#it took every ounce of me to not have her call her “my dear” im sitting here shaking and crying

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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[incubae-fics]

Someday [AU!Raestrao]

Pairing: AU!James x Female!Reader

Warnings: Major angst, trigger warning for a dark-ish theme. 

A/N: hi im alive and this is what I have to give. I will never get into explicit details of the things AU!James endured, but what I am implying can be triggering for some. This AU gets very dark and it stems from my shitty mind I guess? When playing the game, I felt like their ‘father’ would actually be far worse and that their mothers would be their only saving grace. They simply became corrupted because of him. Especially when he took their physical forms. I feel like he’d take their forms bc they were, in his eyes, making his potential heirs weak. While he intends for james to take over, he still needed back-ups should he or any of his brothers fail. Also I want to flesh out my au. Prepare for another like this, but with sam having a weird premonitional dream of his love, and waking up to cold reality. oop

Featherlight touches of warmth glide across his bare skin. It feels as though someone is tracing soft patterns along the expanse of his chest and neck. For some odd reason, he does not panic. He simply lays still and basks in the sweet attention. He has no idea who is touching him but... he does not feel gross. He feels.. happy?

He can hear her huff out a soft laugh near his ear, her breath ever so slightly brushing on his skin. A sweet scent wafts past his nose- everything feels soft around him. His head is well cushioned and whatever sheets he can feel are smooth against him. His bleary eyes struggle to see anything. A figure hovers above him, another giggle slipping out.

“Raestrao... we can’t sleep in all day..”

The sound of his name leaving her lips sends a shudder throughout his body. It is not the usual disgusted shiver he gets when.. someone else says it, no. This shiver makes the very tips of his fingers and toes tingle. It makes his mind beg him to open his mouth and say ‘call for me again’. It makes him want in way he had never felt before. 

All his eyes can catch are what he believes is a soft and faded pink color. Like an odd sunrise he’s never seen in his realm. Off-white walls, a slight mound of soft sheets. He wishes his mouth would open- he had questions but.. he’d never felt so content. So.. loved- was this love? Was it truly?

“Raestrao...”, she calls again, voice sweeter than the finest sugars the demon realm could produce.

He can feel fingers lacing through his own- soft- small, almost. Unintentionally, he brings the hand up to where he believes his mouth is, placing a kiss to the back of it. The sweet scent from earlier returns, more potent now. Something like a warm vanilla..

Another huff of laughter, this one more delighted than the last. “Lazy bones.. get up..”

Her fingers move to his face, softly cupping his cheek, “Wake up now..”

The fingers turn cold- chilling him to his core. The pinks turn to a dark purple that he recognizes- disgust gnaws it’s way into the deepest pit of his belly- he feels like he is plummeting. Everything is falling away.

“Raestrao! Raestrao no!”, her voice is pleading- close to absolutely screaming-

Laughter soon fills his ears again. This laughter is not happy or delighted- it  is familiar. Bitter amusement.. some slight caution.

“Dreaming of me, dear? I’m so flattered.”, her voice feels so cruel to him on this morning.

What a lovely dream to have in the middle of his own personal hell. Love? For a demon? He can no longer believe in such fairy tales. He’s trapped here, with this awful woman. Her touches make him feel vile and used. He wishes he could scrape off every single last piece of his skin that her fingertips have ever touched.

“Speechless because you’ve been caught? How cute..”, she says. He doesn’t have to open her eyes to know her eyes hold irritation. He can’t look at her now.

He fears his eyes may betray him if he does. They burn in a familiar way. How many times has he shed tears this past week? His father would have his head if he knew. Or he’d force him to do a repeat of last month. Force him to... desensitize himself.

‘You cannot feel anything for anyone! Not your mother! Not your brothers! Not even me!’, he had told him, and then.. he handed him the whip.

“Raestrao, dear. I’d appreciate it if you gave me some attention. Or must I drag your father in to teach you how to-”

“No. I’m tired.”, he snaps. It’s all he can do to stop himself from breaking down in front of her. He hates that he’s sure she’d like that. All she ever wants is to force feed him or.. have control over him. He felt like some rare possession, and not in a good way.

She looked at him like he was something to be won..

Not like the tired and broken young man she made him into. Stealing him away into the night, no matter how much he said no..

“Oh my..”, she says, amusement now in her tone, “Tough today, aren’t we? Alright. I suppose you’ve earned some rest. However, in return, I do expect that same roughness for our lesson tonight, yes?”

Her vile hand slides across his chest in a way that makes him wish he’d spontaneously combust. She gives one last huff of laughter before seeing herself out. He holds his breath, listening to the door slide shut, and then waiting on her footsteps to fully fade down the hall before inhaling once more.

His breaths become shaky, chest shuddering with each raw intake of breath. He feels the weight of everything crash on him. The hazy memory of the dream crashing down onto him- it caves his chest in. It forces him to roll over and silently scream into his pillow. No one could hear him. No one could watch over him as he absolutely collapsed.

He couldn’t even see the floating orb of his mother- or what was left of her. She had been locked away for good now. 

His brothers- he had to push them away for their safety.

There was no one to talk to- there was no mystery love.. nothing-

“O-oh, hi. Uh- I’m ___. I’m ___’s best friend, I’ve heard good things about you.”

Her voice oddly strikes him as familiar, but he banishes the thought immediately. “Nice to meet you.”, he says, plainly with not even an ounce of interest. He’d come to regret it later.

It isn’t his fault though. No one ever really knows who the love of their life is as soon as they meet them. Life would be no fun if that were the case..

*****

@pinkmousey​ ilysm im sorry asdfgh

[chocolate-parfait]

Okay, I just got myself a tumblr account to ask for this Ikémen Vampire scenario, because the world needs this. Can you do one where the MC questions Mozart about his song "Leck mich im Arsch" (Ger. for "Kiss my ass" (lit. Lick me in the ass). I just can't imagine IkéVamp Mozart composing something like this so please be creative and do something funny. The song really exists btw. Real Mozart was a savage.

Started off serious, became trashy insults somewhere in the middle

Mozart being asked about his song “Kiss my ass” - ikevamp scenario (TW; mature language)

Thoughts are in italic

Bold AND italic is just me highlighting something

"Ugh, it hasn't even been a week and Sebastian is already burying me with work!" You mentally whined as you stretched your arms over your head. "Collect the sheets, wash the dishes, polish the shoes and wash the tablecloths..." each chore you listed made one of your fingers go up, and as the count reached ten you let out a deep sigh. You weren't even nowhere to be finished. "...ain't mama raise no weak bitch. Better get done with this before Sebastian yeets me into oblivion", you quietly spoke to yourself before going back to your full time slavery.

A lonely figure in the long corridor, you walked slightly bent forward for both the heaviness of the basket you were carrying and the mental and physical tiredness of your untrained body. As you took a turn at the end of the hallway, the lone sound of your footsteps found a companion. A sweet melody, a familiar one you had heard as a child, drifted through the air and waltzed its way to your ears. About ten meters from you there was the music room; you remembered it from Sebastian's tour of the house, but mostly because of the ever-so-friendly white haired composer that threatened you to stay kilometers away from him unless you wanted to be smacked to outer space. You had every intention of listening to him and avoiding any type of unnecessary contact with the man, but right now an irresistible curiosity pushed your feet to the prohibited door.

Was he composing something? Would he let you listen to one piece of his or play a modern-time song if you begged hard enough? somebody come git her she's dancing like a stripper If getting on your knees and throwing the last ounce of dignity you still had out of the window meant getting to witness Mozart's genius with your own two eyes --an impassable opportunity, too taunting to be ignored-- then someone better had to open up their purse and buy you some protective knee pads, 'cause ya girl was ready to crawl all around the mansion to get that P iano performance.

Inhaling some well needed air to get oxygen to your already malfunctioning brain in preparation of what was to come, you left the heavy basket full of dirty laundry and responsibilities behind and gently pushed the door open while peeking in with your head through the opening. As soon as he felt a pair of eyes on his back, Mozart abruptly stopped his magical fingers to turn to you, face contorted in an annoyed grimace.

Mozart: what.

MC: I- uh- uhm,,,, uhhhh- I... um

"Great job, chicken brain. The hero I absolutely didn't need right now"

Mozart: "I- uh- uhm,,,, uhhhh- I... um"...? I understand 15 languages and troglodyte isn't one of them. If you have nothing to say then leave.

MC: wait I-

Mozart: you didn't even knock. Are you really that impolite or did you grow up in a cave or something?

It hadn't even been 30 seconds and you had already been owned so hard not even a burnt Thanksgiving turkey could compare to this level of roasting, but there was no way in hell you were going to give up just for some edgy frail-looking man spouting some insults at you. You could probably smash him to the ground if you wanted, maybe... actually it would probably end with him snapping your neck like a twig, but at least the will to punch him was there.

You were ready to talk back with a savage comeback of your own, but before your mind could send the input to your mouth, his curt tone cut you off.

Mozart: Staring at people is a normal thing for future people? Makes me pity mankind. Get out.

...as kind as ever, the pianist! Kinda makes you want to kick him in the shins but you kept that thought to yourself.

As you were about to leave, two pair of footsteps got nearer to you from the corridor. Turning your head to the side you saw the clown duo making its way to the room, and you knew they were the ones who could provide you with the perfect chance to either succeed in your intent or bring you to a violent death.

Arthur: Oh my, what's happening in here? Is our wolfie making a move on our lovely MC before I can ask her out on a date myself?

Dazai: Good evening, Toshiko-san! Is something the matter?

And if this was your only opportunity, then you were going to use all your cards from the beginning. Mustering the best puppy eyes you could manage, you turned to the couple, and with a slightly whiny tone that resembled a half plea for help, you said:

MC: Ah, Arthur, Dazai-san! I just wanted to ask Mozart if I could listen to him playing the piano but he did nothing but be mean to me the whole time! I didn't even speak a word and he's already told me to leave twice~

Mozart: Which you didn't. So now I'm telling you a third time, leck mich. (=bug off)

Catching your subtle hint and feeling in the right mood to mess with the other fellow vampire, they decided to fan the flames of his annoyance by bringing in the discussion that one thing they knew he abhorred talking about.

Arthur: "Leck mich"? Why, Wolfie, you surprise me! You really haven't changed from your youth days, haven't you? My dear MC, did you know that the genius pianist here wrote a song called "Leck mich im Arsch"? A song about licking bums!

Dazai: Buttholes!

Arthur: Arseholes!

Dazai: Bungholes!

This was NOT the type of conversation you would've expected to have in a house full of historically important figures of such caliber, and foremost you were so close to bursting into a raging fit of laughter that only the scary aura of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was preventing you to do so. Despite the amusement you were worried the vein on his temple would explode and show you something you did not sign up for.

Mozart: Haven't I already told you not to bring that up?

Dazai: My, what a chilling smile, Wolfie-kun! Keep that up and you'll scare all the ladies away~

MC: pft——— what ladies?

Mozart: What are you laughing about, dumbass

Arthur: Woah, woah, woah! That's not the proper way to speak to a lady, Mozie! Bad wolf, bad!

Mozart: Did you take me for a dog, you four eyed caveman?

The more the snow white haired man was filled with rage, the more the situation escalated into something even more ridiculous , so much that in the midst of it you didn't even mind the recent insult.

But something was nagging you at the back of your mind. Why did someone as much as a clean freak as him write a song about licking ass? Though you realized Arthur probably gave you the literal translation just to be more direct about his bullying, you guessed it still was something pretty vulgar for someone like him. although you had to admit that the gracious idea you had of him crumbled away the second he opened his mouth

MC: I would've never expected someone like you to write such a song...

Mozart: What are you talking about?

MC: Uhm, you know, you're pretty neat, you don't let anyone touch your piano because of their 'filthy hands'... a piece about butts is a bit...

Mozart: I was still young at the time. My humor used to be different from now, people change in the span of 100 years, you know?

Arthur: Sense of humor? I wasn't aware you had one!

Mozart: Ahahah, so very funny, you stupid tratschtante (=gossip aunt)

Dazai: Maa maa (=now, now ; ara ara maa maa), I don't think the song is that out of character. After all, "licking butts" still has the idea of cleaning something, doesn't it?

Everyone: ...

Arthur: ...That was a bit too much

MC: Yeah, it was.

Mozart: Disgusting. This is why I dont like you people

MC: Wait, so can I listen to-

Mozart: Scram. All of you.

[f33itan]

💛⚜️Pᴀʀᴛ 1: Tᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪs Gᴏʟᴅᴇɴ⚜️💛 (From my Wattpad)

A/N: Ok, this was something a mutual of mine said here on Tumblr, and I decided to write a oneshot about it. Might be very VERY slight angst, nothing bad enough to actually be put under that umbrella though, anyways, enjoy this, and ty for the reads! :)

CW: MENTIONS OF RAPE, DEGRADATION, AND MORE FOUL WORDS THAN USUAL. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

B/N: Your Mother's boyfriend's name

M/N: Mother's name

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"Oi, Y/N! Go get me another pack of beer from the store!"

"Yes father!" Damn that pig looking bitch. I'm just some fucking girl, trying to protect her mom from this demon of a person! Heck, he's not EVEN a person! He's the devil himself!! Man, I wish dad was here...

When you were in about 7th grade, your real father got killed in a massacre a couple cities over. He was not only a police officer, but a great father and husband as well. He treated you and your mother amazingly, and you thought life couldn't get anymore perfect, but soon that all went down hill. After his death, your mother's health depleted and she felt empty inside. She needed somebody else to make her complete. She decided to call an old friend from high school, and next thing you know he moved in. He seemed like a nice guy at first, but soon enough he was beating you guys mercilessly, enough to leave large bruises and scars whenever you didn't do exactly what he asked, in your eyes though, it was more of an order. You hated being ordered around, but you hated your mother getting beaten around even more. It seemed like a blessing that he hasn't tried to rape her, but god knows what he'll do, he's unpredictable

With all of this happening, you decided to tell him you were doing some "extra curricular" classes in college, but what you were actually doing was taking the Hunter's Exam and learning nen. Your biological father was kind-hearted and fun to be around, but he was also strict and sometimes a bit harsh, though he always meant well. Before his passing, all three of you would go out on the weekends to train, exercise, or do something that would enhance your body power and brain power. Because of this, all of you were exceptionally smart, and bodies all well toned. Sometimes your excursions would be going to a park and practicing a sport, driving to the snow and sledding, skiing, snowboarding, and every once in a while going to another state to zip line, try animal encounters, or take a family friendly class in that state's heritage and customs.

Since you were accustomed to hard core training and events, you thought the Hunter's Exam was quite fun, and was a test to your skills. After that, you were scouted out by a strong nen user by the name of Biscuit Krueger. You and her had lots of fun training, and with her pushing your limits to the utmost best, you turned out to be a specialist.

(Whenever I imagine myself in Hunter x Hunter, this is always my nen type and stuff LMAO)

Your power was called, Black shadow. You could have up to 10 weapons on hand, completely subjected to doing your bidding. These weapons were linked to you through blood, and they were surrounded with a substance that appeared to be black mist. The weapons you most preferred to practice with and use were your katana, blood string, and scythe. You could also make a weapon yours by cutting a fingertip and letting the blood drip onto the weapon, altering the appearance then gaining that black "mist", showing that it was now yours. The downside to this technique was that those "shadows and mist remnants" were your sleep. The darkness in your mind and the shadows all around you were taken and used for that power. In turn, you were always tired, yawning, and had bags under your eyes. Another plus side though was that you had a nen created chamber that had every weapon you owned. A girl can have some fun toys, can't she? You had tools for torture (whenever you took an opportunity to try it), many varieties of weapons, and of course, more snacks. But unlike B/N, you didn't have just fatty snacks. You had regeneration potions, healthy snacks, and special nen created "snacks" to help with different things, which all of these you had collected through pulling some strings. Your mother was worried, but you said it was all just college things. Yeah, just college things..

Ill make that pig bitch pay for what he has done to my mother!

Feitan POV -or whats going on with him- :

"What time, is it.."

"8 AM Fei!"

"Shut up, green eyes, too loud."

"Oh Fei don't be rude! It's mean!"

"That's, the point."

"Oh wait, Shalnark, what this?"

"What do you mean?"

"This... gold string?"

"OI SHALNARK, FEITAN, COME ERE' REAL QUICK!"

"Phinks, what, do you, want-" Phinks just ignored his question and pointed to the TV.

This is Channel 12, reporting live from York New City Town Square. People all over the city are claiming to be seeing a string tied to their left ring finger, leading them to some unknown destination! What is this string? Who put it there?-

"AY AY IM ON TV! THE STRING THINGY JUST LEAD ME TO THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND NOW WERE DATING! SUPER AWESOME!"-

I apologize for the interference, but this string appears t be leading people to.. partners? Soulmates? Find out tomorrow morning, this is Amy Starwick from Channel 12, signing out.

"What. The. FUCK."

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOODNESS HOLY SHIT FEITAN YOU HAVE A SOULMATE!!"

"Nope-"

"YESS YOU DOOOOOOO"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CHEERY BITCH-"

"No❤️" Since Feitan was on his last nerve with Shalnark, he decided to stomp over towards Chrollo in the main room, but Chrollo just chuckled.

"Wanna go find your soulmate? See if that things real?" Feitan just stared at the ground, lightly shifting his feet.

"Go ahead, I don't mind."

"Just, doing it, out of, curiosity."

"Mhm, curiosity, go find them." And with that, he was dismissed. Feitan wanted to say it was curiosity, but deep down he had this feeling there was something else, but what was it? It made his stomach tingle and he didn't like it one bit. He tried to ignore all of this, and just shrugged it off...

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Your POV + some Feitan POV:

"Alright, today's the day, he'll be at his work, and on his break, i'll set the plan in motion.." Both me and mom don't like him, and I don't know about her, but I sure hate him, every ounce of him. The plan is simple: 1. Capture mom's boyfriend, 2. Take him to an abandoned building, 3. Torture him and get all of the answers I need, and 4. Kill him. His break is at 12, and he usually goes to get takeout every other Friday, what a pig. I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.

Time: 11:30 AM

Ok, I have everything ready. Fully energized to the utmost extent, Elixirs to bring him back in case he passes out too early, and- what? He's leaving for lunch early? PERFECT! You ran behind some buildings and hid in a two-way alleyway, waiting for him to pass by...

Here we go..

One..

Two..

THREE!

You covered his head with a sack, and took his phone out of his back pocket. Before heading over to your post, you laced the inside of the sack with some sleeping powder and pressed it against his nose and mouth. Within moments he passed out, and you typed in what you hoped to be his password, which was correct. Around 12:30, you were going to text one of his coworkers that he would be "going to a restaurant across town, and ditching work for a day, not wanting to see his stupid good for nothing girlfriend or his dumb daughter." You knew he called you both this because of going through his text messages when he wasn't looking or when he was sleeping. Little did you know that somebody was watching you from afar.

"Hmm... So, she, my, what do people, call it.. soulmate? Seems, interesting..."

Time: 12:00 PM

"Jesus, I new he was a fat ass but I didn't know he weighed this much!" You were tugging him from his legs through the back ways of York New. You wanted to find a secluded area, where once you were done with him you could just toss him somewhere for the birds and maggots to eat. After walking for what seemed like hours, you came across a set of abandoned buildings, specifically the one you laid out some extra things. A couple extra weapons, some towels, a change of clothes, a chair and some rope, a couple of flashlights, and of course, some snacks. Lucky for you, the douchebag you've been dragging around like a rag doll was still out cold, so you picked him up and tossed him on the chair, tying his wrists, ankles and neck to the chair.

"Maaannn, this is boring!! When the hell are you gonna wake up?!" As if on queue, you saw his eyes start to flutter open, and you immediately grabbed your box cutter. It wasn't a weapon used by your nen, but it was quite effective.

"What.. who.. wait- Y/N!? WHAT THE FUCK?! UNTIE ME NOW BEFORE I BEAT YOUR ASS!!" you didn't notice it, but Feitan was watching from the building over.

What, the fuck? Why she kidnap him? That pig? Why? Confusing, gotta keep, watching.

You shoved the box cutter into his left cheek, and you bathed in the glory of hearing his screams of pain.

"How does this feel, you bitch? Everything you've done to my dear mother, everything you've done to me, and heck, YOU WERE PROBABLY BEHIND MY DAD'S MURDER DURING THAT FUCKING MASSACRE!!" B/N noticed the tears in your eyes, and took this to his advantage.

"So what if I was? Both of your parents were pathetic anyways."

"NO THEY AREN'T! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY MY MOTHER'S LIKE THIS NOW! YOUR THE FUCKING REASON FOR EVERYTHING SHITTY THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!!"

"Heh, hehe.. hahaHAHAHA! YOU KNOW GOD DAMNED WELL THAT ALL OF YOU ARE PATHETIC! WANNA KNOW WHY I GOT WITH YOUR MOM!? BECAUSE SHES HOT. AND SHE HAD GOOD MONEY FROM YOUR FUCKING DAD. YOU KNOW WHAT I WAS GONNA DO?! YOU KNOW WHY I TOOK OFF EARLY TODAY?! I WAS GONNA RAPE YOUR MOTHER AND MAKE YOU WATCH, THEN KILL BOTH OF YOU AND RUN OFF WITH ALL OF YOUR MONEY!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S IRONIC?! I DON'T HAVE ONE. SINGLE. FUCKING. REGRET. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOUR DAD, YOU SOULDN'T HAVE HAD THE NERVE TO DO THIS, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ABORTED!!"

You couldn't handle this anymore, tears were falling down your face rapidly as you grabbed the duct tape and closed his mouth shut.

"I don't give a fuck about what you say.. I'm going to kill you here. This is your grave. Someday, I'll join you in hell, and when I do, I'll torture you again, and the Devil will laugh. You just watch and ducking wait you, you.. PATHETIC WORTHLESS PIG ASS SLOPPY ASS NASTU FUCKING BITCH!" With that, you grabbed a couple super worms in each hand and shoved them into his ears. Even with the duct tape, you could hear his screams of agony as the worms dug deeper into his ears. You then got our your katana and slashed him across the stomach, and shoved even more worms into that open wound of his. Quickly, you poured a large bottle of the elixir you had brought over him to keep him from dying so quickly. Box cutter still in hand, you carved small lines all over his arms and legs, then ripped off the tape to hear his desperate cries. You imagined he wanted to be dead, but you didn't care. His pain and you pain mixed together and you just started laughing. You through your head back and let yourself laugh. all of the pain this man has caused you and your mom will be repayed today.

But the pressure and stress was too much to handle. Your laughing of victory soon turned into screams and more tears, as you let yourself fall to the ground, not even noticing you didn't hit it hard, something had caught you, or someone..

What the shit am I doing?

Am I really going to kill him?

What's wrong with me?

What will mother think?

What would dad do?

What am I doing with my life?

You soon snapped out of all of those negative thoughts though, as you noticed something caressing your face lightly.

"Rest, now. He, won't die, so quickly. I'm, Feitan." You were a sniffling and crying mess, so all you could do was rush into Feitan's chest and cry. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. He had no idea what he was doing, for he had only seen this kind of skin on skin contact in movies. So, he did what those people in the movies did.

"Don't, worry... It's all, going to be.. okay."

Word Count (Including author notes, etc) : 2251

-Wrote February 3, 2021-

Unedited sorry about that lol-

Part 1...

[tartagilicious]

my title for this doc is ‘this is for hypnos you big fat white nasty smellin fat bitch’ // w.c: 1091 // requested by @jewelwayne101​:

I discovered you through the oneshot of victor comforting MC when she doesnt want to cry and it was amazing! Im relatively late to MLQC and had went on youtube watching everything and in the newest chapters my heart is heavy and dead from my two favourite bois (Gavin and Victor) not remembering MC. Could you do a scenario of MC with Gav and Vic (separately) her trying to jog their memories desperately and says a certain word or line that makes them remember something about them? Sorry it's long. 

[rewrite… if I can by ailee] 

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i don’t want us to be strangers again.

the people I cherish, holding such a dear place in my memory, will never be cast aside. I had thought the decision was unanimous, obvious, even, but with the way they look at me now — I know something went wrong along the way.

But, that’s just how it is. There are no traces of my existence in this winter world; not in my company, not in my friends, not even in them. I have to force myself to be wary of familiar faces — of the people who’d done nothing but help me in the past, yet know nothing of me now.

Victor was one of the first people I encountered. The cold-hearted man I’d grown to entrust my life to remained mostly unchanged not minding my existence. But I could see the way he looked at me. I knew it was different, but I had no idea it would affect me so much.

I miss the warm affection in his eyes, how ever much it may have contradicted his fiery tongue. Just knowing I may never see it again saddens me.

“...You aren’t being serious are you?”

I remember the words that came out of my mouth clear as day in that intersection. Said with every ounce of emotion I could fit into them, I was sure that it would resonate with something inside him.

My chest deflated when he only struck me with a confused look.

“You don’t recognise me? My name is ___, you’re my boss and one of the best friends I have. You were there with me during the HBS scandal. You went ten years into the future and stopped that version of yourself from killing me!” I’m cut off by a sob rising in my throat, but hoarsely, I stubbornly keep going.

“You sat by me, holding me back while I tried to piece together a broken glass, all while whispering some of the most thoughtful things anyone’s ever told me. Does none of that sound familiar?”

Victor looked uncharacteristically cool watching my tears begin to spill over, doing nothing more than offering me a few words and a pat of encouragement.

I raised my eyes to meet his, lip quivering as I said, “I would do anything for you to call me a dummy right now. For falling for such a... stupid, and childish prank.”

Victor was silent as I wiped away my tears, but even then, I didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed. Whether with recognition or annoyance, I was afraid to know, but then he finally spoke.

“I should call you a dummy.” He nodded, seemingly in agreement with my out of pocket statement. “That somehow.. feels right for you.”

Things have changed.

The concept finally settled in my brain, though albeit uncomfortably, when I found myself pinned to a wall of an alleyway some days later.

I cried out as Gavin applied more pressure to my wrists, an inch away from moulding them into the concrete. Unlike Victor, I could barely garner the courage to look Gavin in the eye -- he was acting nothing like I’ve seen, defensive and unrestrained as opposed to his usual friendly yet diligent personality.

“Why are you following me?”

I winced and squeezed my eyes shut when his grip tightened in my silence, a meek sound escaping me that surely meant nothing to that Gavin.

“...How could you ask me that?” I whispered hesitantly, not daring to open my eyes to his reaction. “Please stop… you’re hurting me.”

He didn’t move any further, but I knew it didn’t go over his head.

“Don’t make me ask twice. Who are you, and why are you following me?”

I realised I had a decision to make. Victor was a special case, but say anything out of line around Gavin or the rest, and I could very well end up either captured or dead. I could still offer them a bit to jog their memory-I could never skip attempting-but I would have to be smart about it.

So, I took a deep breath and forced one eye open. Gavin was very close to me, but his eyes have no semblance of the affection this distance would normally require. He looked unharacteristically impatient.

“...My name is ___.” I start slowly, gauging his reaction carefully before looking him in the eye.

“I went to highschool with you -- I was the year below you. I met you again when you applied with the STF to oversee me and transferred back to Loveland.”

Gavin only listened, so I took that as my opportunity to pepper in some more recent things.

“We used to look after Perry together. You always fly over to my apartment to pick up the meals I make you. You saved me from falling from a building, from being shot in the head, bleeding out on the side of the road, and god knows how many other things--”

“Stop.” He commanded. The dangerous look in his eyes had diminished considerably, but was not gone. Part of me wanted to say that I noticed a reminiscent look swimming around somewhere, but I didn’t want to hurt myself with anymore lies.

“Do you happen to work in the media?”

I perked up, suddenly hopeful. “Yes! I’m a producer, but how did you know? Do you remember me?”

“No. You just talk a lot.”

I resisted a groan. That definitely isn’t something I’m used to hearing come out of Gavin’s mouth.

“Just let me go, then.” I said bitterly, wiggling without thinking too hard about it. “If you don’t know me, then please, don’t waste any more of my time.”

I have other people to find.

Gavin eyed me curiously. I stopped moving for a second and couldn’t help but give him an exasperated look.

“Gavin--”

He interjects. “I’m not wasting your time. Don’t you think I’m here for a reason? Don’t give up so easily.”

“..What?” My brows knit delicately, confusion evident in my gaze.

Gavin blinks, and in an instant, he seems just as caught off guard as I am.

“It… just seemed like the right thing to say.”

Fate works in mysterious ways. From ending up in a world where I don’t exist to flipped personalities, I still prefer to think that everything is happening for a reason rather than the alternative. But, whether or not destruction is imminent, that isn’t up to fate, and that will never change. With my own hand, I will rewrite this world.

[pinkykitten]

to the Future

Marvel 

Yon-Rogg x pregnant! female reader

Warning: none

Specifics: drabble / blurb, pregnant reader, romance, fluff, comedy, race neutral reader

People: yon-rogg, carol danvers 

Words: 835

Requested: By anon If you still do requests, how about a Yon-Rogg X Reader maybe either she finds out she is pregnant or he asks her to marry him?

Authors Note: i did not re read this so if there are typos im sorry im just really lazy atm so pls forgive me. also i am accepting avengers: endgame requests so if you want to request cool if you dont...thats cool too it like whatever you want fam. thnx for requesting and for reading i think u guys r great and just amazing!

(not my gif! do not own!)

Your heart pounded at a quick rate as you stared at the sign. Your hands were sweating and clammy. Your lips became dry and you almost fainted. 

“How could this possibly be?” The question filled your mind as you pondered over your future. It echoed in your head, making you think the worst. 

“What if doesn’t want it?”

You quickly went to your most trusted friend, knowing she would know what to do. 

“Vers! Vers!” You shouted as you looked around her room to spot her presence. 

“Hey, what happened?” She was by your side in a second. She look worried and she held onto your shoulders, trying to comfort you. You were having a panic attack. Fear consumed you as you took short breaths, your eyes searching for something to relax on. “Look at me y/n! Look at me. You’re gonna be okay, tell me whats wrong.”

With a quiver in your voice, you looked up into her eyes. Your lips quivered as you spoke those few words that seemed foreign to you. “Vers...I’m pregnant.”

Carol eyes opened and she was shocked. She sat down with you and she grabbed onto you hand, “do you know-”

You nodded, “yes...Yon-Rogg.” For a minute you thought Carol was going to be angry with you. Heck you assumed she would scold you but instead she smiled. “What are you smiling for?”

“You guys are so cute together! You two make a great couple. I don’t see why you don’t tell him, like you should be saying this great news to him not to me!”

You stood up and paced around her room, “see the thing is I don’t know what he’s gonna say. What if he hates kids? What if he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? There are just so many things that could go wrong.”

Carol stood in front of you and hugged you, “but you see there are also many things that could go right. You need to tell him y/n and if he doesn’t like it then you know you’ll always have me.”

You grinned and thanked her. 

“But just know my fist will have a nice greeting with his face,” she called to you as you left.

As you stood by the training room door you felt the whole world getting smaller to you. It felt like the spot light was on you. You were nervous, not wanting to hear what he had to say. 

With every ounce of courage you walked in and with your head held up high you looked directly at the man you loved.

“Yon-Rogg?”

He looked back at you and gave you a grin, “yes my love. What is the matter?”

You sat down on the benches and played with your fingers, “there is something I need to discuss with you.”

Yon-Rogg was worried and sat beside you. “Go on.”

“I don’t know how else to say this...but I am...pregnant.”

Your eyes were closed, not wanting any rejection if it came. You looked at his face and saw he was...expressionless!

“Well!”

“I don’t know what to say...”

You crossed your arms, “well say something. Please.”

“Well I was going to do this a little days later but since now we are having a child then I feel this is the most appropriate times.”

Yon-Rogg stood in front of you with his hand on his heart. “My love, my dear y/n. You and me know how difficult it was for me to have this relationship with you. I was stuck in my ways but you brought me out and made me see that life was more than not having emotions. It felt odd at first but now I depend and look forward to feeling, and I do indeed when I see you or hear your name, or your voice. You make me feel. You make me love, to understand, to have compassion. You have brought the best out of me and I am truly thankful to you for that so following that I would like to ask you a very important question...”

Yon-Rogg got down on one knee and pulled a bright orange box with iridescent scales on top of it. “My y/n l/n, would you do me the honors of marrying me?”

He opened the box and the ring on top was spectacular. It was a purple diamond, it sparkled and shone like the universe, like space. You started to cry. Putting your hand on your mouth to muffle the cries of happiness. 

“Oh Yon-Rogg,” you slid on your knees to hug him. He then put the ring on, kissing you on the lips and then your stomach. 

“I love you and this bundle of joy we will have. I will love it and cherish it throughout the rest of my days. Thank you y/n...for bringing me such happiness. I do truly love you.”

He gave you another kiss on the lips and you just basked in all the joy, and looked forward to the future. 

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[arthurs-wife]

Can I make a request for young Arthur x f reader where she’s been a part of the gang for a little while now and Arthur hasn’t exactly warmed up to her yet (because he’s been going through shit with Mary & Eliza) but on her birthday he gets her her own horse as an official initiation into the gang? I think it would be cute af

(anon youre great thank u for the prompt but also help im kind of in love with this AU now????)

You ran a hand through your hair, shorter than it had been since you were a toddler. The barber held a mirror in front of you and you grimaced at your reflection. At least you didn’t have to look at it for long.

The hot summer sun beat down on your face as you exited the Saloon in Tumbleweed. You wished to shit you had a horse so you wouldn’t have to trek your way back to camp in this damn hellstorm.

It was two miles back to camp and you settled in for a walk. Part of you hoped someone would come looking for you, but you knew they were all back at camp getting hammered. After a dry spell, Dutch had taken to spending most of his time in his tent, ignoring everyone, including his lover Annabelle. You only knew about this because you were the only one who would listen to her drunken tales of how Dutch just didn’t care anymore.

Hosea and Bessie were often found in a corner of the camp, whispering excitedly at one another, occasionally throwing up their hands and walking away. You had grown quite fond of Bessie, looking up to her like a mother. Bessie had shown you most of the skills you held today, including sewing a button to your coat, skinning a deer, and shooting a man through the skull.

Arthur.

You let out an audible huff at the mere thought of the man, scaring a poor blue bird from a tree.

In the 18 months you had known the man, he had said a total of five words to you. Probably more, honestly. You had a habit of over exaggerating things, which was one of the habits he seemed to like the least about you. Not that it seemed like he enjoyed anything about you. Just before you joined the gang, he had lost his son and former lover, something you could not comprehend, so you kept your distance.

You thought maybe it was because he just didn’t want to get close to anyone, but several months after you joined, he met a woman named Mary. She was beautiful, funny, and wormed her way into Arthur’s heart immediately. There was something off-putting about her, but of course you kept your thoughts to yourself. You had aligned yourself with Arthur’s late wife and son, not trusting of any new person to get in the way. It seemed the rest of the camp agreed with you silently.

“It ain’t right for a woman to come in benefittin’ off a man’s sufferin’ like that,” Bessie had confessed to you over snapping beans one evening. You nodded your head but kept your mouth shut.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice the clopping of hooves behind you.

“Hey! Y/n!”

It was Arthur, damn it. Truth be told, you had found yourself drawn towards him, as surly and cantankerous as he could be. He slowed his horse and trotted up to you, standard grimace taking residence on his otherwise gorgeous face.

“Where the hell have you been?” he shot at you.

“Town,” you sniped back, “that okay?”

He grumbled, “of course it’s okay. Just need you to be back before nightfall. Dutch wants us to stay low.”

You look around, holding out your hands and looking pointedly at the sun.

He rolls his eyes and holds out a hand.

You take it and head on his horse’s back, crossing your arms because you were actually twelve years old and couldn’t just talk about your emotions like an normal person. Arthur spurred his horse and headed to camp.

“Did you have a good day, Arthur?” you ask, attempting a modicum of normalcy.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes on the road. Perhaps he really just didn’t like you.

The trip to camp was in silence, like it usually was.

Miss Grimshaw met you both at the outskirts and helped you down.

“Where have you been dear?” she asked, fussing over you. It was sweet but you wish she wouldn’t sometimes, it made you feel like a child again.

“Just up in town,” you brushed off, “had to get out for a bit.”

“I understand,” she clucked, brushing some hair out of your face, “I like what you’ve done with your hair.”

“Thank you,” you smiled as Arthur walked past you both wordlessly.

“And hello to you too, Arthur,” she called after him. He held up a hand. “He just hasn’t been the same since Mary left,” she shook her head at you, leading you to the kitchen wagon, “good riddance she may be.”

“He seemed happy when she was around,” you pointed out, as much as it pained you.

“It’s better he greive on his own,” she said, pouring you out some soup, “without the aid of some woman coming along thinking she could fix him.”

You nodded and started in on your soup, looking across the camp to where Arthur sat nursing a beer. Did you think you could fix him?

____________________

A clear blue sky greeted you in the morning. You stretched out and threw your sleeping cover off of you and turned over to face the campfire.

“Ack!”

Arthur was two feet away from you, holding a cup of coffee and nursing one of his own.

“Get up.”

“I was getting up,” you said groggily, pushing yourself to your feet, “until someone interrupted that process and now here we are-”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, holding out a cup of coffee to you.

“What do you know,” you said, sipping your coffee, “it can be nice it if wants.”

“Take a walk with me.”

“Are you gonna shoot me out back?”

“What? No,” he shook his head and started out of the camp, “just come on. Damn fool of a woman.”

You walked for a bit in silence, no one in the camp was up yet. It was serene, listening to the birds and watching the sun rise higher and higher into the sky.

After a while you finally spoke up.

“Are we heading into town?”

“Yeah.”

“What for?”

“I figure it’s about time I put my grievances aside and speak with you,” he started, “one adult to another.”

You were shocked.

“W-what do you mean?”

Arthur tapped the brim of his hat and looked at a loss for once.

“Ever since Eliza and my boy,” he started and shook his head, “ever since then I haven’t been able to cultivate relationships right with people.”

“Arthur,” you stopped him, “you don’t have to explain yourself to me. What happened with them was a tragedy, one I have no business commenting on.”

“Be that as it may,” he went on, “you’re here with us now and you’ve proven yourself time and again. It’s time I start showing you the respect you’ve earned.”

Town was in sight now, the early morning risers beginning to stir in the streets.

“Well I appreciate it Arthur,” you said finally, hoping that this could be the start of some kind of relationship with the man. You weren’t picky.

“Come on,” he pointed, “over here.”

He led you to the stables where three horses were lined up in their stalls, a Tennessee Walker, an Apaloosa, and a beautiful Grullo Dun Mustang. You were instantly drawn to her.

“Hi-ya Arthur!” the stableman greeted, “this your friend you were talking about?”

“Mornin’,” Arthur raised a hand, “this is y/n. Y/n, meet your new horse.” He pointed to the mustang and it took every ounce of strength to not squeal wildly.

“My new horse?” You asked, cautiously approaching the animal.

“It’s been more than long enough,” Arthur shrugged as if he wasn’t presenting you with the most amazing thing in the world, “started saving up months ago when I saw her.”

“This beauty will stand up to just about anything,” the stableman said, bringing out a worn saddle and strapping it onto the horse’s back, “just give her a name and she’s all yours.”

He led the horse out by her reins and brought her to you. You held a hand out and let the horse come to you. The horse nuzzled her nose into your palm and you felt true love, right there.

“Calliope.”

“Calli-oh-what?”

“Calliope,” you sighed, moment broken, “the Greek muse of beauty and song?”

“Well I don’t know nothin’ about that,” Arthur gruffed but looked pleased all the same.

The pair of you waved goodbye to the stableman and led your horses outside. You turned to Arthur and hugged him tightly, receiving a hesitant pat on the back in return.

“Thank you Arthur,” you said, mounting your horse and setting off on a trot to match Arthur’s speed, “really, this means a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, “well Happy Birthday anyway.”

Color you just the damned most breathless thing on earth.

“How did you know?”

“I’m not as oblivious as I look,” he said, grinning at you from the brim of his hat, “and your hair looks nice too.

You were in a lot of trouble.

[sunflowerstache]

A Happy Man (Part 2)

A/N: Hello beauties! This is the sequel to my first ever angst piece “You’ll Be Okay” and I really love it! It’s loosely based off the song Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett! As always, if you enjoyed/have questions/comments/suggestions/all of the above, please let me know! I love hearing from y'all so much and I love you all to bits!

Word Count: 3.1k

Masterlist            Part 1

“Have a nice Saturday love.”

Your phone buzzed on the end table next to your spot on the couch, indicating another incoming message from Harry. And just like every other day, you left the message unanswered. For the past 4 days, like clockwork, he had sent you a text at exactly 8:15am, wishing you a good day, and another at 9:30pm reminding you that he loves you. After walking out of yours and Harry’s hotel’s room 4 days ago, you had immediately flown home and showed up a sobbing mess at your parent’s doorstep. Upon the door opening, you found your father raising a baseball bat and your mother hidden on the staircase, in fear of an intruder – as it was the early hours of the morning – a sight you would laugh at if it were any other circumstance. Once your parents realized it was just you, and that you were a wreck, they quickly ushered you inside and to the couch, so you could explain what was wrong. That was days ago, and here you were, still seated in the same spot, staring off into space while your parents watched from the entryway.

“She’s going to start growing into the couch if she doesn’t move Y/M/N.” your dad whispered, or at least whispered as much as a dad was capable.

There was a small thud, and you knew your mom had gently smacked your father’s chest, “He meant a lot to her. She just needs some time.”

“And she can hear you both.” You turned your head to look at the two of them huddled together. “I appreciate you letting me crash here, but you don’t have to dote over me. I’m a big girl. Go to the Christmas Tree Shop or whatever it is you retired folk do.” You tried to crack a smile, but you knew it looked more like grimace.

“Oh hunny, you don’t have to thank us. You’re our baby, of course you are always welcome here.” Your mom cooed as she scuttled across the room to sit next to you and run her fingers through your hair, “Everything’s going to work itself out. I promise.”

“My offer still stands monkey. You let me know where he is, and I’ll go have a nice little chat with Harold.” Your dad smiled, still standing at the entryway.

“No dad. The last thing I want is for you to talk to him right now. It would only make things worse. I mean, I didn’t break up with him. I just told him I needed time. So that’s what I’m doing. Taking some time.” You took a deep breath, talking more to yourself than to your parents now, “Not broken up.”

~~~

“She broke up with me, mum.” Harry’s groan was muffled by the thick white duvet as he laid face down on his hotel bed, still in yesterday’s clothes. “I’ve tried to talk to her every day, and there’s no reply.” Similarly to Y/N, Harry had spent the last 4 days in the same position; wallowing in self-pity and crying to his mother.

“She didn’t my dear. You told me what she said, and she just needs some time.” Anne was seated next to her son, running her hands through his short curls, “You have to understand where she’s coming from. The two of you have been strong for two years, this is just a small bump. Everyone goes through them.”

“Not us, mum. We don’t do this. We never fight, and we never walk away from each other. We’re best friends. Or, we were at least.”

“The two of you are two peas in a pod, don’t doubt that Harry. You have a very busy life, and I mean this with every ounce of love I have for you,” Harry turned his head to peak out from under the blanket to look at Anne, “but you do tend to put quite a lot on your plate. And you never were one for clearing your plate. You’ve been so focused on finding things to keep you busy during this time off, that you’ve put some things to the back burner. Some important things.”

It was like Harry was transported back in time, listening to the bustling streets below while everyone carried on with their lives. Like he wasn’t losing his mind 14 floors above their heads. He knew his mum was right. He always wanted to have a plan a, and a plan b, and plan c, but there was never a risk for that lifestyle before. Never the chance for his precisely planned life to cause such an uproar. But here he was, a weeping, snotty, mess because he planned for everything except his love leaving him.

“Let me ask you, Harry. All of the money, the designer clothes, the followers, notoriety, is it all what’s most important to you? Would you be the happiest with only that?”

His head was shaking before Anne could even finish her questions. There was no doubt in his mind that everything he has, everything his unprecedented luck has been able to provide him, meant nothing if he had no one to share it with. No one to come home to laugh about cute fan encounters with. Nothing without anyone to call up when the silence of empty hotel rooms becomes too much.  “Absolutely not.”

“Then in your heart, you know what to do.” She nodded and patted Harry’s back before getting up and disappearing through the front door.

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“Alright, look munchkin. I love you, you know that. But the ass that’s supposed to be making a dent in the couch is mine. I didn’t retire for you to beat me to it.” Your dad plopped down on the couch next to you. “You have a bed upstairs for that.”

“Can’t dad. ‘ve got pictures of him up there. Don’t wanna look at them right now.” You paused, hearing your mother on the phone, for the 4thtime today, “Who she keep talking to?”

You heard him huff next to you, “Who knows. She’s always got something new to gossip about these days. This week, it’s been about Martha leaving the office to go to the company upstairs.”

You were thankful for your dad. While your mother was always the one to sit you down and talk some sense into you when something was going awry, your dad was the comedic relief you needed. He always knew how to take your mind off of the seriousness of life. Which Is exactly what you needed right now.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, ya know, because of the reason you’re here and all, but you smell kid. I don’t know how it works across the pond, but over here we have these things called showers. It’s real neat, you go in and wash you-“

“Oh my god, shut up dad. We have showers for fucks sake.” You laughed, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, the soft murmur of Netflix and your soft breathing filled the air.

“Everything’s going to work out darling. Everyone goes through a rough patch, and it was about time the two of you had yours.” He stopped for a moment, “You know, your mother and I separated for a couple of months.”

Your head shot up at that and looked wide eyed at your father. For your entire life, you idolized your parent’s relationship and wished for nothing more than to achieve what they have. You never would have imagined that they went through any sort of issues. “No you didn’t! When?”

“You were about a year old. I was working double shifts every week while she stayed home with you. She wanted to be able to be there for you every day, watch you grow, and I would have loved nothing more, but someone had to pay for all the diapers you shit in.” you both chuckled, “Me not being home was too much for her and she told me she needed time. Sound familiar?”

“How’d you get past it?”

“I had been staying with your uncle for a couple months, and then woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and told myself I was an idiot for walking away so easily. So, I went back to the house, sat her down, told her how much I loved her and that I was working so hard so that the two of you could have the best lives possible. That’s all I want – the two of you to be happy and not worry about anything.”

The tears were starting to form in your eyes, thinking about how similar your situation is to what your parents went through. Not wanting to sit and cry in front of your dad, again, you patted his knee and stood up.

“About time I go shower, yeah? Wash this stink off.” you smiled and made your way to the staircase, leading to the second floor of your childhood home.

“I love you kiddo.” Your dad called after you, making some warmth spread through your relatively cold body.

In any other situation, you would be disgusted with yourself that this was your first shower in 4 days. But showering was the last thing on your mind recently. As you stood under the searing water, you thought over everything your father had said. Everything he spoke about, you knew is how Harry felt. He told you every chance he got that he loved providing for you, loved being able to make you smile. And it didn’t take much. You got so much joy just by watching in achieve the things he dreamed of and standing behind the scenes to see just how much the love of your life has achieved. But that wasn’t what caused your departure. You had watched Harry make room in his busy life for countless people, so why couldn’t he do that for someone he loved? You thought back to your trip to Italy and hung your head. In his own way, you realized, he did.  After canceling your museum tour, he had the two of your sit in bed all night and watch a Italian historical documentary. Brought you to the private hotel pool with a bottle of wine after not being able to go to the beach and left you a note the morning of your cancelled breakfast date. You realized these were all ways he showed you he cared and wasn’t trying to put work ahead of you. And here you were, standing in your parent’s shower, ignoring all his loving messages every day, just so you could justify your leaving. Quickly shutting off the water, you grabbed a towel and made a beeline to your old room, needing to get dressed and find your phone. You had apologizing to do.

You ran down the stairs, after throwing on some old black sweats and a white t-shirt, your hair still dripping from the shower and leaving a trail of water in your path. Getting to the space you were occupying on the couch, you noticed that your phone was no longer on the charger, “Mom! Where did you move my phone?”

No response.

“Seriously mom! I need to use my phone.”

Again, not response, just the sound of glasses clinking in the kitchen.

“I can hear you in the kitchen. If you’re ignoring me because you’re on the phone with someone from the office, talking about Martha again, I swear I’m gon-“ you choked on your sentence upon entering the kitchen, where you expected to find your mother.

The two of you stared at each other like deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to do or say. A wine glass was gently set down, and the room was so silent that you could hear the silent ringing it made when making contact with the marble countertop. You could feel your breathing start to pick up when he licked his lips and whisper a soft “Hi.”

“He – wha – what are you – how did?”

“I called your mom earlier. Told her I wanted to come. See you.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your lip, not knowing how to get past the awkward tension in the air. You had never experienced this with Harry, this foggy unknown feeling. And you hated it.

“Why.”

“Why what?” lines formed on his forehead

“Why – why would you want to see me?

He continued to just stare at you, like you just asked him the meaning of life, with his mouth agape and hands on now resting on top of the counter. “Because I love you. And I’m not letting this be over. I’m not.” He shrugged, “I know you sai-“

“I’m sorry.” You exclaimed, interrupting whatever he was about to say, “I’m sorry for assuming you cared more about work. I’m sorry for blaming you for cancelling things. I’m sorry for leaving. I’m sorry, so sorry.”

Before you knew what was happening, he had raced around the kitchen island and scooped you into his arms before your knees could buckled beneath you. Muffled gasps were coming from between your lips as Harry ran his hands over the back of your head.

“Shhh, hey none of that. It’s alright. You’re okay. I’m here.”

The two of you stayed locked in one another’s arms for what seemed like hours, making up for missing the feel of each other. Missing the way you could feel Harry’s heartbeat on your temple when hugging him. Him missing the feeling of your hands wound around his torso, toying with his back-belt loops. The two of you missing the comforting smell of the other. Slowly, once your crying subsided, Harry backed away slightly so that he could look at you.

“I think we have some stuff to talk about, yeah?” you nodded simultaneously and moved to sit down, facing each other, on the kitchen island stools. He gently picked up both your hands in his own, “Before you say anything, I need you to know I love you. I am so fucking in love with you that it makes my head spin. And when you walked out of that hotel room, I felt like I was drowning.” You moved to apologize again, but he quickly cut you off, “I don’t want to hear another apology out of you. Don’t ever apologize for your feelings. The hurt you’re feeling is yours to feel however you see fit.”

“I just, I don’t want you to think I’m asking you to choose, H. I would never. I know how much your career means to you, it means everything to me too. Watching you succeed and do what you love means the world to me.” You sniffled, trying make sure he understood that you support him in everything he does.

“But I would. I would choose. Because as much as I love the traveling and picking up new projects, and always being busy, I love you more. I love you more than all the sushi I could stomach in Japan. More than the packages Gucci sends me with new clothes. More than there are stars in the sky. So, I’mthe sorry one. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt that, m‘love.” His eyes started to glaze over, accent getting thicker, as the threat of tears grew closer and closer.

“My career has given me more than I could ever ask for. This life I live gives me opportunities I never in a million years could have wished for. But absolutely none of it means anything if you’re not there to share it with me.” The smile that graced Harry’s face was brighter than anything you’ve ever seen on him. His dimples were prominent on his hair covered jaw, small crow’s feet loitered around the corners of his eyes, and his hands tightened in yours.

“But you should be able to do those things without worrying about me. About making sure I’m alright. You’re so young and so successful Harry! You shouldn’t have to worry about how I’m feeling 24/7. You should be able to do what you want, when you want it.  To be your own person.” You argued, knowing that this argument was slowly fleeting, as your love for the man in front of you was overpowering any doubts you had.

“I know who I am, doll. But I also know that I’m better with you. I’m better when I wake up to see your hair sprawled all over the bed. Better when I see you in that black dress that makes it hard for me to breathe. Better when you’re around. So, if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower again, or drive a new sports car, that’s okay.”  he shrugged, seeing your inner turmoil in your eyes, “Because if the only thing that I have in life is your hand in mine, then I could die a happy man.”

You took your hand out of his hold to brush away the tears that had made their way down your puffy cheeks. Guilt flooded through your veins for ever thinking that Harry loved you any less than how he described. So, you leaned forward to place a kiss to his lips, needing him to know you loved him just the same.

“I quite like the Eiffel tower.” You whispered once your lips disconnected from his, and a small chuckle left his lips,

“I know petal. I just want you to know that I don’t need a fancy destination because you’re my great escape. My sense of normalcy in this crazy life. You’re the one I want to repaint the living room while listening to Sinatra radio and dance around the fireplace with.”

You knew when starting this relationship that things would get difficult, what with being in the public eye and all the moving around. But you also knew that it was all worth it. It was worth it when you got to see Harry after walking off stage, after his morning jog, with his tongue sticking out between his lips while jotting things down in his journal. All the scrutiny was worth it when you got to slow dance in the kitchen or lounge all day with Evie. And no amount of rescheduling or cancellations would change that.

“Did you really just try to flex your Gucci deliveries to me?”

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I Would Never Ask You To

A/N:

This is a story that I half wrote about 8 months ago, and despite having the whole story in my head I never finished it. So this is just a warning that read knowing this likely won’t ever be completed. Also, it’s not good but it’s what I got in this head of mine soooooo...

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Harry followed the Slytherin as he had been doing for quite some time. He kept the Invisibility Cloak that once belonged to his father wrapped tightly around him, his steps quiet. Malfoy’s back was stiff as he walked, his body tense and thin. He ducked into Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, and Harry rushed in before the door closed so he wouldn’t be detected. He watched as Malfoy splashed his face with water, his sleeves pulled up. Malfoy looked like shit, and it ate at Harry’s insides. Draco was pale, more so than usual. His cheeks were hollow and the dark circles under his eyes contrasted with the almost white hair that had been knocked loose and was falling on his forehead. Harry glanced down at Draco’s rolled sleeves and inched closer, hoping he was wrong. He wanted to be wrong so badly. His eyes shot to Malfoy’s left arm, and he felt like lead had dropped in his stomach.

The mark was stark against the cream skin, and it looked like the snake curled around the skull was slithering beneath Draco’s flesh. Draco watched the snake move with disgust, a sob shook his body as he breathed heavily. Draco scratched at it until it was red and swollen, as if the Mark was an itch that couldn’t quite be scratched. Harry figured it probably wasn’t comfortable, and the look on Draco’s face confirmed what Harry already suspected. Draco had never wanted it. Finally, out of frustration, Draco dug a clean nail straight through it, blood pouring from the thin cur he left. He let out a pained sound as the skin automatically healed itself, the mark preserved perfectly. He immediately went to do it again, and Harry forgot everything he was meant to be doing. He reached out and gripped Malfoy’s hand, stopping it from torturing the marked skin any longer. Malfoy gasped, jerking his arm away and pulling his wand, pointing it in Harry’s general direction. Harry muttered a curse at his own stupidity, and dropped the cloak from his shoulders.

The silence was deafening, and Draco quickly pulled down his sleeves. Harry watched the mark go and breathed deeply. Draco never dropped his wand, and Harry never pulled his.

“They wouldn’t believe me,” Harry murmured, staring at Draco’s sleeve right where the mark was ingrained, “all said I was crazy, that you weren’t a Death Eater.”

Draco breathed heavily, anxiously waiting for Harry’s attack. Dreading the moment he had to attack back. Harry tore his eyes from the sleeve of Malfoy’s robes, and looked up into the tired face of his rival.

“I wanted them to be right,” Harry whispered like it was his greatest confession, and Draco squirmed under his gaze, feeling like a scolded child. He wanted to protest, argue that he wasn’t one of them. That he didn’t want this, but the mark was a dull pain underneath his skin, constantly reminding him of what he was.

“Sorry to disappoint you, oh Chosen One.” Malfoy snapped as haughtily as he could, not meeting Potter’s eyes. Because he was sorry, so sorry.

“It doesn’t have to define you, you know.” Harry whispered, his body wired tight like a string. “You don’t have to, Malfoy.”

Draco scoffed, “Have to do what, exactly, Potter?” And Draco’s skin crawled, because Potter couldn’t know what he had been tasked. There was no way. He flushed with shame just thinking about it, but the fear of the Dark Lord quickly overcame that shame, leaving him with determination.

Harry shrugged awkwardly, “Whatever you’ve been sneaking around planning, I reckon, or anything you don’t want to, really. You never have to do anything you don’t want to.”

And Draco could almost believe it, the way Harry said it. Determined and steadfast, and Draco knew then exactly why people would follow Harry Potter into battle. He believed in you, and it made you believe in yourself. But Draco was anything but a fool, and Potter could believe whatever he wanted. Draco was going to make it out of this war alive, and if taking the Dark Mark and killing Albus Dumbledore was what it took, then so be it. He wouldn’t allow his mother to bury her only son, and he would not let his father down. When he looked at Harry’s green eyes, open and earnest, a part of him wished he wasn’t a coward. But he was, and what do cowards do? They run. They run, and they lie, and they crush every ounce of hope to be had.

Draco laughed coldly, “If you knew what I wanted, Potter, you would be nowhere near me right now. You’d be hidden behind the old man that holds you so dear, Because I want to See you dead. You and all your little friends, and frankly if I can do anything in assisting the Dark Lord In getting your head put on a stake then I will.”

He glanced at Potter one last time, taking in the stricken look before he turned on his heels and strode into the wide foyer, steps leading him back to the dungeons. His face crumbled with each step, remembering the hurt on Potters face as he left.

“Malfoy!” Potter called, quick footsteps approaching as Draco walked on. Draco resolutely ignored him, not granting him attention. “Malfoy stop!”

Potter’s footsteps came to an abrupt stop, and Draco could hear his labored breathing. Draco kept walking, but he heard one last plea that made him stop in his tracks, the breath knocked out of him with two words.

“Draco, please.” It was said with such solidarity, and Harry wasn’t following him anymore. He was asking, allowing Draco to make the choice on whether or not he acknowledged him. Draco couldn’t remember the last time someone let him have a choice in anything.

Draco didn’t turn to face him, but he did stop. He dropped his head, and listened to Harry’s breathing down the corridor. After a moment, once Harry realized he had no intention of running, Steps echoed on the cobble floors. Potter stopped a few feet away from him, as if he was a dog that would bite.

“I don’t believe you,” Harry whispered, “I don’t believe you want me dead.”

Draco huffed out a breath, almost a dull chuckle, “And what does that change, Potter? What I want or don’t want?”

“Not much when it comes to my death, but a lot when it comes to my life.” Draco’s head tilted in interest,

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

Potter took a deep breath, “I’m probably going to die,” He said it monotonously, as if it was a fact. Draco shuddered, even though he knew it to be true, hearing it from the Golden Boy himself shot an icicle through his heart, “I’ve accepted it, you know? Im not as scared of it as I used to be. I’m kind of reckless, really.” Draco snorted, because boy was that an understatement, and he could feel the glare Potter shot him.

Draco felt a hand on his shoulder and Harry turned Draco’s body to look at him,

“And I’ve always went after what I want. I’ve thrown myself into dangerous situations to get what I want. And I’ve fought for everything that I want. Except you. I’ve never fought for you. I don’t think I realized exactly what I’d be fighting for.”

Draco sucked in a breath, looking at Potter’s determined expression, his jaw set as he looked over Draco’s face. His green eyes were open and raw, and absolutely terrifying. Draco took a moment to collect himself, “What in hell are you going on about Potter?”

He went to take a step back, but bony fingers on his shoulder kept him in place. “I should have fought for you a long time ago, before you had that mark on your arm, and before I was a walking target. But I didn’t, and you are a Death Eater, and I’m destined to die. And that should really make a difference to me. I’m cut and dry. What’s good is good and bad is bad and that’s the way I see things. The way I see everything. Except you. It should be black and white, and you’re the evil and I’m the good because that’s how it’s always been. Its how I’ve kept myself sane.”

Potter sucked in a breath after that long rant, and Draco’s pulse sped with every moment of silence.

“But... I’m going to die. And all I can think about is how I don’t want to die without knowing what your lips taste like.”

He felt a calloused hand touch his cheek, rough where scars marred the skin. Draco closed his eyes, his breath shallow, “It’s up to you, Draco.” Harry whispered, and he sounded so earnest. Draco couldn’t miss the plead in his voice though, Potter wanted him. Potter just wasn’t capable of acting that well, Draco knew for a fact.

A needy sound escaped his own lips, half a sob, because Potter was doing it again. Letting Draco decide. “Why?” He finally asked, his voice broken.

Potter pushed Draco’s hair out of his face, “Maybe because you’re the one thing I can never have?” He said it like a question, like he wasn’t sure himself. “Or maybe I just don’t believe you’re what you pretend to be. Maybe I believe you’re more, much more.”

Draco laughed wetly, “You are so full of shit Potter, and you are so so wrong.”

Harry shrugged, but stepped directly in front of Draco, chest to chest, “Maybe so, but either way, It’s up to you.”

Draco let out a choked sound, and he jerked Harry forward before he could change his mind. Their lips collided roughly, and the sound Harry let out was desperate. Draco was on fire and not just from the passion of the kiss. As their lips moved, the mark on his arm felt like it was burning from the inside out. Like Potter set it on edge. Draco couldn’t bring himself to care, even as the pain seared through his nerve endings. He bit at Potter’s lips, and enjoyed the slide of Harry’s tongue again his own. Harry’s hands slid back into the blonde hair that was still gelled back, tugging at the knots it made. Draco clung to Harry’s back, his fists gripping at the robes. Harry pulled at his hair and latched his mouth to the underside of Draco’s jaw, holding Draco’s arms against the stone, his hand landed directly on top of the mark. Draco let out a pained cry as the skin burned so hot it was impossible to ignore and he jumped away from Harry like he’d been shot. He jerked his sleeve up, and the mark was red, irritated, and swollen.

Harry looked terrified and ashamed, a blush on his cheeks. “I-I’m sorry, Malfoy. I didn’t, I didn’t know it would.. “ Draco held up a hand, silencing Harry. He watched expectedly, expecting the mark to heal itself, but it didn’t. The pain lingered, and the whelps stayed. The snake had opened its mouth and arched into a striking pose, angry. The mark appeared to be trying to get as far away from Draco’s skin as possible, away from Harry.

Draco glanced up at the flushed boy in front of him, a rare fondness in his chest when he saw the distressed and worried look on Harry’s face.

He leaned and grabbed Harry by the shoulders, pulling him back in. He bit and sucked at Harry’s lips roughly, and the brunette moaned heatedly. Draco pulled back before things went too far, well farther than they already have. He honestly was unsure what continuing to touch Harry would do the mark, and how long the effects would last. If he were to return home with the mark truly defaced, he would have hell to pay.

Harry looked down at the mark, ran his finger over it causing Draco to hiss in pain as the snake reared its head and strikes at Harry’s finger. He glanced back up at the steel grey eyes watching him curiously, “I’m going to win this, Malfoy.”

Draco’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked down at the angry red Mark on his skin, and for a moment he believed it. If Harry Potter could damage the Dark Mark with nothing but a touch, a warm welcoming touch, Draco could only imagine the damage he could do when he wanted to. But then Draco thought of red irises, and slit nostrils, and terror poured through his veins. For once, the terror wasn’t for himself but for the boy in front of him.

“I believe you’ll try,” Draco whispered, and it was all he could offer. “And if it’s worth anything, I hope you do. I hope you win.”

Harry smiled softly, “Have something to fight for now, don’t I?” He quickly turned on his heels, heading in the direction of the staircase that would lead him to the Gryffindor tower, slipping the invisibility cloak back over his shoulders.

“Oh and Potter,” Draco called, and he could hear Harry’s footsteps stop to listen, “Don’t expect me to put my neck on the line for you.”

Harry continued walking, a smile on his face, “Would never ask you to, Malfoy.”

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As Harry watched Dumbledore fall from the Astronomy Tower, a deep anguish filled his chest. As he glanced at Snape, anger filled his head. As he stared at Draco Malfoy, relief filled his heart.

He watched Draco’s face crumble, a distraught cry escaping his lips as the headmasters lifeless body fell. Harry could feel guilt boiling in his core. How could he feel relief after someone who he loved, and loved him in return, had just been murdered before his very eyes? He knew the answer.

He was relieved because It had not been Draco’s wand that cast the killing curse. Harry wasn’t sure if Draco would have been able to complete the task given to him, and the task, no matter how horrible, was the key to Draco’s survival. The task was completed, and although the youngest Malfoy had played a giant part, it was not at his own hand that Albus Dumbledore died. That didn’t make Draco innocent, but it didn’t damn him either. At the end of this war, Draco could still redeem himself. For that, Harry was thankful.

Tears poured from his own eyes as he thought of the headmaster that had done so much for the wizarding world, and he watched as Snape put a hand on Draco’s shoulder. A part of him wanted to be the one to comfort Draco, for Draco to comfort him in return.

He couldn’t make himself be angry with Malfoy, although he knew he should be. Draco had played with fire, and as usual it was Harry that got burned. Despite that, the only resentment Harry could find was toward Snape. Even through the anger and resentment, Harry couldn’t place the blame on Snape either. He was a good for nothing parasite, a spy, but as Harry thought about what he had overheard about Snape taking the Unbreakable Vow to protect Draco, he had a realization that terrified him to the core. He would have never needed the Vow to kill Albus Dumbledore if it meant keeping Draco Malfoy alive.

He stared at Draco’s face, watching as the blonde tried to pull himself together, listening closely to whatever Snape was whispering in his ear. In that moment, he knew his thought to be true.

If it had came between Dumbledore and Malfoy, there would have been no question as to who would be at the wrong end of Harry’s wand. He loved Dumbledore, but a world without Draco Malfoy was one Harry couldn’t fathom.

He would do anything to protect Malfoy, and that was a dangerous, dangerous loyalty. As he watched the group of Death Eaters flee, Draco along with them, Harry realized he was in far too deep.

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Over the course of his 7th year, as Hogwarts became a mere shadow of what it once was, Draco Malfoy found himself in his dorm with a radio in his lap listening to the rantings of Lee Jordan and the Potterwatch team. He always made sure no one would disturb him on those nights, as having the Dark Mark on his arm could be a strong persuasion to be obeyed. The fact that Draco hated being feared for the mark was trivial when it got him what he wanted. Listening to Potterwatch was still dangerous, Draco knew. He took extra precaution by casting a Silencing Charm.

He learned a lot from Potterwatch, although very little about what he actually wanted to know. All of the information that was spouted through the radio was important for the Dark Lord’s resisters side, but held very little meaning to Draco in his position. Still, he acknowledged that under no circumstance could any of the Dark Lord’s followers find out about the radio show, or all would be lost for the Order. Frankly, Draco didn’t care much about the Order or the people involved, but they mattered to Potter, and Potter couldn’t make it out alive without them. It wasn’t likely he could survive even with them.

After all, Harry bloody Potter was the only reason Draco was listening to this god awful show to begin with. It was pointless it seemed, because even those in the inner circle of the Order didn’t know where Potter was. There was speculations, of course, but it was everyone’s best guess. Some of the Death Eaters, and The Dark Lord himself, were believing that Potter had went into hiding, that he was a coward. Draco didn’t believe that for a moment, of all the things Draco knew about Harry Potter (and he knew a lot, mind you), it was that he was always up to something. Draco knew this disappearance was no different. Knowing this didn’t calm his worried mind. His only comfort was knowing that if Harry was dead The Dark Lord would know. He would know, and he wouldn’t shut up about it. So Harry wasn’t dead, and Draco figured that would have to be enough to settle his mind.

Draco wasn’t sure why he even cared at this point, by now everyone knew that Draco had played a part in Dumbledores death, and he knew that Harry hated him. He wanted to pretend that the thought of Harry knowing that His original belief in Draco being more than a lowly Death Eater was wrong didn’t break him, but it did. Potter hating him, true hatred, not just a petty rivalry was a consequence of being a good for nothing coward, Draco knew. I’m didn’t make it hurt any less.

Despite knowing that Harry probably though of him as scum beneath his shoe, it didn’t stop Draco from praying to the gods that Harry was okay. He needed Harry to be okay. As he sat week after week listening to the static filled radio, Draco’s desperation was strangling him slowly. He just needed a sign.

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The sign he so desperately asked for came during Easter break, but not in the form he wanted. No, he never wanted this. It came in the form of prisoners, and a mutilated, puffy faced teenager in the drawing room.

“They say they’ve got Potter,” he heard his mother say, and his heart dropped to his stomach. A mantra of ‘no,no, no please no’ echoed in his head, dread rising in his chest the same way bile was rising in his throat. “Draco, come here.”

Draco felt like a puppet on a string, no real control over his body as it rose from the chair he was in, and he fought to keep his face completely neutral as his eyes immediately found the bloated red face of Harry Potter. Draco didn’t even need to look at the other prisoners to know it would be the remainders of the Golden Trio. He approached prisoner, panic rising in his chest as he desperately scanned Harry’s body, looking for any signs of harm other than the obvious distortion. And it was terrible, making Draco’s stomach twist and turn because the boy was almost unrecognizable. It had to be painful. Harry met his eyes, fear in the little he could see of the slitted orbs.

“Is it? Is it Harry Potter?” His father asked, barely concealed excitement in his voice. Gods that was a stupid question, because of course it was. Draco’s heart was beating a hundred miles a minute, and not just out of fear. He could see the shocking green of Potter’s irises even through the jinxed features, and he would know that color anywhere. He would know Harry anywhere. And here he was, being forced to choose. Turning them in would be an immediate death sentence, and the greatest betrayal. But, not turning them in was the betrayal of his family. He was torn, but looking in Harry’s eyes decided it for him.

- [ ] It was clear Harry didn’t expect anything of him. Harry was scared, terrified, but as he looked at Draco he had already accepted his fate. His eyes were soft, even adoring to a point, as he tried to relay to Draco that it was okay. Harry should hate him, but it was clear he didn’t. All Draco could think of was that night in the foyer, when Draco told him he wouldn’t put his neck on the line for him. “I would never ask you to,” Harry had said, and here he was letting Draco know that he still wasn’t asking him to. He wouldn’t ask him to put his life on the line to save him. That this was Harry’s fight, not Draco’s. And that tore Draco apart, because Harry was letting Draco choose again, and he felt that Draco would choose to let him die. If there was anything Draco was sure of, it was that he would not be the reason Harry Potter didn’t live through this war.

[h3llostrang3r]

A Lifetime to Remember

Perfect Match 

Pairing: Dames x Mc Summary: One-Shot.Melina Park is searching for Dames. Word Count: 3,800 Warnings: Language,Sexual content implied(I don’t think it’s anything more explicit than what you would find in a Choices 30 diamond scene.) Notes: I miss Dames. I still haven’t forgiven PB. I give them all my monies and they couldn’t give me Dames during the finale. 

Do you ever have the feeling that someone is watching you? You know, when you get those urges to look over your shoulder even though no one has called out your name. Did you really see something out of the corner of your eye or was your mind playing tricks? Or when you suddenly look up from whatever you were concentrating on because you could just feel a pair of eyes locked on to you. Like you can just feel the heat from their body and it sends a thrilling chill right through you? I have been feeling this more and more every day for the past few months.

Maybe I’m paranoid. Maybe it’s wishful thinking. But it feels so incredibly real to me.

I’ve spent countless hours online searching for him…

Keegan hasn’t spoken to me since we took down Rowan and Cecile. She won’t give me any information on what happened to him. I’ve reached out to her and those I’ve found connected to her, but nothing. I don’t know why she’s ignoring me, I proved myself to her before - that I’m on her and all the matches side.

No signs of him and no body found. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I can’t think the worst. I refuse. I know he’s stronger than that. I need to know if Keegan or someone was able to fix his programing, he could have lost so much of what he had by now. He has to be out there somewhere …

That’s why I have spent so much of my down time online. Throwing myself out there. My online alias spreading like wildfire, ThePurpleHairPark. I’m in chat rooms, forums, social media outlets - there’s always someone watching,reading,lurking from behind their screen. The world knows about the matches and there are so many out there helping them. So there has to be someone that has seen him. All I need is one person to point me in the right direction. Or he can come find me. I know he knows how to. Or at least his past memories would.

Can anyone help me? Actually help me? The conspiracies, the theories, they’re insightful, but I need something more.

Where are you, Dames?

Please. I need you …

Melina sits back in her chair staring at the screen. She sighs heavily before she deletes the plead and publishes her newest post to her open forum. Her purple hair slightly covers her face as she hangs her head low. Some strand clinging to her cheeks as tears start to roll down her face. After a deep breath she wipes the tears and gets up to refill on her iced tea.

Melina was at the coffee shop close by to her apartment almost every day. Always getting looks from the customers coming in and out of the shop. She was never quite sure what they thought of her and her laptop sitting in her favorite spot by the window. She didn’t really care, she just wanted to make sure that she could be seen. Her goal was to be seen by him, by Dames.

As Melina stood in line, she checked her phone. No missed calls or texts from Damien. He had been so busy with work since they saved the President, she was thrilled that Damien’s business was booming, but it made it harder for them to make time for each other. They didn’t mind their low-key nights in just them, some takeout (Melina’s cooking still not improving, whoops) and a movie while snuggling on the couch. Yet, with Damien’s ever growing case files he would often come home, grab a snack and head straight to bed. Damien was still supportive of Melina spending time with Hayden, but even she seemed to be too busy for Melina lately.

Melina orders her iced tea - which is on the house, her friend Lily is now working at the register. Lily gives her a wink and flashes her a smile as she shoos Melina along. Melina mouths a, “thank you” as goes to wait for her drink.

Melina never minded being alone and single. There was always something to do, always a way to entertain herself or keep busy until she heard from one of her friends. So why was it now, when she had two loves in her life she felt most lonely? Even Nadia found time to be with Steve and his… abs. Luckily, her cousin would always make time for her at least once a week. But ever since they came out from hiding from Eros’ radar , life never went back to being carefree for Melina.

Her heart had been so full from being loved without judgement from two amazing people in her life, but now that love - where did it go? Had she expected too much? Was it unreasonable of her to want to see them more than 2 or 3 times a week? Melina’s mind often drifted to Dames when she was alone. There was still that spot in her heart reserved just for him. Which often ached at the thought of him, not knowing where he was or if he was even okay.

She had to find him. She needed the answer. Even if he didn’t want to see her again or even want to be with her, she just wanted him to be okay.  

Her name is called and she grabs her rather large drink and heads back to her spot. She stares at her computer a few moments - and there. That feeling. Her face grows warm, her heart begins to beat a little faster, the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. Her eyes look up from under her long eyelashes - slowly scanning the faces in front of her, nothing. She slowly turns her head to the left, no one looking at her. Her back is against a wall so it definitely was not coming from behind. Melina bites her lip as she returns her gaze back to her computer. No, no, that feeling is still there.

She froze - too scared to turn her head again. Move your damn head, Melina. Do it. She ordered herself internally. Did her body know something her mind didn’t? She blinked and a tear began to fall. Exhale, Melina - slowly she let out the breath she was holding. Her body relaxed and she allowed herself to look to her right, out the window she always had to sit by.

There he was across the street, just staring at her with his hands in his pockets and a sad look on his face. That creep, that handsome fucking creep.

“Dames…” she breathlessly says out loud. Her eyes grow wide, she has to hurry or she’ll miss him. RUN she screams in her head, RUN MELINA. She scrambles out of her seat, almost knocking her laptop off the table, but she doesn’t care. Her feet threaten to trip over each other, but she corrects herself. She pushes the coffee shop door open hard and fast, if there was someone about to get hit there was no way she was going to notice. She looks across the street again, he’s not there.

No. Fuck this noise. He’s not getting away without saying a word to me.

Melina’s feet take her to the busy New York street. Her first few steps are in the clear. “Dames” she cries out with every ounce of her heart and soul. “Dames, please.” Her next few steps just miss a car passing by. Her head is spinning, the cars honking in the background seem so far away. The yelling from the other pedestrians not even registering. Her feet stay planted in the street as she frantically looks as to which direction he could have gone.

The honking becomes louder and louder, her ears now pounding. That’s when she looks to her right and coming straight for her is a yellow taxi. Time starts to slow, her breath catches - she can’t move, she wants to scream. Then the feeling, when you can feel the heat of their body against yours. Except this time - it’s real. Her focus goes to him, but is blurred in a flash.

Dames grabs her at incredible speed and throws them both safely to the sidewalk. He envelopes her in his strong arms and shields her from the fall on to the hard concrete. Her legs sting, but that pain is far away from her mind. He holds her for a long time, her face nuzzled in his chest. Her arms tucked between their bodies, her hands gripping for dear life onto his jacket. She inhales his scent, that mix of cologne and rum that reminds her of that blissful night in Paris. In his arms felt so right, she could melt into his touch and not move for hours - but she could live without the dirty sidewalk.

“Dames…” She manages to whisper, “I thought I lost you.” Her body trembles in his arms as the reality hits her. He is here, he is real, he is alive.  She lifts her head from it’s safe space. Oh what she would give to kiss along that jaw and to his mouth. To sink into his lips and wrap her arms around him and never let go.

“Melina what the hell were you thinking?” His face so close to hers, his eyes filled with concern. He brings his hand up to her face to brush back her hair and it lingers as he cups her jaw. Did he dare move his face any closer? Threatening to crash his lips against hers and tangle his hands in her hair, bringing her closer to him and never leave her again.

Before she can answer they are being helped up by onlookers. Her gaze doesn’t move from him, she’s not losing him again. She thanks them and brushes them off as she moves closer to him - if he tries to run she thinks she can be quick enough to grab him by the jacket.

“Please, Dames. Just come to my apartment. Y-you don’t have to s-stay. I …” She drops her head for a moment as she lets out a deep sigh. Looking into his eyes - God, is this real? Is he really in front of me? She says, “I just want to know you’re okay. Our last talk to each other, that wasn’t fair - it wasn’t right. That’s not how things were suppo-”

“Melina…” The way he said her name made her heart skip a beat. “I’ll come with you. We can talk, I promise.” She nodded her head, still in disbelief. Instinctively, her hand intertwined with his. “Do you want to grab your laptop?” He asked as he motioned to the coffee shop.

“I’m not crossing that street again, today. I’ll text Lily to hang on to it for me.”

**

The walk back to Melina’s apartment was silent, apart from the noise from the city, but it didn’t phase either of them. Absentmindedly their thumbs would graze one anothers - fingers still laced together. When they reached her apartment Melina led the way, giving her hips an extra sway for him as they climbed the stairs. She wanted him to watch, and she knew he would. It took her a moment to fetch her keys from her crossbody purse and unlock her door, the adrenaline was kicking in again. This is a part of her life Dames hasn’t experienced first hand. This moment would be intimate one for both of them.

They made their way inside, Dames moved towards her living room, taking it all in. With her eyes closed, Melina slowly closed the door imagining Dames moving closer to her. His hands on either side of the door frame, closing in on her. His chest pressed against her back, his pelvis against her backside, and his lips hovering so close to her ear. She would turn around to face him and that’s when he would press her hard against the door, his lips kissing hers and his hands gripping her hips as hers would tug on his collar.

“This is a really nice place, Melina.” Dames says, snapping Melina out of her thoughts.

“Ya, thanks. Over here is the kitchen… Where I keep the rum. I need a shot, do you want a shot?” Her heart is beating so fast, her hands begin to shake. She makes her way to the cupboards and pulls out two shot glasses and his favorite rum. He sits on a barstool on the other side of her counter, one elbow propped up.

“Melina, are you alright?” His voice is filled with concern as he watches her move quickly.

“Mmhmm. I just, need to calm my nerves. It’s been so long and it’s all happening so fast.” She pours the shots and slides one over to him. He takes his and stares at it for a moment before he returns his attention to her. She raises her glass to him before throwing back the shot. He quietly lets out a sigh, then follows suit. She’s already pouring herself another round and is quick to refill his. The second shot burns her throat, but seems to do its job as it settles her down. She looks into his eyes and she can see the pain in his eyes. The pain he’s been feeling since Paris, since they left him behind in Tokyo to fight Cecile and all those matches. Her breath hitches when he takes her hand into his.

“C’mon, let’s go sit down. Okay?” He says as he leads her from the kitchen to the couch in her living room.

They settle onto the couch, space between them, but their knees slightly brush against the other as they face each other. Her arms are crossed against her body, gently tucked beneath her heaving chest. His hands are placed on his thighs, rubbing back and forth - not sure how he should proceed.

“Dames, where the hell have you been?” Melina breaks the silence, he can hear the hurt in her voice. “I have been endlessly searching for you, hoping and praying that you were alive and until today I’ve had no fucking luck.” The tears start to form in her eyes and her voices begins to shake. “Why now? I know you’ve been in contact with Keegan. Why have you been avoiding me when you know how to get a hold of me? Why? Why?” The tears fall and her cheeks are wet, she can’t wipe them away fast enough. They just won’t stop.

He hates to see her like this, it hurts him to see her cry. He wants to just wrap her in his arms again and bury his face into her hair. He wants to make her pain end, but he’s the one who did this to her - it’s his fault. It’s all his fucking fault. Fuck it, he thinks as he reaches for her and wraps her into a hug. He gently rocks her and she cries even harder. He whispers “I’m sorry” over and over into her ear. It’s not enough, she deserves more than just his words, even if he means it with every ounce of his fabricated heart and soul. “I’m so fucking sorry, Melina.” He says before she pulls back.

She wants him to look her in the eyes when he tells her why. Why he hid from her all this time without one single word, even if those words were “fuck off”, but he didn’t even give her that.

“Melina, I’m so sorry. I was a coward. I was scared to come back to you when I knew my time was coming end. Knowing I only had months to retain all my past memories and feelings. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t bring myself to be near you and lose you all over again.” Melina couldn’t believe what ehe was hearing. He didn’t even attempt to let them try  -

“I eventually came into contact with Kaahn. I didn’t know if he could help me, but I couldn’t let Cecile and Rowan win. I couldn’t go down without some sort of fighting chance.” He sighed as he took Melina’s hands into his. They were so much smaller, and they were so soft. He loved how such a simple touch from her brought such warmth to him.

Her eyes grew wide, fucking Kaahn talked to Dames and he didn’t say a word?When Dames took her hands and it relaxed her for a moment, but she was still in shock. Who the hell did Kaahn think he was? “He attempted to fix my programming. Today is the last day before the original’s program was set to erase everything. Unfortunately, Kaahn doesn’t know if his override will work. I’m scheduled to… ‘reset’ if you will, at midnight. It won’t be until I wake up will I know if it worked. ”

Her world was flipping upside down. Her head was spinning, her heart was breaking, what was she supposed to do with this information? She finally had Dames back, but tonight he could be gone all over again. This wasn’t fair , Dames didn’t deserve any of this. He brushed her hair from her face, he wanted to comfort her as best as he could. He had already accepted what might happen to him, but this was all so much for Melina. He didn’t want her to have to endure all this. This wasn’t something she needed to worry about, she didn’t need to fuss over him.

“Stay with me.” Her eyes pleaded, her lips slightly parted in anticipation of his answer. “I know you wanted me to see you today. I know you weren’t expecting me to run like a mad woman into traffic, but …” she licked her lips and Dames let out a soft groan at the sight. “Please, stay. You’re finally here and I don’t think I can let you go.”

“What about Damien?” He questioned, his feelings for Melina meant the world to him, but he could never come between her and the person who he had to thank and curse for all these wonderful feelings.

She shook her head and said, “He’s surprisingly very open to me having intimate feelings for others. I don’t think you would be an exception. And it’s not about Damien right now. It’s about me and you right now, and right now I want to spend what could be last moments in your arms… if you want that too.”

That was all he needed to hear. He slowly closed the space between them, Melina’s sweet scent filling his senses, making his head swim. His lips found hers, they tasted like rum with a hint of peach from her iced tea that she had been drinking earlier. Her moan sent a tingle through his body. He needed more of her, but he was worried of what would come in the morning.  Dames broke away from the kiss and asked, “Melina, are you okay with keeping it light? I want to be with you so badly, but it’s not fair to you if I won’t have any memories in the morning. I …” Dames hung his head low, scared to meet his gaze with hers. Her warm hands cupped his face and she lifted his chin until he finally looked her in the eyes.

“I am perfectly fine with being held in your arms all night long, but don’t stop kissing me.” Dames stood up and brought Melina to her feet and embraced her in a hug. He lifted her up and she hooked her legs around his waist holding on to him like she would never let go, burying her face in his neck. He led them to the bedroom where they laid in bed all night intertwined. Both Melina and Dames fighting the urge to fall asleep. Their eyelids heavy, but their lips still finding each other. Both whispering each others names on their skin, and their lips. They both succumbed to sleep, the mental exhaustion too much for them to bear any longer.

**

When Melina wakes up she’s not sure what time it is. She can feel the warmth of the sun peeking through her curtains. Her face is still buried in Dames chest, her new favorite place to rest her head. She’s afraid to move, not knowing what will happen if she wakes him up. Will it be him? Will he remember her and the enchanting night they just had. Just him and her wrapped in each other, never letting go. She wants to cry, the anticipation driving her mad, she didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want to lose Dames again.

Moments passed and finally, he began to stir. She held her breath, this was it, the moment of truth. What would she even say if he didn’t recognize her - she guessed she could call Kaahn or Keegan and they would know what to do. Fuck. Why did it have to be this way? Why did this even have to be a thought?

She felt pressure on the top of her head. Was that? Was that a kiss? Another, and another on her temple. She couldn’t move, does he remember? 

“Melina.” He whispers in her vibrant purple locks. She looks up, and he’s smiling the brightest smile she’s ever seen. He’s beautiful, he’s perfect, he’s ….

“I remember. Everything.” He can’t stop smiling, his head clear of the fog that was his limited programing. Lifetime upon lifetime worth of memory just waiting to be stored. Kaahn did it.

“Stay with me.” Her voice gentle, she didn’t ask, she wanted him to know she wanted him.

“As long as you want me, I will always be here for you, Melina.” His lips found hers over and over again. They trailed along her jaw and down her neck. She moaned his name and begged for more. Piece by piece their clothes made their way to her bedroom floor. His groans grew louder the lower his kisses wandered. Her skin was soft, she was so beautiful and her taste was like ecstasy on his tongue. Melina’s moans drove him to please her harder and harder until she was trembling against his mouth.

“I want all of you, Dames. Please. I need you..” She begged between her panting breaths.

Dames kissed Melina ever so gently as he made his way between her legs. Their moans mingling as they moved against one another. Melina savored the pressure of Dames’ muscular body on top of her’s. She held him close, not wanting to let go. He was finally back in her life and to stay this time.

Dames is here, he is real, Dames is alive.  

[toxikstonerr]

Dear Aries,

             I know you feel like you have given me enough and for that you are PROBABLY (NOPE YOU’RE DEFINITELY right), I just really have to get this shit off my HEAD! And if you will just read this out of everything, I’d GREATLY appreciate it and WILL TRULY NEVER BOTHER YOU AGAIN! PROMISE !!!!!!!!!!!!

                              I honestly don’t know what to say. It’s probably why I chose cursive, then print, then just said fuck it and typed the whole letter! Guess I didn’t want my emotions getting all tied up or maybe I didn’t want to risk sending this letter by mail and you never wanting to touch basis due to all the antagonizing I’ve been doing to you but that was out of anger as I’m sure you know about me by now is a little crazy! As I said I honestly don’t know where to begin! Maybe it was the first day I saw you or the day I folded your clothes , the day I pulled your hair , the day you grabbed my neck ,the day we made FUCKING-LOVE, the day we said I Love You , the day I waved hello to your moms , the day you came for me , the day I let you leave ,  the day i slept in your arms with not a care or worry in my heart, head or body , the day you decided I was no LONGER WORTH ANY OF IT or YOU ! The day I believed you … the moment my heart melted into my feet and the butterflies that had settled in my stomach so long ago decided to flutter simultaneously and every ounce of blood rushed to my head, brain melting slowly into mush! YOU BEING THE ONLY IMAGE IN MY HEAD! Well, from every moment on you have been all I Dreamt for and every second without you is a NIGHTMARE without you by my side. HOLDING ME; Every daydream spent missing you only leaves me more and more EMPTY inside?! Instead of coming with you I let you slip through my grasp and all I wish for now is to SMASH IN TO YOU and never LET GO! I let US get away from truly loving one another knowing we were the best for each other. I pray for you day in and day out. Pray you hear my calls, pray you get my signals, pray we are still connected and someday soon I’ll be in your arms wrapped tight again. THE BEAUTY THAT COULD HAVE BEEN US I HAVE BLOWN ALL OF IT!

                           Being your wife and giving you your SON (our son), building a foundation and gaining stability for our life, including the biggest ACTION of them all LOVING YOU BACK KAND CHOOSING YOU, being everything for you than I said I wouldn’t be, and to just take responsibility I DIDN’T SHOW YOU I LOVED YOU, LIKE I SHOULD HAVE. You may never believe me, but I STILL DO WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING! But I let fear, intimidation, lies, and manipulation keep me from loving you like I should have. I even let my child be used as pawn and your name be tainted in her mind thinking I could gain control (instead of just knowing you had me through it all) but I just LOST ALL OF IT (I guess showing how I weak I am so I guess you were right for not loving me after all) steal all we could have had! Fear-29yrs Slim-0 IM SORRY! I know nothing I say can make up for all the time you spent with me or all the time you may have wasted on me, but I need you to know that every time with you was like the earth stood still and so did time. If only for a second, minute, hour, overnight; I felt the safest with you. The most love being in your arms. I felt life KISSING your lips and took a breath of fresh AIR every time you exhaled. This Blog will be the most vulnerable and OPEN I have ever been, and I’d like to begin it with YOU! hope you take mercy not that and finally got to this portion of this letter before declaring if its trash or relevant and I doubt it will have relevancy! But if you were going to choose to let me go why be so sure I’LL NEVER LET GO!!

              You told “her” you weren’t going anywhere and that wasn’t true, but you seem to be so sure I won’t wake up and let you GO, just like you want! Right? Isn’t that why you have been ignoring me because you want me to leave you alone. To say I wont leave is like saying the foundation you wish to build for your future family will never fall into existence because you lack the love and compassion it takes to even dedicate yourself to anyone other yourself and those you have been willing to give your life for than yourself? (isn’t true right?) same goes for whatever you think of my feelings for you or what I won’t do when it comes to you and that’s LET GO! At some point despite you and “her” I must LOVE ME! You were right when you said it wouldn’t last, and she was right to never think I stopped loving you! I Thank both of you for these last 5 Years. If I’ve learned anything it to put me FIRST! I LOVE YOU MOO and wish you the best. I know there is a woman out there that’s going to love you and give you the family you deserve *I know you’ll be everything your parents couldn’t be for you*! I pray you find love that allows you to fight for it until the end and knows that you are END GAME! I thought it would be US but again I FUCKED Up. Please continue to be who YOU ARE because YOU ARE FUCKING AWESOME, funny, sweet, gentle, and kind, and loving, AND SAFE! Let love shine its light on you cause BABY you DESERVE IT ALL, even when you think you don’t! I know your just stay focused cause if no one else love you what you do, YOU DO! you’re an ARTIST moo don’t waste that brilliant talent on wasteful minds. Your future children will love you your spouse will respect, protect and adore you like she should! You may have already found her or soon you will, either way I love you still.

                                                                  Future lifetimes, NOW, and even way back WHEN!! Forever Yours

                                                                                                                                                  All My Love

                                                                                                                                                           -The Pisces

[mindfulwrath]

Silver, Part VII

Celebrity crushes really never turn out the way you think they will.

Words: 3,882 Warnings: Blood/gore, excessive swearing

Part I Part VI

Hyde couldn't believe it, but he'd finally, finally made it to Blackfog. Oh, it had taken days, an unbelievable amount of nagging and niggling and finagling, and there had been ever so many detours (some of them exceptionally pleasant), but he was here.

And it was everything he could possibly have hoped for.

The bazaar spanned several blocks, tented under colored silks flung over laundry lines. The air was a clamor of voices, glowing mists and brilliant lights, shadows black and velvet. A thousand different smells pervaded the space, wafting up above the rooftops with the fog. Everything glittered and gleamed, green and gold and silver and red. He could taste the place, like curry and sea salt, could feel its electric tingle in the air. The press of people was incredible—it seemed like every miscreant and vagabond in London had turned up, every monster and madman had crawled out of their sewers and down from their towers to join in the crushing tide of life. The opportunists of the London underworld had come out in full force, too—pickpockets, beggars, prostitutes and hawkers all dotted the crowd and gathered in the corners, shouting and sneaking and selling their little hearts out.

Jasper was clinging to his arm for dear life, and that was all right, too. He'd gotten rather quiet after their tete-a-tete—probably impressed, far too overawed for words—

Dear God, you're up yourself, Jekyll remarked.

—far too overawed for words, and additionally in a state of such overwhelming bliss that words had been unnecessary. But Hyde's energy had been unflagging, manic, to the point that holding still was torture, and there was still so much night left, and if Jekyll was going to go about drinking poison and writing wills, Hyde was damn well going to milk every second for all it was worth.

"Oooooh, look look look!" he cooed, dragging Jasper over to a lime-green stand filled with glimmering bottles in a thousand different hues. "Now that's quality herbalism, that is. You fiddle about with potions, don't you?"

"I—I do," said Jasper. He leaned over Hyde's shoulder, peering at the bottles. He looked up at the salesman, who was half-shrouded in shadow. "You wouldn't . . . happen to have any wolfsbane potion, would you?"

"Wolfsbane?" said the salesman, in a thick accent that Hyde couldn't place. "Yes, yes, we have."

"Oh! Er . . . how much?" Jasper hazarded.

Hyde was about to scold him for being a total rube when something shinier caught his eye, and quick as thinking he was off, dodging through the crowd.

Do not leave him alone here, Jekyll scolded, frowning at him from a puddle on the ground. Hyde stepped on his face. I mean it.

"Or what?" Hyde muttered under his breath.

Or he'll get hurt! For God's sake, at least pretend to have an ounce of compassion.

"Like you care," said Hyde, rolling his eyes. He pushed out of the press of the crowd and grabbed a handy post to keep from being dragged away. It was really inconvenient, being short. He might have to take to the rooftops. All this getting elbowed in the head was starting to annoy him.

Hyde. . . .

"So what's all this shiny business?" Hyde asked the stallkeeper, gesturing to the glittering assortment of gems and filigree wires laid out on velvet cushions.

Hyde.

"Ah, a discerning eye, sir," said the stallkeeper, with a what-a-sucker glimmer in her eye. "These stones are imbued with incredible powers, beyond all imagining! This one—"

Hyde!

"Funny, 'cause they look like cheap shite to me," Hyde quipped, and darted back into the crowd. He found Jasper huddling against a wall near the potion stand with his metaphorical tail between his legs. He nearly went up the wall when Hyde caught him by the arm.

"There you are," Hyde said, rolling his eyes. "Gotta keep up, Jazz, don't want you gettin' et up."

"Right," said Jasper, leaning on him. "Right, yeah, right. Sorry. Look, I—I really should be getting back, I didn't have enough for the wolfsbane and—"

"Oooo, I've only heard about those!" Hyde said, off again after a particularly eye-catching assortment of luminiferous wights. He kept a firm grip on Jasper, if for no other reason than to keep Jekyll quiet. He fluttered from stall to stall, directionless and erratic but endlessly delighted. He towed Jasper along with him, finding him an excellent sounding board to prove how bloody brilliant Hyde was, all that stuffy knowledge Jekyll had amassed finally coming in handy. Jasper seemed suitably impressed, and after a while even started to look like he was enjoying himself. An awful lot of money was spent, but it was worth every penny—there were salts and reagents, daggers and dirks, disgusting (but delicious) meat pies, more drinks for the both of them, vicious chemicals and sparkling trinkets and a book so musty and old and ugly that Jekyll nearly fainted clean out of Hyde's head when he saw it.

They bought that one, too. It was boring and idiotic, but if there was one talent Jekyll had, it was taking boring, idiotic, dull-as-dirt science and turning it into. . . .

Well, Hyde, for one.

He was just beginning to feel like heading in a vaguely homeward direction when his eye caught on the single most incredible sight yet. The noise that came out of his mouth was inhuman. He grabbed Jasper by both arms, hauled him into an alleyway, and pinned him to the wall.

"Did you see?" he squeaked. "Did you see? That was her! That was her, that was Lucy!"

"What—who?" Jasper said, looking a little stunned. He might possibly have hit his head on the wall in all the excitement (not Hyde's fault).

"Lucy! Lucy of the Forty Elephants, Lucy the—look, just stay here, don't get into any trouble, I'll be back, don't follow me!"

"Why—"

"You'll make me look too good!" Hyde called, even as he bounded back into the crowd.

It was impossible to carry off a proper swagger in the press of people, but the good news was, he did manage to keep Lucy in sight. It took him a good five minutes to work his way over to her. Perhaps by sheer force of presence, she had cleared the area around her. Hyde slipped up next to her and leaned a hand on the stall she was currently perusing. He gave her his worst smile and tipped his hat.

"Evenin', miss," he said.

She spared him a single withering glance. Hyde almost passed out.

"Go away, boy," she said.

"Boy?" he cried. "Boy?! I'm a fully-grown man, thank you very much!"

"Fully?" said Lucy, arching an eyebrow. "My, how disappointing for you."

Hyde's ears were burning. Somewhere in the back of his head, Jekyll was laughing.

"Being of a slender persuasion tends to be 'elpful when gettin' places a person ain't meant to get into," Hyde said. "By the by, massive fan of your work."

"I doubt you're a massive anything," Lucy said, a smile tugging at her lips. She did turn towards him, though, and her attention spilled onto him like sunlight. He preened.

"Only a massive pain in the arse, Miss Lucy," he said, tipping his hat. He could not have stopped grinning for love nor money. There was a constant sound inside his head like a kettle boiling over, a piercing whistle of unbelievable excitement. "Particularly to those of a more moneyed inclination."

"Is that so," said Lucy, folding her arms. He had her full attention now, the stallkeeper forgotten. Another woman had precipitated out of the crowd, hanging near Lucy's elbow—she had the look of a career thief about her, doubtless one of the Forty Elephants.

"It is so," said Hyde. His heart was going to beat right out of his chest. His blood was electric. "One might say I've taken some inspiration from a certain lady thief."

"In what way?" Lucy asked, amused.

"Might've 'eard tell of a few of your daring exploits with the peelers," Hyde said, examining his fingernails. "Might've similarly dropped a caber on Mad Moreau. 'Eard of 'im? Yeah, 'e never stood a chance against the likes of me."

"Moreau, the vivisectionist?" Lucy inquired.

"One an' the same, dear lady," Hyde said, grinning ear to ear. "Up in a blaze of glory not two nights ago, thanks entirely to yours truly. With inspiration coming from you, of course."

"Ah," said Lucy, with a twinkle in her eye. "So you're the fucker who burnt down half our best revenue."

Hyde's smile locked in place. His eyes got very wide. He suddenly noticed no fewer than four women in the immediate vicinity all giving him very unfriendly looks.

Start running now, Jekyll suggested.

"Lllllllladies," Hyde said, tipping his hat.

The first leap took him onto the shoulders of the man to his left. The second launched him up into the laundry lines. They snapped instantly under his weight. He came crashing back down in a tangle of silks. Someone shrieked. The crowd swarmed in confusion. Hyde scrambled out from under the tangle. He ducked through the forest of legs, on his hands and knees. Lucy shouted something out. Hyde clambered to his feet and dove into the nearest alley. He bounced up the walls to the roofs. Hobnails clattered on brick behind him. He took off at a full sprint.

Quick question, Jekyll said. Do you ever think about the things coming out of your mouth, or do you just prop your teeth open and hope?

"You—are not—helping!" Hyde panted. He risked a glance back. Lucy and six others were hot on his tail. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Whatever you do, don't go back to the Society or the house. I get the feeling fire might become involved.

"Then where—am I—supposed—to go—you prig?"

He leapt across an alley and lost his footing on the shingles opposite. He scrabbled at the slanted roof like a dog on hardwood. He tumbled off the side. He plummeted, screaming. Several things smashed upon impact. Hyde got up and kept running. There was an awful lot of pain, and possibly splinters. Shouts followed him, then a screech of metal on stone. He did not look back. He just ran. He tore around a corner, bounced off the building, and nearly cannoned headfirst into a brick wall.

Dead end.

Perhaps literally.

Hyde flattened himself against the wall in a panic. There was nowhere to go. Nothing to leap off of, the alley cluttered with laundry lines, he'd be caught like a fly in a spider's web, he was stuck, he was fucked—

Lucy and the others spilled around the corner into the end of the alleyway. Weapons flashed in the half light. Like lions, they went for him, fluid in their ferocity. There was a horrible screeching noise from overhead, a snapping and cracking.

Jasper dropped into the alleyway, snarling and monstrous, directly between Hyde and the Elephants. Broken laundry lines fell all around him. Teeth gleamed white in the darkness, claws glittered beetle-black. Hellfire glowed from his eyes. Five crossbows leveled at his chest.

For a moment, all was stillness.

"No," Lucy said. She put a hand on the nearest Elephant's crossbow, lowering it. Her eyes stayed fixed on Jasper. "It's not worth getting bit. Another time, ladies, another time."

One by one, the crossbows lowered. Jasper stayed where he was, growling, bristled and hunched. The Elephants backed away slowly. Lucy was the last to go.

"But I'll be back, you little fuck," she spat. Her arm snapped up. There was a silken sound.

Pain exploded through Hyde's arm. The world whited out for a second. He screamed. Jasper snarled and leapt forward. Hobnails clattered on cobble. Hyde clutched at the wall behind him, kicking his feet as though he could scramble back through the bricks and escape the pain. He couldn't feel his fingers.

He risked a look at his arm. The pain doubled the moment he saw the silvery bolt sticking out of his sleeve. He very nearly threw up. He had to take a moment, close his eyes and lean his head back against the wall, just breathe, just breathe, and if there was some pathetic whimpering interspersed with the breathing it wasn't like there was anyone around to hear. . . .

There was a padding of feet, and then hot, doggy breath ruffled his hair.

"That looks bad," Jasper said. Hyde's eyes snapped open just in time to see him reaching for the wound. He kicked Jasper in his barrel chest as hard as he could, sent him sprawling.

"It's fine!" Hyde snapped. "Don't touch me, I can handle it!"

"Sorry," Jasper whimpered. Hyde turned away from him, huddling against the wall. It was half to protect the wound from further meddling and half to keep Jasper from seeing the tears streaming down his face.

With his teeth, he ripped into the sleeve of his shirt—fortunately she had missed the overcoat—and tore it off to reveal the wound, the bolt, an awful lot of bright red blood. Black threads trailed out past the shaft, punched into his flesh. His stomach lurched at the sight. That spelled infection, necrosis, he could lose the arm—

Get a hold of yourself, Jekyll snapped, though his voice was thin with pain, too. Don't pull it out or we'll bleed to death. Get back to the Society. We ought to have the right materials for the Flesh Weaver. It'll take time, and it will hurt, but it will be survivable. You like surviving, don't you?

Hyde clenched his teeth. Through a massive effort of will, he managed to get to his feet. His head spun. Again, he came very close to throwing up.

"What—what can I do to help?" Jasper said meekly.

"Get me back to the Society," Hyde said. His voice was hoarse. "Jekyll can patch me up."

Jasper's ears flattened back, and a few multicolored sparks spat from between his teeth.

"Right," he said. He sidled up to Hyde and offered one large, hairy arm. Hyde grappled onto it one-handed. Every movement sent another shock of pain through him. He grit his teeth and swore he would show no sign of weakness until he was properly alone.

He threw up three times on the way back.

Jasper got him to the laboratory door, and Hyde pried himself off and staggered inside without a word of preamble. Jasper tried to say something and Hyde slammed the door on him, locking it behind himself. The pain had gotten into his head, left him fuzzy and disoriented. He just wanted it to stop. He would've cut off his arm if it would've made it stop.

Keep going, Jekyll said. Nearly there. This is the easy part.

"Shut up," Hyde said. He shoved off of the door and staggered to the lab bench. It was a mess. Everything was cluttered and blurry, swimming before his eyes.

The decoded notes are in the desk, Jekyll said. Go to the desk.

Hyde took a few tottering steps back until he encountered the desk. There was blood on his fingers. He didn't bother wiping it off.

Open the top left drawer, Jekyll said. Just look for the title. It should say "Flesh Weaver" at the top. Big letters, can't miss it.

Clumsy and sniffling, Hyde did as he was told. The pain was too much to bear. No one was watching now, no one but Jekyll, and there were already no secrets between them. He was free to collapse into a weeping, snotty mess if he felt like it.

It really fucking hurt.

He found the papers, though only after smearing bloody fingerprints on nearly everything in the drawer. Jekyll continued to walk him through it, one step at a time. At least his voice was strained, too, even if it was only in Hyde's head. No composure could survive this kind of agony. The brewing was accomplished without antagonism from either side, perhaps simply because they were both in too much pain. The Flesh Weaver came out pale yellow and fizzing, and Hyde corked it, just in case it got knocked over. He sank to the floor and put his back against the lab bench.

This was the hard part.

Fingers trembling, Hyde grasped the end of the bolt. He was too sweaty to get a good grip on it. He wiped his hand off on his coat. He was shivering despite the warmth of the room, and his eyes wouldn't focus properly. On the second try, he managed to get a better grip on the bolt. He took three quick, deep breaths, squeezed his eyes shut, gritted his teeth.

He yanked. Agony lanced through his arm, so intense it knocked all the air out of him, sent sparks dancing across his eyes. He threw up again, although it was more of a dry heave at this point. The alcohol was not helping with the pain—or maybe it was, in which case, thank God he was still drunk—but it was certainly helping to unsettle his stomach.

It's barbed, Jekyll said. His arm was pinned to Hyde's by the bolt, pain stitched through the both of them. You'll have to push it out the other side.

"Bitch," Hyde hissed, his voice thick with pain. "Bitch, bitch, bitch, shitting hell, cunt on a stick, mother of fuck—"

The faster you do it, the less it will hurt.

Hyde put his thumb on the end of the bolt and pressed as hard as he could. The scream that tore out of him was like a banshee's. He writhed. His head slammed into the lab bench and he barely felt it. The point of the bolt tented out the skin on the back of his arm and then punched through. Hyde grabbed the bolt and yanked it the rest of the way out. The pain sharpened to a blinding white lance and then, finally, began to dull. He subsided against the wall, gasping for air and whimpering and trembling. Blood streamed down his arm. Fumbling, he grabbed up the potion from the bench and uncorked it with his teeth. He forced himself to pour it out slowly, one gush at a time. It fizzled like phenol against the edges of the wound. An unbearable itching kicked up inside his arm as the flesh stitched itself back together.

At long, long last, the pain subsided, and the itching resolved, and he was left drenched in sweat and shivering uncontrollably. He picked up the bolt with numb fingers, examined it through misty eyes. It was a cruel, steely thing, with three pairs of barbs hooked back along its length. Blood and stringy bits of flesh were still clinging to it.

"Keepin' that," Hyde mumbled. "That's a Lucy original, that is."

You are unbelievable, said Jekyll. Now would you please change back? Someone will have heard the screaming.

By that point, Hyde was all to happy to get out of his body, to sink back into the muted mists of Jekyll. He heaved himself to his feet and whipped up a quick batch of the transformative serum. While it fizzed and shifted from red to green, there was a knock at the door.

"Dr. Jekyll?" It was Virginia Ito, sounding gravely concerned.

"One moment!" Hyde called back. He didn't sound much like Jekyll, but maybe through the door, and just two words, it should be fine, and even if it wasn't, Jekyll himself could smooth it over. He gulped down the potion and braced himself.

She knocked again.

"I heard screaming," Virginia said. "Jasper said Mr. Hyde had been hurt."

Hyde looked down at his hands. He touched his chest. There was the warmth, the salty, bitter taste, the light-headedness—but where was the pain? Where were the wracking convulsions? What was taking so long?

"Why isn't it working?" he hissed. Panic clawed up his spine. "Why isn't it working?"

I—I don't know, Jekyll stammered, the same terror in his voice. I don't know!

"What the fuck are we meant to do?"

The doorknob rattled. Hyde almost bit through his tongue.

"Henry, I'm starting to get concerned about all that silence," Virginia warned.

"Fuck! Fuckity fuck!"

Just make another, Jekyll said hurriedly. Quickly, a double dose. Now, now!

Hyde's hands shook abominably. He spilled the salt all over the table. Virginia was pounding on the door. The second potion effervesced and turned green and Hyde quaffed it without a single breath for air.

"Dr. Jekyll, if you do not open this door, I will break it down," Virginia threatened.

Pain struck through Hyde's chest, and he had never been happier to feel it. Agony consumed him, dropping him to his knees. No sound could pass his lips. Glowing ichor spilled from his eyes and mouth. He gasped in a breath, then two. He staggered to his feet, wiping his face on his coat. Said coat was then torn off and flung across the room. He checked the cheval glass.

Henry Jekyll looked back at him, disheveled and exhausted. Hyde hung over his shoulder, a mist, a dissipating fog.

Jekyll rubbed at his face, let out a breath, and opened the door.

Virginia paused with one leg cocked, as though she had been about to kick her way in. She placed her foot back on the floor and straightened her skirts. She cleared her throat.

"There you are," she said. Her eyes went wide, brow furrowed. "My God, what's happened to you?"

"Ah," said Jekyll, looking down at the sleeve Hyde had torn off to get at the bolt. There was also a great deal of blood still on him. "Mr. Hyde was . . . a touch out of sorts. I'm not injured, not to worry. It's all his."

"Good lord," said Virginia. "Is he all right?"

"He will be," said Jekyll. "I've managed to get him mostly patched up and calmed down. I apologize for not answering the door sooner, he was being difficult."

"I see," said Virginia. She let out a decisive sigh. "Well, if there's anything I can do, let me know."

"I certainly will," he promised. "Thank you for the offer. You said Jasper told you the situation?"

"Yes," she said. "In a manner of speaking. It was more a panicked sobbing than a telling."

"Ah," Jekyll said again. "Well, please let him know that all should be well, and that Mr. Hyde and I both appreciate his efforts. I'm given to understand he saved Hyde's life."

"Did he," said Virginia, eyebrows raising. "Well, we shall have to give him a proper hero's welcome. What about you?"

"Staying with my patient," said Jekyll. "He should be well by morning, but I shouldn't like to leave him alone until then."

"Of course," said Virginia. "It seems like it was quite the ordeal."

"Indeed."

"Do take care, Henry."

"You as well."

She walked away, and he shut the door. For a moment, he stood there staring at the wood grain, thinking nothing, swaying with the beating of his heart.

"That," he said to himself, "was too close."

You're telling me, said Hyde.

[mrskandiibaby2269]

Like A Virgin

... So Mike and I are chilling at his house working on the project for school. And I'm teaching him all I know about creative writing. I must admit I'm so nervous it makes no sense. I'm trying to hide it. But he finds a way to help me relax. "Adina you gotta chill" I just wanna know why you being so nice to me. Nobody that you hang with likes me. So I know they put bugs in yo ear. "Listen. This assignment is for me to know you and you to know me. So know I don't let people put bugs in my ear. I find out for myself." I'm sorry. "It's cool. Look since I moved here for a week. I gotta confess something to you. " What's up ? " When I first saw you my mind was blown and my breath was taken away. I over heard what class you was in and I got mine changed so I can meet you. I really like you." Why me? " Because you're not like the other girls. Them " Rah-Rah, ratchet drama, filled, ghetto" Bitches. You're a beautiful women. You're down to earth, and chilled, basic. I love basic girls. Cause they stay to them selves and do what they need to do. " Can I be honest with you too? "Sure." I like you too He leans over to kiss me.... And it felt so damn good. Him rubbing my thighs Picking me up and getting on top Taking my shirt off slowly but I stop his hands. I felt the need to tell him the truth about me. I'm a Virgin. I can't do this maybe I should go. "Or maybe you should let me teach you somethings now." That look he gave me was like he was talking straight to my heart and my soul. He knew what I wanted and he knew I didn't want to wait for marriage no more. So. I got on top of him and took off his jersey and kissed him passionately Our tongues was so in sync. He rubbed on my pussy making my clit throb with anticipation. "Damn baby your Pussy so wet feeling like condensation. " He lifted me up and pulled down my leggings. Rubbing and smacking and biting my ass. Made me lean my head back and moan Mmmmm fuck! " I think I know what you like. I think you like it rough on the low." He says winking me. So while he lays me on my back taking my black lace panties off with his teeth while looking up at me. He tells me " This is how real men eat pussy. " Zig zagging his tongue from the left lip to the right lip Going in circles Tongue going crazy like a windmill Kissing my sweet juicy lips He spreads my legs open more To devour more of my pussy "Damn you taste so good you gotta pretty pussy too. Mmmm MMM. Oh you gonna be mine. " Mmmm shit YESS damn this feel so good I couldn't help but move back to the end of the couch Then he took total control that made me even wetter like water "Stay ya lil' sexy ass still. I'm not letting you get away this time." At that moment he strips my shirt off and unhooked my bra. And lifted me up and put me over his shoulders and place my back against the wall. And continued to eat my pretty pussy from where he left off He places his hands on my hips and made me roll in a sexy motion and told me to keep it going as he tightly gripped on to my hips and thighs As I did what he commanded. That felt more like heaven father please forgive. I mean but damn. The deeper he went into my pussy with his tongue, shaking his head All I could do is palm the back of his head and push him more into my pussy, bite my lip, and gasp for air like I needed mouth to mouth resuscitation. "Yeah, that's right baby take this tongue. Now take this dick " He move me from his shoulders to his dick. Thinking I was gonna fall but he catch me so smooth and wrapped my legs around his body While dropping his shorts He whispers in my ear gently "You ready ?" Yes "I'm go slow for you. Tell me when to stop." Feeling the tip of his large manhood, stretching my pussy It did hurt but only for a few seconds and the more he kept stroking his dick in and out of me And hearing the wetness of my pussy Mmmm I just had to scratch his back up a little bit. Then I stopped because I didn't know if that was cool or not until he told me. " You can scratch my back up if you want to baby. I love that shit." Mmmmm ahhh Mmm ahh mmm ahhh fuck Mike YESS YESS "Damn Yo pussy so good. Mmmm Fuck Adina. Shit Gotdamn girl. Hell yea. Gimme that pussy." Take it baby. It's all yours.. "And this dick is all yours baby. Muah muah muah." With each and every deep stroke he gave . My nails went deeper in his back. He then flip me over and put me on my knees on the floor and never missed a stroke. He kept the nice and slow ,sexy rhythm. Mmmm shit don't stop. Please don't stop !!! " I'm not gonna stop baby. I got you ma." As he says that in my ear. He teaches me how to throw my ass back on his dick and tells me to fuck his dick on my own while he stays still. "Squeeze that tight pussy on my dick... Shh-shit fuck yea just like that baby mmmm MMMM FUCK." As I throw it back on him. He grips and smacks my ass and he continues to fuck me while rubbing my back nice and smooth. Sent chills up and down my spine. I got bold and told him to lay on his back. I've been practicing how to give head with a toy I have at home. Hopefully I do good for the first time. I jack his dick up and down Kiss and lick all over it Start at the tip Running my tongue in circles around the head Work my head down mid shaft Cave my jaws in Slowly bob my head up and down Wetting his dick up with my tongue "Mmmm.... Aaaaah SHIT DAMN baby!! " Taking him in my mouth whole Spitting and slobbering on his thick big dick Drooling and catching it Making It Nasty He puts his hand on my head and grips my hair tugging and holding on for dear life That shit only made me wetter "Deep throat this dick. Go deeper baby. Come on bae you can do it." So I do. The deeper I go The more I choke and I love every minute of it. *COUGHING AND CHOKING* "Aaaaah FUCK ADINA. MMMMm SHIT BABY YOU ABOUT TO MAKE ME NUT!!!" Not until I ride you and you bust in my mouth. "MMmmm yes ma'am" So I get on top of him and start rolling my hips in circles Moving my pussy back and forth Making my ass clap on his dick I place his hands on my ass and make him smack my ass continuously as I start bouncing up and down Mmmm I feel my pussy creaming and squirting making his dick a complete and total sexy mess. "There ya baby. Ride that dick while smack that ass and suck on these pretty titties." Ahhh mmmm yassss daddy yassss "Ohh. I love it when you call me daddy. Shh-shit baby SHIT FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!! " What's wrong Daddy ?! "IM ABOUT TO FUCKING NUT. GET ON YO KNEES AND CATCH IT WITH YOUR MOUTH. COME ON BABY!!!!!." Holding my mouth wide open and sticking my tongue out to catch every drop and ounce of his creamy nut. "AHHHHH SHIT ADINA. FUCK!!! MMMMMmmmm FUCK!!! GOTDAMN!!!!" As he explodes on my tongue I swallow it all and show him that it's all gone. "Damn baby you might have been a Virgin but you a freaky ass Virgin." We both start laughing as make our way to the shower to get cleaned up. He wash me and I wash him But he looks me deep in my eyes And said "I was dead ass serious when I said you gonna be mine. Just to let you know. This wasn't no "hit and quit game" this is an continuous, on going , something serious , level type shit bae." Really? "Really, really. Adina I'm not gonna play you out like that. I'm not like those other niccas that do shit for bragging rights. That shit lame as hell." Then he kisses me. "Adina. I want you to be mine. Be my girl, please?" I kiss him back and happily say yes. He then takes me home. I say hey to my mom and dad and head upstairs to my room and fall on my bed. Smiling and cheesing like hell. All of this feels like a dream. Then I get a text on my phone. "Sup, baby girl I would like to take you out all weekend and pick you up for school when next week start back up is that cool?" Damn this is real and he text with good grammar?! Oh yeah it's a done deal. So I text back "Yea. That's cool bae. See you tomorrow around noon for lunch?" He quickly replies back. "Sounds like a plan baby. We can go to the mall. 💋❤️" "💋💋💋😍💋😏" So tomorrow comes and everything is great he bought me new clothes and shoes and a new necklace. Even got my hair and nails done. I told him I'm not the gold digging type and he didn't have to spend his money on me. But he insisted to do all these things and said he don't care. As long as I'm his girl and stay loyal to him. I'll get this treatment when ever I want it. He met my family and they like him and that's another plus. School starts back and we pull up in the school parking lot in his Blue Ford focus Girls try to gussy their selves up and try to attempt to look good and speak to him. And they begin to make their way over to him until he gets out and comes to the passenger side and opens my door. I step one foot out and niccas mouth drop and bitches start pouting and roll their eyes. He reaches for my hand to help me get out the car and carries my book bag and his. He pulls me to him and makes out with me in front of everbody. While we ignore the whispering and talking and the shocked looks. We began to walk in the school and guys I don't talk to, who bad mouth me. Tried to holla at me. But Mike shut them down. "Damn Adina you looking good why don't you and me do--" "Not a damn thing. Back, back homie. This my Queen. This all me." I just laugh and roll my eyes at the pathetic guy who lost his chance to have me. And kiss Mike for defending my honor. Then a ratchet chick tries to do the same thing with Mike. "Heyy Mike. You wanna go out sometime?" Sorry boo he already has a date and kiss him right in front of her as she gets mad and storm off. Mike has helped me get so much confidence. I've gained a lot of self esteem. Now my girls see me smiling more. And they say they are very happy for me and I deserve it all. Amber tells me " Damn 'Dina yo ass got fatter and hips hot wider" And Shaniece agrees and ask " Yea girl what the hell you did do over the weekend?!" All I could I say with a sexy, mischievous smirk 😏was "Ladies. Mike and I will gladly answer any questions you have at lunch today😉" While Mike agreed and kissed me as we all made our way to the cafeteria Their looks 😳😳and gasp😱😱😆😆😆 was priceless I got a feeling today nah scratch that....The rest of the year is gonna be a good year😏. MrsKandiiBaby💋🍭👅💦😏😘😜

[sintheyokai]

Layton Brothers: Devil’s Child (8): Chapter 7: Son of the Devil Himself

Word Count: 3787

She was cold.

She didn't know why, she just... was.

Her head ached and throbbed, in fact, her whole body felt feeble and tiny; it was pitch black and she couldn't see a thing. Where was she? And on that matter...

Who was she again?

Right. Destiny.

Destiny Knox.

She remembered now. Faintly but she remembered. She had been attacked from behind, she'd been put into... something... A box? Or had it been a car? She remembered it had been nighttime, no one had been on the street, and no one came when she had started an uproar screaming.

Now where had she been taken?

Destiny soon realized she had been blindfolded and ripped the thick, black cloth from her eyes.

Upon removing the blindfold, she knew her kidnapper and where she was.

The cell walls around her were plenty enough explanation. Immediately, her heart began to quicken.

The tall man...

No. There was no way she'd been taken back by him... Was there? The more she looked around, however, the more it seemed so.

She stood up and approached the vent on the far wall, beginning to softly sing into it.

*to the tune of Twinkle Little Star (in B key, alternately known as Spooky Twinkles)*

Miss Death will I see the Sun?

Destiny waited, hearing her echo for a few moments before hearing a response:

No no see your time has come.

To make sure the woman on the other side wasn't an imposter, she continued

But might I see my dear friends?

Or my family again?

The voice responded:

No no see your time has come

As the devil snuffs your light

Reassured, Destiny called out, "Who else is here?"

Silence. Suddenly, a small voice spoke.

"Destiny?" it called out, "Is tha' you?"

Destiny felt relief as she recognized the voice. She responded.

"Yes, Luna, it's me. Did the tall man-"

"Aye. 'e did." The answer came with such restrained fury, that if hatred were a liquid, it would have flooded from Luna's lips.

There was a silence before Luna continued, "'e got Sissy Lou after 'e found us 'idin'. Whatever you do, do not, again: DO. NOT... Trust a man by the name of Blaine Dartwright." Her voice ceased to a barely audible whisper, so soft that Destiny only caught the last two words.

"Fallen Angel..."

Destiny's heart clenched. The Fallen Angels of the dungeons were traitors who had been tricked by the offer of freedom. They believed they'd be free if they caught enough escapees and runaways, the damned fools.

Destiny's heart continued to ache as she kept talking to her old friend. Luna spoke of how they had escaped, how they reunited with their mother...

Then she mentioned a name that sounded familiar.

"We've only worked wiv Mr. Alfendi once an' a 'alf, but we really like 'im! Even Lucas is warmin' up!" Luna chirped, happily continuing to chat away.

"Alfendi?" Destiny cut Luna off, "Last name, Layton?"

There was a still silence, cold and empty.

"H-How d'ya know 'im?" Luna's voice dripped with fear, "Wh- Who've I been talkin' to?"

"Still Destiny." the woman responded assuringly, "I just know him from a case I was a suspect in."

Another bit of silence.

"Which one?" she asked in a suspicious and accusing tone. She didn't want to sound rude, but for all she knew, this person calling themselves Destiny was just another Fallen Angel.

"The Roscoe Strapping case with Gloria Blaise" Destiny answered without missing a beat. Luna sighed, relieved she hadn't been fooled.

"'ow are things on your side?" Luna asked, "I'll try an' get out, but is there any way you can-"

"Shh!" Destiny quickly hushed the Baker.

A pause.

Clip clop, clip clop

Heavy footsteps, approaching fast in Destiny's direction. She whispered into the hole.

"He's coming! Keep quiet!"

And soon enough, he turned the corner.

"Every time..." he growled, the gold and white mask he wore echoing his every last word, "Every time I banish you, you simply come back again, why?"

Destiny did not answer, for she knew punishment would only be worse if she spoke out of turn. The man scoffed from behind his mask.

"I see you've at least learned to behave in the presence of God's Chosen One. Come."

He opened Destiny's cell door and stepped aside, a test to see if she would attempt escape.

Now Destiny was presented an option: to try and run, or comply with who would inevitably become her murderer.

Deciding she didn't want to die slowly, she played her Obedient Little Girl card, quietly walking out of her cell.

"Good choice. Follow." the man said, his heeled footsteps echoing down the hall as she obeyed.

After minutes of navigating the stone corridors, they arrived at a wooden door. The man removed his mask, at which Destiny quickly turned her gaze away from him.

"It's good to know you remember the punishment for looking upon the face of God's Prophet. Wait here," he said, shoving the mask into a small box next to the door, "If I find you gone upon coming back, the consequences will be severe."

With that, he opened the door and entered the room. Destiny, curious, put her ear to the door.

"Mr. Dartwright!" she heard, "I'm glad to see you brought my daughter; what method did you use?"

A velvety voice answered.

"Chloroform, Mr. Baker. I hope you don't mind; I just didn't think she'd cooperate, so I used a more forceful tactic."

"I appreciate it, Mr. Dartwright, although I do think it's best you step out while I bring the therapist in."

"Reasonable. For privacy, I assume?"

"Quite so."

So she was to play the role of a therapist. How ironic, considering her adopted, abusive mother had been one.

Or, at least, one of her adoptive, abusive mothers.

The door opened, both the Devil and the man called Dartwright stepping out. Destiny studied the Fallen Angel. He was tall, but not so much as to be eye level with the Devil. His blonde hair flared in the back, almost giving him a sense of charm. His white rimmed glasses and clean beige suit gave off the same sophisticated vibe as the Devil, albeit not as high strung.

"Ah, you must be the therapist; Mrs...?"

Destiny could feel the smoldering glare of the tall man on her. She only thought of one name.

"Knox. Fate Knox." She responded.

The Fallen Angel nodded. "Fate..." he repeated, "You look very familiar, have we met?"

"No, I don't think so. You must be thinking of my twin, Destiny. The one from the Gloria Blaise case that made it to Scotland Yard?"

Blaine made a face of acknowledgment before turning his attention to "Mr. Baker" as Destiny had heard.

"Mr. Baker, shall we take our leave?" he asked.

Lucius shook his head,"You may, but seeing as I am a part of the therapy, I must stay behind. I can, however, take you to a b- a waiting area, if you would like."

Blaine nodded, sounding approval as he proceeded to wait. Lucius turned to Destiny, who, in pure fear, forced herself to look up at him.

His bright green eyes pierced her very soul, flashing with such pent up rage that it took every ounce of her will to not go into animalistic cowardice.

"Mrs. Knox, I think it's best that you wait inside." he practically growled that last part.

Without another word, Destiny entered the room. There, unconscious on the couch, was Lucille. Her ginger hair had been tussled and her peach cap was over her eyes. Her mouth was parted slightly; her green jacket was scuffed and ripped in some places, showing signs of struggle.

Destiny scurried over to her, grasping the poor girl's shoulders and shaking her.

"Lucille! Wake up!" she shouted in a hushed tone; she'd be dead for sure if Mr. Baker heard her.

Disrupted, Lucille stirred awake, eyes landing on Destiny.

"D-Destiny?" she stammered, "Is-Is it really you?"

Destiny nodded, "And I've been told I'm your 'therapist'" she scoffed.

"Wo-Wot are we gunna do?"

"Wait. We'll wait as always. It's worked before, it'll work this time, I promise.

As Destiny said that, the door opened to reveal him, the Devil, mask and all. She sat down out of instinct.

It was still and silent, the room sounding devoid of all life. Lucius strolled to his desk, every muffled click of his heel striking rising panic. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a long coil.

A whip.

He unraveled the long, black cord at a slow, agonizing pace. Both Lucille and Destiny knew what he was doing.

He was stalling time. Trying to draw out the fear and make them beg for him to just get it over with.

He was trying to show them that they had no choice but the one he presented: A brutal beating.

After the length of the cord that spelled anguish had been strung out, he began slowly approaching them.

Clip... Clop... Clip... Clop...

He stood in front of them, whip in hand.

And slowly, he lifted it above his head.

***

Time-???

It hurt. It hurt a lot. Why did it hurt so much?

His head was throbbing, and his vision was nothing but black.

Where... was he?

Alfendi struggled, but he was tied down to a mental patient's bed. He heard Potty in his head.

Placid what happened? Everything's blurry...

Gassed. Some man tortured us last I remember.

Damn... Lucy! Where's Lucy!?

I've no clue, she wasn't in the room we were in. Can you bust us out?

Only if you relax.

Alright.

He relaxed, closing his eyes as Potty took over. The second he had the wheel, Potty tugged at the straps with such great strength, that they slowly began to rip from the mental bed.

Arms loose, he pulled them out and untied his torso and arm straps. As he removed his blindfold, he told Placid.

And look who said our little fist fights with Fauna were useless~

Shut it.

He unstrapped his legs, then stepped off the table. At that moment, the door opened behind him.

"M-Mr. Alfendi! You're awake!"

Alfendi turned to see Lucas, trembling.

"Lucas?" he exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

Lucas said nothing, simply grabbing him by the arm and tugging. Alfendi, albeit trusting the boy, stopped him. When Lucas gave him an odd look, Alfendi pointed to the still and quiet body of Lucifer. Quickly unstrapping him, Alfendi picked him up.

Lucifer was surprisingly light for a 25 year old man.

Lucas grabbed Alfendi by the shoulder and tugged once more. This time, Alfendi followed.

As they crept through the stone halls, Alfendi took notice of the boy's behavior. Constant head turning, walking quickly, rapid breathing...

He was paranoid, but of what?

He then heard a whisper, which he finally registered as Lucas trying to talk to him.

"Did ya see 'im?" he asked.

"Who?" Alfendi questioned in an equally soft whisper, "The masked man?"

Lucas flinched.

Correct.

"We go'a 'urry, we're almost ther-"

There was a loud scream. A male one, much to Alfendi's horror. Because if all the male Bakers and himself were there...

Then that meant Blaine was getting tortured.

Alfendi practically shoved Lucifer into Lucas's arms before taking off in the direction he'd heard the scream. He stopped at a large wooden door, edged in iron, on which someone was pounding the other side.

With one swift roundhouse, Alfendi kicked the door clean off it's hinges, accidentally whacking Blaine in the face.

The room was edged in fire, and any oxygen in the small room seemed to quickly be replaced by smoke. In the middle of it all, on the floor from being hit with the door, was Blaine.

Blaine only dawned a white tank top and his boxers, the rest of his clothes discarded on the stone floor. Door opened and him free, Blaine grabbed his clothes and stepped out of the room.

"Lay...Layton?" he panted, "Wha-" he let out a devilish cough, the smoke having taking it's effect on the poor inspector.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came with you, do you not remember?" Alfendi raised his eyebrow.

"But... he said-!" Blaine's eyes went wide in realization.

They went wider after Lucas slowly asked, menace laced within the question:

"Where... is... Lucy?"

Blaine looked at him, eyes filled with unspeakable pain.

"I-I'm so sorry...!" he said. At this, Alfendi tensed, both Potty and Placid. He grabbed Blaine's shoulder with the grip of a python.

"What did you do?" it came out as an odd growl, like both personalities asking at once.

Blaine stammered out, "I- I didn't know! I thought he was being honest! Then... he trapped me in that room when the fire started...! God, Layton, end me!"

"Who's 'he'?" Alfendi questioned, fearing the worst, "The masked man?"

"What? No, Lucius Baker; what masked man?"

Alfendi felt his blood run cold as he pieced it all together. He didn't get to say it however, as Lucifer suddenly began to stir awake. Lucas, startled, nearly dropped his elder brother.

Lucifer quickly escaped his brother's arms, landing with a silent thud on the stone floor. Standing up, he scanned the area, acknowledging Alfendi and the others. He turned to Lucas.

"Where are th' girls?" he questioned rather urgently. Lucas, in response, pointed to Blaine.

"Dartwright's a Fallen Angel, Lucifer. To Lucille at least."

Lucifer snapped his head towards Blaine, eyes filled with unfathomable rage. He grabbed the inspector by the collar and rammed him into the wall.

"You inconsiderate, shit-stained BASTARD!" he roared, "After ALL we said, you STILL TRUSTED 'IM!?"

He let go, Blaine collapsing onto the floor before Lucifer swiftly kicked him straight in the jaw, knocking him unconscious. He turned to Alfendi.

"Go on. Arrest me if ya must for assaultin' a bobby. I've done wot's right."

"Oh, don't you worry about it one bit, Lucifer," Potty waved his hand casually, "Smartass Shitwright had it coming anyway."

Lucifer flashed a grin before turning to his little brother.

"We 'eadin' t' Limbo now, I'm assumin'?" he asked.

Lucas nodded, "Aye, but we really 'afta 'urry now." he pointed to the unconscious mass that was Blaine, "An' I know you don't wanna, Lucifer, but we should take 'im too. Th' Devil's been torturin' 'im."

Lucifer's face twisted into an annoyed grimace, lips pressed into a solid, thin line. He nodded, picking up the inspector before roughly tossing him over his shoulder.

The camaraderie continued their journey, navigating the seemingly endless corridors. After what seemed like hours upon hours of staring at the blood stained stone, they came to an empty corner.

"We found out pre'y early that this Place were full of secrets an' th' loike (like) that Daddy knew nowt about." Lucifer told Alfendi, glancing at Lucas, "Care t'do th' 'onors, lil brother?"

Lucas, grinning, turned to the stone wall. He scanned it before lifting a slender digit and putting his long, sharp nail into a large crack. There was a rumble, and a small portion of the wall caved inward like a door to reveal a flight of stairs.

Awestruck, Alfendi stood at the entrance, mouth agape as Lucifer trudged down the stairs, carefully as to not drop Blaine's unconscious body. Lucas followed Lucifer, and, snapping out of his stupor, Alfendi followed him.

They had only gotten a few steps down when Alfendi's feet betrayed him.

"Ohfuck!" Potty quickly yelped, as he slipped from a narrow step and began tumbling down the rest of the stairs; he knocked Lucas and Lucifer off their feet, and soon they were tumbling after the inspector along with Blaine's body. None of them could stop; the stairs were too narrow and uneven.

They eventually piled up at the bottom of the stairwell, bruises beginning to form.

That's definitely going to leave a mark tomorrow... Potty painfully groaned in his head.

For once, I couldn't agree more. Placid responded in an equally pained groan.

"Are you all alright?!" Alfendi looked up to see Luna, eyes wide and concerned, and Loosha, stifling laughter on a stool.

"Aye, just fockin' peachy Luna! Loike can't ya see that? Thought it were fockin' obvious!" Lucifer groaned sarcastically, "An' Loosha, if ya dare turn into a gigglepot, I'll grab ya by yah elephant lugs an' chuck ya straight across th' room!"

This threat only fuelled Loosha's immense urge to laugh; she soon could no longer hold it and burst into a fit of giggles as the men stood up. Alfendi looked around.

The room they had crashed into was small, albeit large enough to host a large family, probably 6 to 8 people. A single lantern hung in the center of the ceiling, and there was a desk at the far west end, papers upon papers scattered about its surface. At the back, a dartboard with a picture of Lucius at its center and several knives stuck in various spots. Five stools sat in the middle, forming a circle around a miniature table that was much like one a child would play with. And on the table, torn and dirty, were five stuffed toys.

Alfendi walked over to the table and picked one up.

It was a doll, a girl, dawning a red dress and white apron with a little heart in the corner. Her blonde hair was in braids, her eyes and lips piercing shades of green and red, and her face plastered with a sweet smile.

"That's Elise. The doll Mummy made me." Loosha sighed, "Pretty, in' she?"

Alfendi nodded, "Your mother certainly has excellent craftsmanship..." He put Elise down and picked the two bears off the table.

One was a deep, chocolate brown, its tail missing, with stab marks scattered about its soft, fabric fur, and it's large button eyes were a bright, candy red. The other bear was white, littered with beautiful blue patches, a royal purple stomach, and was missing its right leg. Instead of red eyes, it had mismatched eyes, one a bright, key lime pie shade while the other was a sweet blush pink.

"Th' brown one's Cocoa, an' she's Luna's, while th' other is Mochi, who's owned by Lucas." Loosha said, the aforementioned individuals gathering around the table. Alfendi then picked up the cat in the group.

It was red, much like Potty's hair, with deep blue button eyes and a bright green stomach. Unfortunately, the poor thing's left leg was missing, ripped off from what looked like rage.

"Tha's mine, Eve." Lucifer said, "Daddy ripped 'er leg off when I tried defyin' 'im..."

Alfendi only made a noise of pitiful sympathy in response as he picked up the last stuffed toy: another bear.

This one was a brighter red than Eve, though had a raw pink undertone, cherry red buttons for eyes and a ripped off ear.

"An' that's-" Luna managed to say before Alfendi interrupted her.

"Strawberry," he said, gently holding his assistant's precious toy. He noticed a little brown clump in the stuffing of the torn ear. He smiled, "And I believe I see a little Guardian spider hiding in her ear."

The clump twitched, slowly crawling out and onto the bear's head. It waved its front legs eagerly as if saying hello.

"Can you find Lucille?" Alfendi asked the arachnid, "And Lucius, for that matter?"

It waved its hairy little legs in understanding before scurrying off his and into the cracks in the wall. Alfendi turned to the Bakers.

"We need a plan to get Lucy back," Alfendi statedcu firmly, "I know you lot are scared to go against your father, but we're going to have to, like it or not. Pray I still have..." he reached for his waist.

The gun he had brought along was no longer there.

"Damn..." Potty cursed, "Stolen."

"I-if ya can't find 'em, Mr. Alfendi, maybe this'll 'elp?" Lucifer reached behind his back and underneath his shirt. Before Alfendi could even see what he had grabbed, Luna squeaked and fiercely grabbed her brother's arm, violently shaking her head no.

"We 'ave to 'elp Mr. Alfendi, Luna. No ma'er wot." Lucifer's voice was soft, but firm, higher than usual, but somehow dark and beastly.

He finally pulled a large knife from behind him, Alfendi's eyes growing wide at the size. The knife was no longer than the length of Lucifer's hand and half his forearm combined, and the blade was about the width of a machete.

"Dad doesn't usually carry guns, unless 'e's usin' 'em for torture," Lucifer said, twirling the knife whilst gazing at it, "So a knife is fair game." he grabbed the blade and held it out to Alfendi.

Alfendi had a dilemma now. Usually, Placid would be declining such an offer, and Potty all for it.

But the minute Lucifer offered the knife, the roles seemed reversed. Placid felt the urge to brandish the weapon, while Potty wanted nothing to do with it.

We shouldn't, Potty fretted, Besides, I haven't swung a knife since the wolf incident!

Which was before I existed, Placid retorted, Thus, I don't think you have much a right to make this choice for me. I may believe in less physical methods of breaking people, but a man like Lucius? Well, he certainly seems like an exception.

With that, Placid took the knife, turning it around between slender digits. It gleamed in the light of the fire lit lantern, the golden reflection lighting up his face in an eerie fashion.

"It's se'led then, innit?" Lucifer said, "We're goin', so let's raise up the chant." He handed Alfendi a slip of paper, "It's a bit creepy, but in case ya wanna join, 'ere."

Alfendi looked at the paper whilst the Bakers each sat down and grabbed their own stuffed doll, Strawberry in the middle of the table. Slowly, they began to chant, Alfendi joining.

Down here for years we've been Longer than any soul that toils in sin The Devil Himself 'round every corner Puts us on edge every second, minute, hour We've longed for the day that we'll be freed Daybreak after daybreak Nightfall after nightfall Tedious minute after tedious minute Yet no matter how long we've waited We've never seen the sun Not since the Devil got us in his hands The time to riot's now We won't suffocate below Come now demons Come now angels We'll go on down Down, down, down... Down to Hell we'll go Down, down, down... Clock strikes the midnight hour It's the time for devil's dance Now up we go Up we go... Clip clop, tick tock

It's time to pay the Devil himself a visit...