is not alone. I will not be long. I must find Raven."

The Prince only slightly looked your way, but not in your eyes, then he returned his concentration on his father. It was his way of letting you know he understood. Your heart couldn't possibly break any more than it had, but it did for Legolas. You then raced off as Julian, Selene and Garrett quickly pursued.

It was now a torrential downpour outside and the moon had strangely changed back to a glowing moonstone like Thranduil's eyes. The 13th hour had ended in Jareth's time and he was ready to play.

You all had reached the edge of the forest when a horrendous yell came from the church. It was Legolas. You ran back as fast as you could with the others following.

As you returned to where you had left Thranduil and his son, there stood Legolas but Thranduil was gone. All that was left was the pool of blood on the ground being washed away from the rain pouring in from the broken roof.

"Legolas!! Where is Thranduil??!!" you screamed.

He just stood paralyzed, staring at the ground where his father had been.

"Legolas!!!" You grabbed his arms and shook him. "Where is he!!!!??"

"He...he...he just....vanished..."

"What do you mean he just vanished???? Did he just get up and leave? Were you not watching over him?? I asked you to stay with him!!"

"I did Josie!!! I never left! He just...it was like...stardust...and then...he was gone...right before my eyes..."

"W..wh...wha..." You stammered as your eyelids rapidly blinked from the rain drowning them. You couldn't even speak. You then began marching around the rubble in a frenzy. "Thranduil!!!"

He was nowhere. Just gone. You fell to your knees and sobbed so hard you almost vomited.

Large chunks of stone began falling as the rain hammered down through open ceiling.

"Josephine...we need to leave here now!" Garrett shouted.

You glanced up at him with the saddest of eyes. "I...I can't...feel him anymore....I....tell me this is all a dream...."

Garrett forced you to stand. "I so wish I could sweetheart. Josephine...I am so sorry for what is happening but I will be damned, even more so than I already am, if I am going to let you die!"

He held your head in his hands. "G..Garr...I don't feel so..."

You passed out and Garrett swooped you up in his arms. "We must get her inside where it's warm."

The five of you just got outside when the entire ceiling caved in. Back into the castle Garrett carried you as the others carried on beside him.

You awoke disoriented about 30 minutes later. "Thranduil!!" you gasped.

"Hey, hey. It's alright. Selene, Legolas and I are here." Garrett sweetly spoke and stroked your cheek. Julian was gone though.

"Where's my dad??? I need my dad?"

"He went to look for the others and try to find Jareth." Selene answered. Legolas stood staring out the window in silence.

You abruptly got up. "I am not going to just sit here while Jareth and Raven wreak havoc on more people I love. I promised my husband I would avenge him and that I will do!" But then, you felt extremely nauseated and dizzy and fell back onto the couch.

Garrett whisked to your side. "Josephine, what is it?"

"I...I think I am going to be...." You made a gagging sound as you covered your mouth with your hand. Then it all happened so fast, you didn't even see it. Garrett sped to one side of the room and back, placing a trash can in front of you just as your morning breakfast made it's way out of your mouth. He then held your hair back.....just like Thranduil had done for you. You then made a terrible frown as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand. The taste...it was just like when you kissed Thranduil. "Wh...what is that???"

Garrett peered into the trash can. "It appears to be...possibly fruit, crackers and maybe some...OJ?"

You smacked his arm, quite hard. "Garrett!!! Now is not the time for your stupid fucking jokes! I meant the smell....I tasted it on Thranduil's lips."

He leered at you in shock and offense. "I actually was being serious because I thought that is what you were asking. Sorry!" he snapped and got up.

Selene smelled it and veered around the couch, taking in a stronger whiff. It's....wolfsbane...." she whispered in utter disbelief. "I know it all too well. It has many uses but I know it because of Michael. In the right dosage and mixed with other herbs, it can stop his transformation just like the talisman bracelet I gave him. But...it is also very toxic and too much can cause....."

"Death...." you whispered in horror. "Oh my..god....my mother poisoned him....but....but how???? He swore to me he would never drink anything she offered him."

"But she also had a spell placed upon him. And...it doesn't have to be ingested to be effective. My guess is that it was on the knife." Selene revealed.

"But that makes no sense??" You stood up and began to anxiously pace. "She used the spell to obviously render his senses useless and lure him to her. She could have then easily had gotten him to drink it, so why stab him??? Why even use the poison??? There couldn't possibly have been enough on the blade to kill him. The wound alone would do that. This makes no sense!! She had some bigger plan here and it was interrupted when she was killed. So now what??? Where is his body?? How can he just dissipate into thin air????" You began to hyperventilate and ran to the trash can becoming sick again.

"There was obviously enough poison on it to make you sick just by a simple touch." Garrett said and turned you to face him. "We need to get it out of you asap." He placed his fingers on your chest and his hand glowed of a light blue as you peered up at him in confusion.

Sheer pain coursed over his face as his eyes rolled back. You felt nothing but a tiny tickle where his fingers were.

"Garrett?? What is happening??!!"

He couldn't speak and then he just dropped.

"Garrett!!!! Oh my god, wake up! Don't you do this to me!! I need you!! Selene, what is wrong with him??? What the fuck did he just do??" you reeled in panic as you knelt over him, smacking at his cheek.

"He took your poison into him. He will be alright. Try to calm down. He just has to go through it."

"What??!! Go through it??" you profusely panted as you stared at his motionless body.

"Yes...his own poison, the venom, will eat the toxin but it's not exactly a comfortable process. He will feel the effects of this for awhile."

Although you felt one hundred percent better physically, you still felt sick to your stomach at the thought of what Thranduil must have felt after seeing Garrett like this....and you only had a small amount in you from skin contact.

Garrett began to awaken and you helped him sit up. "What the hell was that?? Why did I not know of this power you possess, or...the one you pulled on Raven too for that matter?? Please tell me you are alright."

"I will be. I guess there was never a need to tell you."

"Ok?? Well, there's a now need for you to tell me so spill it." you demanded.

"It's really not that big of a deal Josephine. Some powers we obtain are carried over from our human lives, only magnified into something else. It all varies. It can be things we were really good at, or strong emotions we possessed...or even related to trauma we endured...and some are just based off of our sign....some don't even have any powers at all except the basics of speed. As far as what I did to Raven, turning her own power against her, I believe I received that ability due to my insane desire for justice upon that pos that killed my sister...you know, karma? Or how I felt I had no control in my life, but now I can paralyze someone with just a glance...I mean, look at Kate...her ability to electrocute someone...that happened to her in life and she was put on life support until Craven changed her. As far as what I just did...I can take people's sickness from them, but I have to suffer for it. My desire to keep my brother alive and not become a monster like me....to me it is a sickness and I did not choose it. No one chooses to be sick..My sister did not choose what happened to her, and all I wanted to do was heal her....so I think that's why I have this ability...to help others."

"First of all, I know you better than anyone and you are no monster. A monster doesn't do selfless acts. Second...that means...you are a healer...like me? What other tricks do you have up your sleeve that I am unaware of?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out....Sorry....stupid fucking joke, I know."

You had obviously scorned him earlier, just as you had done to Haldir without intent. "Garrett...I...I am sorry for what I said. You have to know, please, that I do not really think that. Your humor, it brings light into my darkened world. And...what you just did for me...I have no words except thank you."

"Don't thank me. I owed you. You healed me twice now so I still owe you another...let's just hope it's never needed."

But it was needed, only his kind of healing couldn't help you.

Legolas had been silent the entire time and kept to himself. You understood his pain as it was a pain only you and him could feel. You went over to him and took his hand. "Legolas....talk to me. I need you. We need each other."

He slowly removed his hand from yours and his eyes darkened. "What I need is my father. Apparently though, you have all you need right here. You just said so moments ago. I do not need you. In fact...all of this...it is your fault. My father would be alive right now if he hadn't gone chasing after your psychotic mother all to prove his love for you that he always seemed he felt he needed to do because you always made him feel he was not good enough for you."

You gasped as he glared at you. Grief, you told yourself, was all this was and that he didn't mean it but it hurt like hell and he knew right where to hit you.

"Hey!! Do not speak to her like that!" Garrett snapped.

"Or what filth?? Get out of my way..." Legolas snarled with his nose flaring just like his father and stormed off as Garrett stepped aside and sarcastically gestured with his hand to go.

"Legolas!!" you shouted and chased after him. As you both came upon a back exit to the mountain stream, there stood a grotesque creature that you had never seen before and it was staring right at the Prince and then it charged him.

Legolas' reaction time was slightly impaired from his grief and he didn't get his arrow raised in time. The hideous creature swung his arm hitting Legolas so hard, slamming him against the wall.

Legolas NO!!" You ran and stood before the Prince who was barely conscious. Your love for him and Thranduil sent the fire shooting through your veins and out it came with no effort. A flash of blinding light struck the dark form, catapulting it through the air and setting it ablaze.

Legolas got up with a minor bloody nose and you both noticed an orc on a warg out by the dock that stopped to gaze at you both.

"Next time I need your assistance, I will ask for it." he snarked and took off after the beasts as horns began to blow. One was familiar. It was the Lothlorien guard that had remained in the shadows until needed. Haldir must have ordered them out and you could see why. The other horn you were unfamiliar with but had to assume it was Narcisse's army.

"Legolas!! Please stop!" you cried. You were scared to death he was going to get himself either severely hurt or killed with the state of mind he was in.

Garrett and Selene came running up and you spun around to them. "What the fuck is that thing I just killed and why are there orcs here??!!!"

Selene walked over to the smoldering atrocity and kicked it. "That my dear is a wendigo. And I am certain Jareth has conjured them up, along with the ghastly orcs and their wargs."

"A wen...what??" you sputtered.

"A wendigo. Powerful monsters that have a desire to kill and eat their victims. In most legends, humans transform into wendigos because of their greed or weakness." Garrett answered. "They are much like vampires, evil ones anyways. They can infect you if bitten or scratched even."

A clock in the room chimed, grabbing your attention. It was now 3 am. The witching hour. Jareth's wrath was now upon all of Chateau de Lioncourt.

"Time is short....." you whispered in fright. "We have to go now!! We must find the others. This is bad....like really bad!"

"I will let nothing happen to you or your child. I will die first." Garrett swore as he laid his hand upon your cheek.

"What he said." Selene vowed with a grin. You all then raced off with the vampires on each side of you.

The storm kept up as you all followed the blazing horns which led you to the front of the castle grounds. You could see a multitude of the glowing eyes of orcs lining the forests borders and hooded figures opposite of them that appeared to be more reapers, aka death dealers. You were right about the foreign horns you heard. There stood Narcisse in front of his squad with your father at his side and Haldir with his as Aragorn led. And then....there was Lestat with his own clan, Maharet, Marius, and Armand included, and even Michael. A vampire army. Your heart dropped as if you had fallen from a cliff, which you knew that feeling all too well as looking at Haldir just now reminded you of it in Rivendell. The sound of Aragorn's command caused you to almost piss yourself.

"Thranduil...." you whispered and began to cry.

The wind suddenly kicked in. A glow of orange lit up the sky with a scent of citrus floating through it. Aragorn promptly ordered the guard to hold.

There was Jareth without a drop of rain upon him. And at his side stood the cowardly Clover smirking at you. You wanted to rip her limb from limb but you needed her alive to find out what happened to your husband's body.

He gazed at you and you cringed. He was just as you remembered him from your dream that had actually been a memory. All that could be heard in the dead silence was his words that echoed across the grounds. "Come back Sarah...come back before it's too late."

You glanced at Garrett, then Selene in great perplexity, then at Julian who had a mixed emotions tangled on his face of rage and fear.

"My child, do not fear me. Did I not tell you I would see you soon? It would have been much sooner, but your whereabouts were of great uncertainty after...my brother expired and you underwent the protection of the Elvinking. And of course, your interfering mother. Good riddance to her, may she rest in hell." Jareth grinned.

Julian flew over to you. Just another power of his that you never knew he had. "Do not listen to him child! He is a demon and filled with lies."

"Oh little brother. it has been a long time yes? So not good to see you alive and well." Jareth teased.

"D..daddy? Why is he calling me Sarah?"

"My child...I do believe you are addressing the wrong person. Do tell her Julian, witch hunter and 7th son.... or shall I?"

Julian death glared him. "Watch yourself Jareth, for you do not want my wrath, or have you forgotten my warnings."

"Ok, what the fuck is going on here????" you reeled. It was obviously more than some sibling rivalry.

Jareth belted out a sinister laugh. "Is it not clear to you yet my child? Julian is not your father. I am....."

@redeemer46

Updated Masterlist

[averagegtenjoyer]

Bless. I have a little more p5 g/t for you. Akeshuake focused because i LOVE THEM.

These are all taken from my little idea folder thing, so some of them have dialogue/are story based and some of them are just little concepts.

(P5R SPOILERS)

⭑ “Here, you’ll have to stay in my pocket today.”

“What…?” Akechi growls. “I am not doing that.”

“You dont have a choice, Akechi. You have to come to school with me somehow.” Akira huffs.

“B-but can’t I just… can’t you hold me, or something?” The brunette adjusts his clothes anxiously, but he still glares tiny daggers into the giant.

Akira shakes his head. “I cant risk you getting crushed, or someone seeing you. I’m sorry. Its just for today, until we can get the group together to fix this.”

Akechi hesitantly agrees and Akira helps him climb into his chest pocket. All day at school, Akechi can feel the boom of Akira’s voice, the way his hand clutches his pocket every so often to ensure Akechi is still there. He feels so protected, and he’s never felt that way before. Eventually, in the middle of class, Akira opens his pocket to see a tiny, tiny akechi asleep in there. He audibly awwwwes until Morgana and Ann ask him what he’s looking at.

⭑ Akira being referred to as a gentle giant is the best thing ever like yes! He is a pretty giant boy! Giant Akira gazing downwards, his big eyelashes, his powerful, strong fingers that could crush with little effort, but his gentle touch. His feet crashing into the ground and sending people stumbling, but so incredibly careful not to crush anyone accidentally. Gentle boy with his tiny leblanc family and his tiny thieves and his tiny rival

⭑ Akechi picking up tiny Joker and mumbling “Now, what am I going to do with you…?” Is SO GOOD

⭑ Akechi chooses against killing akira au. He realizes Akira can be a great help in taking down Shido. However, he needs to get him out of that damn interrogation room. Years of work on a certain device has given him a solution.

“Hello. Im here to rescue you.”

“Akechi…” akira breathes, dumbfounded. “You came for me.”

“There’s no time for your brainless sentimentality. Sorry for this.” He aims a strange looking ray gun at him, before-

Akira blinks, groaning. “What…” he tries to gather his bearings, before realizing that a giant, gloved hand is coming towards him. He screams in horror as he realizes that he’s been shrunk!! The hand wraps around him tightly, the leather rubbing against his skin as he kicks his legs in a panic.

“Quiet, you little thief! You’re going to get us found out!” Akechi puts a finger to Akira’s mouth. Akira weakly nods in pure fear, before Akechi drops him in his pocket.

⭑ On that note. Goro with a shrinking function in his ray gun!

⭑ Giant goro petting akira absently without even realizing he’s doing it, or, pretending so. Telling him he’s a cute little thing. Akira leaning into his gentle, but enormous touch. His hand batting goro’s enormous finger away when he starts poking and prodding him teasingly. Akira sleeping in goro’s glove. <3

⭑ Tiny bullets ricocheting off of Goro’s black mask gauntlet because he dropped his enormous hand in front of Joker and Violet to protect them from shadows in Maruki’s palace ^-^

⭑ Staying on the Maruki thought, Akechi showing up to Leblanc in that first little bit of the third semester, except he’s absolutely enormous, to the point where he can barely fit a foot into the tiny alleys of Yongen-Jaya. He gets Akira’s attention by knocking on his window with the back of his knuckle. Akira practically leaping out of his window to see him, and Akechi picks him out of his window by the back of his shirt. Blah blah Maruki made him big so Akira would be obsessed and too happy to reject the false reality blah blah I would be happy with a giant akechi too

⭑ Satanael Joker with clouds circling his horns because he’s just so big. Scooping all of the thieves into one hand because they’re so small and pressing them ever so gently to his chest in a hug. He laughs softly and it feels like an earthquake to everybody around him. Shooting Yaldabaoth in the head himself YAY!

i have majorrr anxiety so This is so scary but i feel so validated in my ideas thank you all mwah mwah <33

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Excerpt To Annex the Kid

↳ Jack drew his pearl-handled revolver, aiming between Sheriff O'Brien's eyes. The bar customers in the unfortunate position of sitting between the two of them scattered and the scraping of chairs deafened as they all swarmed to the other side of the saloon or out of it entirely.

"You better tell me where Phil Foster is," Jack growled. He cocked the hammer back, holding every intention of pulling the trigger if he felt he had to. "Or your ol' friend Russell Corduroy's gonna watch you bleed out all over the floor."

"Jack," Russell warned breathlessly at his shoulder. "It ain't worth this."

Jack turned flaming eyes on him, hand trembling though he held his aim steady. "If he don't string Foster up by the neck, I'm gonna do it. Believe you me, Kid, I'm gonna do it for 'im."

"Hey, Jack," someone from outside called into the saloon. "We got a problem here…"

Jack peeled his gaze from Russell's to glance out the front window as lawmen crawled out of the woodwork, creeping toward Akaya and EJ with rifles and shotguns at the ready. Akaya stood back-to-back with EJ, revolvers pointed at the sheriff's deputy and his men.

"You got three seconds, O'Brien," Jack barked, leveling Tom with a heavy stare. "Call off your men and bring me Foster or meet the Devil directly at his front porch. One."

Tom looked from Jack to his long-lost childhood friend and back, eyes thinning imperceptibly. The knuckles clutching his beer turned white and he tightened his fingers around the mug.

"Two."

The tip of a shotgun made its way under EJ's chin. She cast an anxious look Russell's way.

Russell inhaled sharply.

"Three—"

The doors exploded inward and Works stormed into the saloon, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, slamming ammunition into Jack's double-barrel. A crack of lightning and thunder went off in the sky behind him, illuminating his harried outline as he jerked the weapon shut with one hand and aimed it at Jack.

"I told you this isn't the way to go, Stranger," he bellowed, his voice booming through the building.

Jack swung around so his back faced the wall, his revolver still locked onto Tom. "Oh, you're stupider than I thought, McCoy."

Works flung his head toward the doors, strands of his flaxen hair falling in front of his eyes. His disheveled appearance, contrasted against the usual kempt nature that he'd maintained as recently as an hour prior, sent Russell into a tailspin. "Mr. Corduroy, if you'd please join me, Oak is waiting outside. It's not safe for you here right now."

"What about Tom," Russell mumbled, his legs moving him to the doors without his permission. He ducked behind Works and out of Jack's eyeline.

"I'm quite certain the sheriff can handle himself given the proper opportunity," Works said, reaching into the front pocket of his vest. He withdrew a small wooden ball from which dangled a thick, frayed string. "Such as a distraction...!"

He tugged the string out of the ball with his teeth and chucked it into the middle of the room. It rolled to a stop at the foot of the bar and immediately detonated into a dense cloud of blue-gray smoke. Patrons began to cough and wheeze as the entire room filled with the itchy substance, and Works backed Russell out of the saloon before the street became packed with people.

Spotted Oakley stood, oblivious, beside the window, and Darla May was nowhere to be seen. The only trace she'd ever been there was evident in hurried hoofprints in the mud leading across the street and out of sight behind the general store.

Works hopped onto Oak's back, shoving Jack's shotgun into the straps of the saddlebag. Russell, nauseated at the chaos and how quickly everything had started to fall apart, accepted the arm Works lowered to him and hoisted himself up behind him.

"Get him outta here!" EJ called to Works, affording a quick glance to verify Russell's security as she pistol-whipped the deputy. "We'll make sure everyone makes it out of this alive!"

Works nodded and Russell wrapped his arms tightly around his midsection, keeping himself rooted to the saddle. Works spurred Oak into a mighty gallop down the road and out of the main part of town.

[dettlaffxregisxgeralt]

-The Hybrid's Wrath. ( pt.2 )-

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It was getting dark, the sky lit up from the setting sun. Geralt had left the crypt, following Regis secretly. He kept a distance, So she wouldn't notice him. The witcher stepped carefully, knowing these streets were either cramped, or isolated. The more he snuck, the more he realised that the vampire had indeed lied. Instead of going over to Dettlaff's toyshop, Regis was wandering over somewhere else. Where? That was the question. Whatever could be happening, that she had to lie about? I'm quite concerned.. Regis continued to wander through the darkened streets, a few people walking by. She entered a house, closing the door behind her. -Shit!- He thought. -I'll have to find another way in..- Geralt sped around to the back of the house, his eyes darting around to find any way in. Ah! An open window. He climbed up, trying to be as silent as possible while sneaking in. He heard multiple voices. Regis? Yes.. But there was another. Geralt was upstairs, peering down at them. His eyes slightly widened. It was the strange man again.. The black-ish hair. The sideburns. The dark eyes. His slight threatening yet calming voice. Why would Regis lie? She could of said she was visiting the man once again. The witcher crouched, staying hidden, and watching them closely. " I told you to kill him. AND YOU FAILED! " The man shouted, making Regis flinch. " I- I'm sorry.. I just can't.. he's too dear to me... " Regis spoke, mumbling under her breath. The man's eyes went black, clearly angered. -!!! What the fuck?!- Geralt thought in shock. " PLEASE- IM SORRY!- I- I WON'T FAIL YOU AGAIN EMIEL-! " Regis cried out, The man grabbing her. -His name is Emiel!- The witcher hesitated, feeling bad to just stay there while Regis was in danger. Emiel bared his fangs, which Geralt realised. -He's a higher vampire?! Wait, no..- Emiel then sunk his teeth into her neck, causing Regis to cry out in pain. -I need to help her! But shit.. I won't be able to find out..- The witcher was overcome with guilt and hesitation. -She can handle it... I hope..- After a few moments the supposed-vampire pulled away, making her drop to the floor. " You're lucky I'm not in a bad mood, Terzieff. " He growled, materialising into mist and teleporting off. Regis panted slightly, clutching her bleeding neck. Geralt immediately leapt out of his hiding spot, hurrying over to the wounded vampire. Her eyes widened, as she saw the witcher. " G-geralt! Why are you h-here?!- " He stayed silent for a moment. " C'mon we need to get you home.. " He muttered, helping Regis up. So, Regis is currently under control of this man.. He seems like a higher vampire, but his abilities are unlike any I've seen.. Atleast I know his name? Emiel... Wasn't that Regis' first name? Not to mention he called her 'Terzieff'.. This all has been confusing. I better sleep it off, after helping Regis. I'll find out what's happening. Sooner or later.

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( Ya'll I think there should be a part 3 at this rate 😳 )

[alabamasweettea]

a small delivery

Fandom: Resurrection (2014)

Pairing: Rachel Braidwood + Rev. James Goodman (platonic)

Warnings: description of birth, coercion, james is a bit of a meanie

she knew something bad was happening when he closed the door and locked it. another contraction came about that moment, making her face screw up at the sudden pain.

the preacher grinned. he turned slowly from the door, stalking over to the low bed. rachel twisted on top of the covers, trying to find relief. all at once it came. she sighed heavily.

"do you know what, rachel?" the man asked. it almost felt as if she was eve, the first of her race, about to give life to another; and he was… the snake? yes, the evil serpent who would trick her into doing wrong.

she must make him stay away.

she tried. she tried, but her shove was too weak to keep him off the bed. he held her wrists as she breathed through another contraction.

"i don't think you understand, rachel. you don't belong here. you have some higher calling. i know it." oh yeah, just like you "knew" that henry would come back, was her immediate thought.

"get away from me," the woman growled, but a contraction was coming. she squeezed his hand hard, squinching her eyes shut and just trying to breathe. they were coming more quickly now, lasting longer with less time in between.

"my dear, you have to understand. tom sent me to get you; he's waitin for ya, up there." he was being very patient, in his own opinion. letting her almost crush his hand like that? it wouldn'tve passed back in his day.

her face cleared. "what? tom, what about him?" "he's waitin, like i said. you and that little one should go to him. go home." and he placed two fingers on her forehead and murmured something in a foreign language. then he straightened with a grin and rolled his shoulders.

"ready?"

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"it's not working!" rachel cried bitterly as her insides squeezed painfully down once again. "i can't, im sorry. i just can't stop thinking about him. the baby," and she groaned again, clutching at the preacher's arm. he held on, to his credit, even through the grimace that appeared on his face.

someone pounded on the door. "let me in!" maggie's voice. rachel called out to her, but was cut off by a yelp. another sharp pain. it felt like her body was being unraveled from the inside out.

"m- maggie?" she finally managed to call hoarsely. the man next to her scowled, clasping both her hands tighter. "focus on me, on tom," he insisted. she cried out as he roughly pushed her to the edge of the bed, obviously intending to escape with her from the window.

then rachel stopped moving. "no. no, he's coming! i'm sorry- sorry, i'm-" she dissolved into mumbles and soft cries, scrambling back onto the bed.

maggie's voice again. "listen, preacher," quick, harsh, angry. "you either let me in right now or you're on your own."

the man snarled and made sure the door was locked. the two at last heard footsteps leading away and downstairs, presumably to seek another entry point.

"now," the preacher's lip curled into a smile, "where were we? oh dear…" at last he saw that the baby's head was coming. the small escape window was now gone, though the physical window remained intact and unopened.

he groaned and rolled up his shirtsleeves. this could take a while.

roughly eight and a half minutes later, at the stroke of 10:12 pm, owen thomas braidwood came into the world. his tiny squalls quieted almost immediately when the preacher cradled him to his chest.

still covered in a film of blood and fluid, the little boy yawned and dropped off to sleep within minutes in the man's arms. rachel smiled tiredly from the bed. "i want to hold him." so she did. wrapped in swaddling blankets and laid in the arms of what could have been a manger to someone born blind, the tiny owen slumbered on.

"you know, you could tack on a 'james' for good measure. just sayin'." preacher goodman grinned, and was completely taken aback by the pillow thrown his way.