#And Florence and the machines but only the song dog days are over

[folklouire]

THE DOG DAYS ARE OVER, THE DOG DAYS ARE DONE.

Florence + the Machine (2008)

#florence + the machine #fatmedit #florence welch #florencewelchedit #dailymusicians #lyricsedit #musicgifs #dailymusicqueens #alternativequeens #f+tm #dog days are over #i want this song to eat me chew me swallow me and then spit me out #love the quality of the gifs as always. thanks tumblr #anyway. the only song ever #folklouireedits

[things-methinks]

Dog days are over was written for Nadia Vulvokov actually

#Russian Doll #nadia vulvokov #natasha lyonne #florence and the machine #dog days are over #It's true. Florence told me that herself #'leave all your love and your longing behind. you can't carry it with you if you want to survive' #LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THAT ISN'T THE ENTIRE PREMISE OF THE SHOW #Actually yes. you have to leave the love and the pain and the longing and everything that happened #if you ever want to move past it. and live and love again and if you want to stay in the present and not be trapped in the past #You have to drop that weight and walk forward #It will always be with you but only as reminiscent of the past. you cannot change it. but you can live with it #gods I fucking love this song and this show

[deadcrowcalling]

doing that trend where u name a song for every letter of ur url except i wasn't tagged and one just popped up on my dashboard and i rlly wanna do it

D- dog days are over by florence + the machine

E- egg and soldiers by cosmo sheldrake

A- abbey by mitski

D-daylight by david kushner

C- come along by cosmo sheldrake

R- revolution by the score

O- only ones who know by arctic monkeys

W- weapon of god by the taxpayers

C- cold cold cold by cage the elephant

A- au revoir (adios) by the front bottoms

L- lonely eyes by the front bottoms

L- lipstick covered magnet by the front bottoms

I- is this it by the strokes

N- no surprises by radiohead

G- ginger by the front bottoms

tagging mutuals (lmk if u don't wanna be tagged in this kinda stuff) @syntax-error15 @neil-kinnie @i-am-in-love-with-todd-anderson @desire-mona @askthedeadpoetssociety @flaming-green @amorisastrum

#little thing #not dps whattt #reblog game #i guess #what to tag this as lol

[lostidiot24]

💣Dog Days Are Over💥

BatFamily x Gender Neutral!Sibling!Reader

Song: Dog Days Are Over by Florence + the Machine

Summary: You were never supposed to go on this mission. It was so obvious it was a trap but the urgency to solve this case overshadowed your concern. It was too late to pay attention now…

TW: Explosion, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst/little to no comfort

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Pain shot through your left leg as rubble and dust contaminated the air around you. Your hands tried to push your body off of the ground but the pressure on your leg created enough pain to render you weak. Adrenaline kept you from screaming at the injury. Ringing was the only thing your eyes could pick up as a droplet landed on your hand. Looking down, red liquid was dripping onto your hand. You brought your hand up to your ear and flinched when you felt warm blood seep from your eardrum.

What could even lead up to this…?

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Not even an hour earlier were you sitting on a cot in the med bay. Dropping your legs and standing up from the cot, you walked out after getting your stitches removed from an injury last mission. You were grateful to have an important job on the team, even if it mean getting fatally injured almost every time you left the confines of the cave in your suit.

Tim was sitting at the bat computer looking at some type of security footage.

“What’s tha-“ Before you could finish your sentence, Tim jumped and quickly turned to face you.

“Oh my god [Name]! How were you so quiet?!”

“I wasn’t trying to be. How long have you been awake?” He just sent you a glare and turned back around in his chair. “This is the footage of the cameras we set up near the explosion site. You are gonna go there and check if anything was left behind that could pin point us where the Joker is.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.” With slight hesitation, you turned around, walked to your bike, and got your helmet on. Footsteps and laughter could be heard down the hall way as the rest of the family, including Alfred, walked into the cave. Jason was laughing at something on his phone with Dick and Steph, Damian was holding Alfred the cat while Cass pet them, and Bruce was discussing something with Alfred. Not even a glance was sent your way as they crowded around the computer. With a sigh, you sped up out of the cave and turned in the direction of the site.

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Metal doors screeched as your gloves hands pushed them open. You checked all around the site out couldn’t find anything. The comms were slightly bugging out so you tried to tell Tim put it seemed like it didn’t go through. Instead of going inside the small building, you took a step back and walked towards your bike.

“Check that building. I’m getting traces of electrical damage there.” You tried to say that it seemed like a trap but your voice didn’t go through. Instead of trying to protest again, you stepped into the building and turned on the flashlight in your side bag.

A loud slam echoed through the room before a beeping sound was faintly heard. Your whole body turned in surprise to see the metal doors shut. You ran towards doors and shook the door but it wouldn’t budge. The beeping got higher and faster while you took and lock pick out if your bag. With shaky hands, you picked the lock and swung open the door. Unfortunately, it was too late. The beeping stopped and your eyes widened in fear. A blast of heat and force pushed on your back, sending you tumbling forward. The sound of an explosion was loud but far enough back that you could tell it was far into the building.

Another explosion was on your right side while you picked your self up off the damaged ground. Without much thought, you ran. You ran away from the crumbling building and towards your bike. Another explosion propelled you forward with enough force to push you off your feet. Collecting yourself, you kept running and tried to ignore the ringing in your ears while explosion after explosion was felt at your sides. The site you were at was an old construction site that was take over by the Joker. It was a trap. He planted bombs along the sides of the dirt path that lead to the building. As your feet crossed the pavement that signed the start of construction, one last explosion projected you and your bike to the ground.

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So that’s why I’m here…

Your eyes adjusted to your surroundings before settling on your leg that was caught under your bike. This wouldn’t be much of a problem to get out of if the bomb didn’t wreak your bike. Metal tore into your leg as you pulled you leg away from it. A scream ripped from your throat before someone’s frantic voice was heard in your ear. Not paying attention to the comms, you pushed the bike off your leg and assessed the damage.

Your eyes widened as a figure was even walking towards you from the dust. It was holding something that looked like a crowbar as it was dragged across the ground. Your body moved without thought and tried to crawl further away from the person before hands grabbed you from behind and pulled you into a car. You screamed and pushed them away before a familiar voice calmed you down. Without restraint, you closed your eyes and let the darkness take you. Your breath stayed frantic but your family could only hope that Dick got there in time.

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#batfamily x reader #batfam x reader #batfamily x sibling!reader #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #tim drake x reader #stephanie brown x reader #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #duke thomas x reader #cassandra cain x reader #lostidiot🪻 #Batsibling

[best-overplayed-song]

fun facts

the percussion in "Dog Days Are Over" comes from Florence banging on a wall with her hands while kicking a drum at the same time

About "Running Up That Hill", Kate Bush explained: "I was trying to say that, really, a man and a woman can’t understand each other because we are a man and a woman. And if we could actually swap each other’s roles, if we could actually be in each other’s place for a while, I think we’d both be very surprised! And I think it would lead to a greater understanding. And really the only way I could think it could be done was with the devil. And I thought, ‘well, no, why not a deal with God!’ You know, because in a way it’s so much more powerful, the whole idea of asking God to make a deal with you. You see, for me it is still called “Deal With God”, that was its title. But we were told that if we kept this title that it would not be played in any of the religious countries, Italy wouldn’t play it, France wouldn’t play it, and Australia wouldn’t play it! Ireland wouldn’t play it, and that generally we might get it blacked purely because it had God in the title"

thanks to Stranger Things, Kate Bush has broken 3 records: the longest-ever gap between #1 singles, the longest time for a single to reach #1, and the oldest female artist ever to score a #1.

#best overplayed song bracket #tumblr bracket #tournament poll #polls #florence and the machine #kate bush

[ticktockheartstop]

I haven’t seen anyone point this out but, uh, there’s something(s) suspicious about “Muriel’s Perfectly Plucky Playlist.”

Yes, it’s a cute playlist of upbeat songs whose first lyrics perfectly spell out “Hello, hello, hello,” reminding us of our cheerful little angel from season 2. But let me first point out that “plucky” is not necessarily a perfectly happy word.

As anyone in the Good Omens fandom should know, Heaven is not a very happy place, and I think that’s why people love Muriel so much. They have managed to keep a very positive attitude amidst an oppressive regime in which they are VERY low on the totem pole. But it is really sad to have the fact that Muriel has had to be so determined and courageous in the face of difficulties blatantly pointed out, especially since it’s kinda easy to think of Muriel as a happy little child of an angel. Who would ever want to hurt them? (Michael and Uriel and the Metatron and everyone else in Heaven, apparently)

So, back to the playlist itself: we start out with very happy songs, which is all great and to be expected from Muriel. BUT THEN “Dog Days Are Over” by Florence + the Machine comes along, and…. Well…

With that meaning behind the song, you start to wonder if Muriel is really listening to the lyrics, or if they’re just jamming to the happy, upbeat rhythms and notes of the song. (Much like Neil said about the Almighty enjoying The Sound of Music for the nuns and singing and ignoring everything else)

Next on the playlist is Everyday by Buddy Holly, which we are all very familiar with at this point. The song itself is about waiting for love and the hope that love will persevere. With Gabriel and Beezlebub, love did persevere, so I can only hope that it will for Muriel someday as well. It’s just sad to think of our lonely little angel waiting to be loved.

Song number 8 is Another One Bites the Dust, which I think is the least traditionally happy and upbeat song on the playlist. Just take a closer look at the lyrics:

Not a happy song! And the lyrics that really stick out to me are: “how do you think I’m going to get along/without you when you’ve gone?/you took me for everything that I had/and kicked me or on my own” because that’s exactly what the Metatron and Heaven did to Muriel! I think our angel is harboring some serious bitterness!

This point is only farther supported by the next song, Demi Lovato’s cover of “Let It Go.” The fact that it is Demi’s version is significant, because there are some different lyrics than those heard on the Disney movie.

These lyric changes make the already rebellious, freeing song even more so. And we all know that the Good Omens team didn’t choose this version by mistake.

So, what have we learned? I think Muriel is going to see some serious character development, and become quite an important player in season 3. Either that or this is just further proof that all angels are traumatized (or both!)

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens theory #muriel #Muriel’s perfectly plucky playlist #good omens playlist #neil gaiman #hello hello hello #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #good omens season 3 #angels #quelin sepulveda #good omens season 1 #go2 #go2 spoilers

[tarotwithlove]

PICK A CARD ⋆ meeting your fictional others family for the first time

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

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GROUP ONE

cards · ten of boons, seven of challenges, ten of challenges, the forest lord, keeper of boons,  nine of visions, the youth fool: live fearlessly.

channelled songs · kill bill by sza. something in common by bobby brown & whitney houston. blaze by rolling quartz. dog days are over by florence + the machine. 

hey there group one ♡ the first time you meet your fictional other’s family will be a strange one to say the least. everything will start off fine and normal, only to suddenly take a sudden turn. not a turn that is particularly for the worst, but, rather, more for the uncanny. 

this is especially true if you are asking about someone from a horror movie or horror game. two things in particular are coming to mind here: one, five nights at freddy's, and, two, the movie 'ready or not' where, on the night of her wedding, a woman gets hunted down by her new husband's family. of course this does not have to be who you are or what you are asking about, but this is the vibe around the first meeting between you and your fictional other's family. 

while some of you may be in this direct situation where mid-way through this meeting you have to fight for your life against some outside or supernatural force, for others of you it may be more that your fictional other's family are survivalists. so rather than a traditional meeting, such as having a lunch or dinner, this first meeting will be active. on the go. one where you are caught up in a game of chase or paintball, or something similar where hunting and survival are involved. something where a winner will be crowned. 

you will be teamed up with another member of your f/o's family (a mother or mother figure in particular) and impress them with your skills, plans, and ideas. regardless of who wins, by the end of the game -- by the time you and your fictional other leave -- you and your f/o's family are locked in. it's as if you've known each other forever; as if you're a part of the family already. 

GROUP TWO

cards · the huntsman, the council of animals, eight of boons, eight of challenges, the green mother, keeper of visions, the forget fool: let it go. 

channelled songs · i'm your man by mitski. best life by cardi b & chance the rapper. girls against god by florence + the machine. gao shan liu shui by li jia xiang. 

hey there group two ♡ your fictional other’s family may be large, with a lot of people as well as a lot of pets and/or animals. you may be asking about a character from a book, manga, or comic. a fantasy book in particular, as one piece, nimona, and the night circus are two things that come to mind. this is someone who is stoic or, rather, fairly reserved. someone who is romantic, even though they do not seem like it. they may not show their true selves to others, choosing, rather, to play into a role or into people’s preconceived notions. 

the first meeting with your fictional other’s family may take place at a circus, fair, or amusement park. though a circus seems most likely. 

your fictional other's family may be a bit cult-like. this family, and your fictional other themselves even if only to an extent, may be a bit creepy or eery. but this is more only at first appearances or on a surface level -- especially as i am hearing the words, "appearances can be deceiving." because of this, you may at first feel deeply scared or uncomfortable, only for their family members to smile, laugh, or gather around you with cheers and exclamations, successfully breaking any fear and tension that you may be feeling. 

they are almost too nice from this very first meeting, with many members of your fictional other’s family already talking about marriage and future gatherings; making plans for far, far, far into the future again. you may be a bit overwhelmed by all of this, and may want to never see your f/o’s family again. at least for a few more weeks or months. 

GROUP THREE

cards · the wisewoman, the huntsman, the oldest one, four of boons, five of boons, seeker of spells, the trickster: get real. 

channelled songs · 2 baddies by nct 127. wise man by frank ocean. geyser by mitski. crazy in love by beyoncé & jay-z. 

hey there group three ♡ your fictional other is likely not a romantic one, but more a friend or otherwise platonic fictional other. when you meet their parents for the first time, you may immediately go, “oh. i want you.” very big milf/dilf energy that leaves you incredibly shy and flustered -- which may be different from how you usually act, and from how people you’re attracted to usually make you act. 

your fictional other’s parents are somewhat of a power couple. they are incredibly attractive to you, for sure, almost unnaturally so. a kind of attractiveness you have never seen before. i get the feeling that you’re asking about a royal family, or about someone who comes from royalty. i’m thinking of she-ra and iron man (funnily enough) so that could be significant to who or what you are asking about. or we could just be looking at a powerful, popular figure with powerful, popular parents. 

while i do not think this f/o is a romantic one, for those of you in a romantic relationship with this fictional other, when you meet your f/o’s family you may find yourself thinking that you’ve gotten a raw deal. you may even consider leaving your f/o and disconnecting yourself from them and their family because of how complicated your feelings are now -- but this is later down the line and not so much upon the first meeting, and more so if this is a romantic fictional other.

if your fictional other is your friend, things are far less complicated. 

during this first meeting, you may be awed by your f/o's parents. by their charm. by their sexiness. by their devotion to each other. you want to be with them, and to be a part of what they have. they will flirt with you a lot, though you may not realise it. and you may not realise it because it can be seen as something you can just brush off -- think of feeding you a taster while looking at you with a desire filled look that you miss, or a touch on the shoulder that you don't register, or a comment about how cute you are that you don't think counts as flirting. 

GROUP FOUR

cards · the hermit, weaver of boons, seven of challenges, nine of boons, child of boons, weaver of visions, the sentimental fool: make life happen now. 

channelled songs · cough it out by the front bottoms. reason by kai. xo by beyoncé. any way the wind blows by eva noblezada. 

hey there group four ♡ the first meeting with your fictional other’s family will be so cozy and comfortable. there is such a feeling of safety here, almost nostalgic, reminding you of childhoods roasting marshmallows around a fire or lighting sparklers on a new years night. 

you immediately feel invited into their home, as if they never for a moment since hearing about you considered you anything other than a part of their family.

there is such a warm, earthy feeling here. think of the shire from the lord of the rings, a hobbit hole. though i am also thinking of darren shan and the darren shan universe. so either of these may be significant to who or what you’re asking about, though this may not be for everyone. 

your fictional other's family will invite you into their home. they will cook and bake for you. they will share family recipes with you and you may, in turn, share a family recipe with them. i initially wanted to say that you'll do "anything to get closer to them," but that seems like a purposeful act when what happens is a very natural bonding; a natural response to the love and kindness you receive. 

after you eat, you’ll sit in front of a fireplace with hot drinks and talk, play games, or watch movies. again, it’s so warm and cozy. so homely. 

it may be like this because it’s around christmas or around an equivalent in-universe holiday -- something where gathering with family and spending time with family is important, which is an intentional decision by your f/o’s family to further send this message to you that you are a part of their family. 

your f/o’s family will compliment you a lot. you will feel loved and welcomed immediately.

you will feel at home. 

#** #tarot #pac #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a picture #fictional other #romantic fictional other #fictional other community #f/o community #romantic f/o #f/o #f/o imagines #channelled message #channeled message #divination

[winniethewife]

Leave all your love and your longing behind (Jake Lockely x F!reader)

Prompt: road trip

A/N: Specifically requested by @ominoose

Words: 357

Jake’s eyes on the road as they drove down the high way. She had her feet on th dash board and was leaning back. If it was anyone else Jake would be furious to have their feet on his dashboard, but she could get away with anything. They had been on the road for a few hours now. Driving from Chicago to New York City looking some information. She was already bored.

“Just a twelve hour drive, He said, it’ll be fun, He said” She said mockingly as she looked over at Jake with a smirk on her face.  He scoffs playfully.

“Eh, What can I say Hermosa. I thought this would be more fun for you.” He says with a laugh.   

“Please, you just didn’t want to do this alone.” She laughs, taking her feet off the dash board and leans over to turn on the radio. She was delighted to hear one of her favorite songs playing, she turned up the volume and the fast paced tune started to fill the car. She smiles brightly and glances over as Jake as he shakes his head slightly having heard this song a hundred times. She leans back and started to sing along

“Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father, Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers, Leave all your love and your longing behind, You can't carry it with you if you want to survive”  Jake couldn’t get over her voice, the way she dances slightly to the tune. He was so in love with her, If only he could find the courage to tell her. It would be another hour and some change before they ended up stopping at a gas station. As Jake filled up the tank she went inside to grab some drinks and snacks. He decides as he watches her walk to the door, that little way in her hips moves, he has to have her, by the time they get to New York, that girl was His.

The dog days are over, The dog days are done, Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come

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Tag: @moonknight-events @juneknight @spacecowboyhotch

#moonknightevents #moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon boys #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #Spotify #x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader

[bewitchingivy]

Pick A Card: Blessings Wait For You in 2023

*plays mixtape#3 by skz* ah, it's so good to hear an old comfort song <3 HI, GUYS! Happy new year! I'm honestly so confident that 2023 has a lot of amazing things for us to offer. In this reading, we'll be uncovering what those blessings are :)

methods used in this reading: intuition, with a little bit of tarot and shufflemancy.

MASTERLIST

࿐ DISCLAIMERS:

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Now choose one or more of these piles!

one;

Hello, dear person who chose pile one! Right away, I can see here that this year you will meet new people who are beneficial for your wellbeing and growth. If you've been manifesting your soul family/tribe, etc, you can expect that you will meet them this year. I don't necessarily do timings, but I feel like the month of May or June may be significant. It can be someone's birth month, or perhaps the month when you'll meet these people. For some of you, this could be a romantic soulmate, if you don't believe in that, then let's just say that this person will be very significant in your life. Another message I'm hearing is that you could meet these people through other friends or an event, gathering, etc. Let's be honest, your relationships this year is gonna improve very much. You could also be travelling this year, or maybe even move places/a different country. For some of you, I'm seeing a tropical country. Beaches can be significant. People, let's be honest, there will always be problems in life, it's inevitable. But this year, for you, the current problems, obstacles, adversities that you're facing right now? You will find ways to fix them, to resolve them this year. Whatever problems you have right now, it's going to be fixed. Like for example, if one's been looking for money to pay off their debt, they're going to find that money. I don't know but it's definitely not just one certain problem, but more like you're overall life this year is going to drastically glow up. Wow, I feel so happy for all of you <33 You deserve it, guys! I just saw 444, you could be seeing that more frequently. You guys may have been through a lot in 2022, but in 2023, you are blessed with courage and strength to move through this year. Yep, the nine of cups literally came up to confirm all that. A lot of success, whatever that means for you, joy, contentment, abundance, and gratitude towards God and the Universe. This is such a lovely reading, oh my gosh, I feel so, so much warmth in me right now. Oh, and if I hadn't mentioned this yet, if you're currently manifesting a romantic relationship right now, then expect that you won't be single anymore this year, heh :) And guys, for some of you, I'm definitely getting a message from one of your spirit guides right now that you need to start letting go of what's no longer serving you right now. I bet you know what it is. They want you to know that you already have what you need inside you, all you need to do is to start acting RIGHT NOW. I'm getting that this spirit guide of yours is someone who has very strong feminine energy. They could be an ancestor or a loved one who passed on. Random channeled signs/messages: airplanes, Damien, trickery, hedge garden, 111, make your way, grounded, a letter from someone. Shufflemancy; Glitch by Taylor Swift, Adore You by Maisie Peters, Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine, Long Live by Taylor Swift, Clouds by Before You Exit.

Thank you for reading and take care of yourselves. Sending much love your way <3 Have a blessed 2023! :)

Any thoughts on this reading? Leave a feedback!

— Ivy

two;

Hello, beautiful people! If you've chosen the second pile, then read away! First thing that I am getting that whatever your manifesting right now, you're going to receive this year. For some of you, whatever seeds you planted last year, it's going to grow this year and you're going to reap the rewards. You have been working hard, and the Universe sees all your efforts even if nobody did, and you will be blessed. I specifically heard the quote, "Work in silence and let your successes be the noise." If you have been doing that since 2022, then people are going to be definitely, like, surprise and in awe of your success this year. They definitely did not see that coming. But if you still haven't yet, the Universe is advising you to do that this year. You don't need anyone to see or know that you are working hard, you don't need to tell anyone what you're working or manifesting, surprise them with the results. For some people, I am seeing that they're going to be married this year (congratulations btw <3), and for some, you may start a loving family. For women and if they want to, I see pregnancy. Oh, and for those who are starting a family, keep in mind that it may not necessarily be with children. It can be starting a family with just you and your partner, and/or a fur friend or any animal companion. That could be a message for some of you who may want to have a pet, you're going to have one this year <3 Another message that I'm getting is that you're going to meet someone who is going to teach valuable knowledge, this could be a teacher or whatever. Oh, okay I get it, I'm hearing that this person is going to help you with your endeavors. That knowledge that they're going to share with you? It's going to be very beneficial for you, it's going to help you acquire new skills, for some of you. This can apply in a spiritual sense too. But I definitely see that this person might be older than you and they're going to offer you something to help you in life. The relationship I'm getting with this person is definitely like a teacher and a student. Rest assured though that these new skills and knowledge that you'll learn this year is going to lead you to much wealth and abundance in the future. I saw 333, that may be a significant sign for you. Random channeled signs/messages:full moon, romance, vintage, fly high, Cruella (2021 film), sphynx cat, take another chance, your love is unconditional, step towards the future, be positive, the wait is over, 555, color green, dove, psychic gifts. Shufflemancy; Matter of Time by Vanessa Carlton, Lost Stars by Adam Levine, Two by Sleeping At Last, Our Song by Taylor Swift, Smile by Valerie June.

Thank you for reading and take care of yourselves. Sending much love your way <3 Have a blessed 2023! :)

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— Ivy

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Hi there, lovely person! Thank you for choosing pile three. Now let's get on with it! I don't know about you, but I'm getting heavy dreamy vibes from you. Like slow and ethereal. Beautiful. Anyways! Wow, every pile here I've read are getting abundance. And you're no exception. The Empress came out, so there's wealth and growth this year for you. Remember that wealth can mean other than money too, there's wealth in health, wisdom, happiness, etc. I'm also hearing that right now that your guides are advising you to be thankful for what you have right now, and you will be given more. One thing that I'm seeing particularly blessed for you this year is your creativity. Whatever you create with that beautiful mind of yours, you're going to create amazing things this year. Your ideas are definitely going to be sooo good. Oh, and if you ever have any ideas that you have for this year, don't shrug them off like they're nothing. The Universe is telling you to go after them. And don't doubt these ideas, because these ideas are going to open opportunities and bring blessings into your life! So keep that in mind, will ya? Don't. You. Dare. Doubt. Them. Omg, there's something so significant about spirituality and psychic abilities here. I'm getting a straightforward message here that your spiritual gifts are going to significantly improve or something like that this year. You're going to learn a lot about it, and there's so much wisdom here coming for you, and that's honestly amazing. Also, I'm getting like the feeling of heaviness here in my throat and heart right now, this could be that your heart and/or throat chakra is blocked right now by something, and you might need to let this certain thing go and heal from it in order for these to open up again. People who chose pile three, I'm not going to lie to you, but by the end of 2023, you're not going to be the same person when you started this year. There's a drastic change I'm seeing for you, mentally and spiritually. But it's all for the better. It's like a mental and spiritual glow up, if that's what you wanna call it. You'll become wiser. Wow, this is such a beautiful energy :') Honestly, hearing this is making me so proud of ya'll <3 Another message I'm getting is that for some of you, especially with what I stated earlier about ideas, it's not going to be easy at the start. But you will go through all of it. But you're going to be happy. I feel like this is going to be related to what you love doing. Oh! That's another message; whatever you love doing, like whatever it is, the Universe is saying to you to keep doing it. Or if you still haven't started doing it, then go do it! Lastly, I'm seeing a lot of change coming for you this year :) Random channeled signs/messages: art; specifically painting, an old tree, snow, countryside, a reptile pet, multitasking, don't doubt your abilities, a girl with short hair smiling at you, in dreams, don't forget to rest. Shufflemancy; Neverland by Zendaya, How Did You Love by Shinedown, Come Back…Be Here by Taylor Swift, I'm Like A Bird by Nelly Furtado, A New Kind of Love by Frou Frou.

Thank you for reading and take care of yourselves. Sending much love your way <3 Have a blessed 2023! :)

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— Ivy

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[milknhonies]

The Negatives of Shooting People

Chapter 5 || MasterList || Chapter 7

Chapter Summary: You get the ultimate privilege of meeting Nicholas Tortano who grants you the ability to surprise August Walker

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Sexual tension, P in V intercourse, fingering, petnames, dubious consent, hate sex, rough sex, gun violence, threats with a gun, forceful handling, belittling, manipulation The reader vomits and is kissed briefly at some point. Mentions of dacryphilia, sadism.

Pairing: Kingpin!August Walker X F!reader

Word Count: .I dont honestly know but it's definitely more than 6k

Author Notes: the chapter and editing process was very rough I'm very sorry full stop my life has been in a business because I'm trying to find a new place to live and I've started going to the gym and missing out on a lot of sleep. I'm about to pass out which is why I'm posting this now. Again sorry for any mistakes granrma and otherwise

Inspiring Song: "girl with one eye " Florence and the machine. (Yes I know it's a sapphic song- I sing it like every day but let me have this pass to add it in)

08:09am Monday 19th August 2024, Robertson, Brisbane.

'What the hell is she thinking?'

Henry shook his head as he reached the complex exit and walked out onto the street to the waiting car.

He wanted to smirk but the frowning scowl would not drop from his face.

'If I was anyone else, God what I'd do to her-' his hand clenched the passenger side door handle hard and slammed loudly behind him. His eyes shut and his head tossed while the car swayed and rocked.

Jude, his driver and loyal friend smirked, “You must like this one...or is there a pile of meat up in that apartment that I need to fetch? I can call Riggan the pig farmer in the Lockyer Valley, anything left over he can throw in Wivenhoe dam.”

August sighed and chuckled, "She's alive and well. No sweet treat for Coles piggies...but...I need you and Wesley to look into the Pig she has been accompanying."

Jude smiled and leaned over, clicking the button of the glove box compartment. Inside was a yellow envelope. August's eyes fluttered before his face broke out into a grin.

"You are a fine friend Jude," he said as he plucked the envelope and spilled the printed notes out onto his lap, "Do you ever sleep? Jesus mate."

The raven hair man giggled and started the car to a silent hum.

As the driver put a hand behind Augusts car seat and reversed the car out onto the main roads he smugly said, "I take pride in investigating, especially bastards like him."

August's fingers flicked through the pages of graphic intel. With racing eyes he soaked up the words and photos. Lloyd Hansen...an absolute moron. His nose flared at what he was reading. He grit his teeth. Especially when he recognised a name in bold he hadn't thought about in at least half a decade.

"Well, well, well, he's got kittens for sale," August scoffed.

Jude hummed, "And meddles in the dogs pack, it would seem little Nicky is out of the jailhouse."

Both men smirked. But August was by no means pleased.

He was grumbling to himself. You were now sticking your toes into the deep end of the pool without floaties and he was worried he wouldn’t be able to catch you in time for the dunk.

Entering his club, sneaking in with the detective, he didn’t think you were dumb enough to think you’d distract him... He read through your charade the moment his eyes laid down on you from above walking in with that man.

His eyes and ears were turning red.

It was tricky but thankfully he had the means to warning that cop not to touch what belongs to him...however how close could he really get to that bastard without potential outlash. He knew he needed to order another grandeur meeting. While everyone was in town, it might be his only opportunity.

When August forced you to watch the murder of the embezzler, he had every hoping intention that it would persuade you to never talk to the cop again. A normal undercover pig would’ve stopped the show then and there, called back up.

But there was no back up...no...there was only sweet little innocent you and your pathetic phone camera. If Lloyd was after information he would’ve wired you up...Lloyd wasn’t there for him...he was there for some selfish reason...

When you ran off and pulled the alarm a dozen things went through his head. You were going to get yourself killed if you kept running. So he chased you. If the other men of his circle saw August Walker hunting, they would have been inclined to hunt you down too. And if they caught you...they would have done more than rip your head off.

He couldn’t tell you. He wasn’t sure how. You were already distrusting and scared of him there was no way he would be able to explain all the details and with your pure heart, you wouldn’t understand his world and why his side of the fence did such heinous things.

But...he would keep you safe. He wanted to gain your trust while not mistaking his authority...he knew what he had done was traumatizing.

He was no stranger to rape. Especially the european parties...those special events where he would join his friends like Kenny Strong and Arthur Kingsley ran the highlife of elite gentlemen and some lucky women born into those elite families. He wasn’t entirely fond of the practice. He didn’t like to beat women, but he did love to tie them up and humiliate them to tears.

Something about crying made his cock hard- no, something about you crying did...

He made you cry and he tried to bend you to his whims...he had already begun the conditioning where you would call him Daddy to gain his affection and praise. It pleased him significantly. He would shield you from those terrible memories even if it meant torturing you into talking about them. Externalising, confessing, it was all a form of therapy and he knew he had finally cracked the surface of your mind. He wouldn’t break you but he would chop at you and cut the mould. He would heal you. He would rebuild you and give you all the happiness you could ever want.

Sitting back and shoving those papers into the glove box he licked his bottom lip in thought.

When he woke up that morning, he watched you sneak out of the room. He smiled and amused himself. He watched the cameras from his phone. You were in his room...now that was very silly...he watched you choose his shirt and his shorts. He bit his lip to hold back a laugh. You looked so confident but so ...innocent...particular. He watched you grab a knife from the kitchen, he half heartedly believed you were coming back to stab him.

When your hands reached for the glass doors he launched up. He hadn’t warned you about Kal and he knew that dog could rip a man up, probably kill you easily if his fangs cause your wrist or neck.

He wanted to spank you and fuck you hard until you screamed mercy for trying to run away.

Rather he chose a simpler and easier punishment, one you essentially consented to the night before. Watching you suck cock was an interesting spectacle. There was a certainty you’d never done it before or not that many times before.

As you gagged on his cock with those big beautiful eyes of yours, he imagined all the things he’d buy for you...all the things he’d do for you... You might’ve been on your knees but something screamed at him to serve you as a slave.

Jude broke the silence eventually. He smirked, “So, am I right? You like this one?”

August smirked back, “’Like’ isn’t a word I’d be using.” He was fucking obsessed.

09:06am Monday 19th August 2023, Woolloongabba, Brisbane

You didn’t make a call. You couldn't. August broke your phone as you recalled.

You showered and scrubbed your face until you could feel the slight peel of your skin. It stung, but it was better than the sting you felt from the memory of his cum over you...in your mouth. You brushed your teeth for probably fifteen minutes just to erase the muscle memory of his cock brushing the back of your throat.

You changed out of August’s clothes and threw them into the bin. You couldn’t take off the collar and it made you feel suffocated. The kitchen scissors managed to scratch up the leather but the metal ring that encased inside was too strong.

You shook your head and felt nausea rise in your belly again. Without any food, all that came out was bile and acidic spit. You fell to your bedroom floor and started hitting the carpet, awful noises of grief and need bellies from you. You felt strangled. You huffed and spat random threats and insults, pretending he was there to hear them...he...August or your father? It didn’t matter.

You clenched your fist and smacked your head trying to regain your thoughts.

You kicked your dresser and rose from the floor. You found your bus pass and left the apartment, walking out in some jeans and a loose tshirt with a pair of running shoes.

The bus trip wasn’t a far trip to the police station.

You didn’t have the intention to report the kidnapping. No, no...now you were pissed off. You were scorned more than once by men around you. There was only one person you could trust in this world.

“Hi,” said the administration clerk, “How can we try an help today?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes, 'oh bitch if only you knew.'

“I’m after Detective Lloyd Hansen, is he here?”

You needed to confirm if the man was still alive. When you pulled the alarm, things were run or die in that moment. You hoped the man had the wit to run instead of confront the mafia or whatever this criminal group was.

The office was feeling slower today. It was filled with idle chatter and coffee machines grinding beans and a printer scanning documents.

“Do you have an appointment today?” she hummed, tapping at her keyboard.

You blinked and your teeth sneered.

You almost strangled that worker with the telephone cord. No. You didn’t have an appointment.

You just wanted to see he was alive. To tell him you were alive...and to collect your fifteen thousand promised reward for your “services”.

Your hands uncontrollably slapped on the desk cause the admin clerk to roll a little away in their office chair.

“I want to see the detective, now.”

“It’s alright Sandra...I can see her...” Lloyd said behind you. You flipped around. He was coming out of a small cubicle.

He looked...tired...shocked...relieved. it was all over how he looked with his loose tie, bags under his eyes and the clench of his hands on some paperwork.

He slowly stood to you and guided you away from the service desk. He whispered, “The white corolla...I’m about to finish shift.”

09:14am Monday 19th August 2024, Sunnybank, Brisbane.

You remembered his car well. The day he drove you home, you were so scared and confused. That day you’d reported that August may have sexually assaulted you...that day he definitely did...

This time you weren’t waiting in the cold for Lloyd, the sun was hot and beating down.

He came jogging down the front stairs of the station and hastily unlocked the car.

You wordlessly slipped in and buckled up.

When he got in he slammed his door a little too hard. He pressed his face to the top of his wheel and swore softly.

“I thought,” he swallowed nervously and sat up to look you up and down, “I thought he really had killed you. I tried calling thirty fuckin times these last two days. What happened? Were you hiding?”

Two days....god...you had been gone, missing, for that long?! Missing Friday...return Sunday.

You shook your head, “I was the one who pulled the alarm Lloyd...he knew what we were doing...he was going to kill you. When I made a run for it like everyone else in the club, he managed to track me down...he...” you trailed off unsure if you wanted to repeat the actions, the words, the confession.

Licking your lips you said, “August Walker is a dead man walking...and...” your stomach started to growl, “I’m starved, and I’m sorry to be bitchy but you...you at least owe me a meal Lloyd.”

Two days...you had only a few pieces of chicken in two days. No wonder you felt like total crap.

Lloyd didn’t argue. He took you straight away to the closest fast food drive thru. You ordered so much and Lloyd didn’t dispute a single item. He settled for a simple burger, fries and larger soft drink.

Lloyd drove you both to the kangaroo point lookout, it wasn't too far from where you already live. You stared out at the city buildings and Brisbane River with a strained sigh.

You chewed silently on a nugget for a moment before you explained what happened. How you were caught, how you almost got away...

“Jesus,” Lloyd rubbed his eyes and sighed, “I...I think I...I’m sorry I took you for granted Y/N. When I left the building I search everywhere for you. I thought...well- I didn’t know what to think.”

You munched on a handful of fries, you didn’t care if you looked like a pig as you did it. Stuffing your cheeks full of a burger and then a massive gulp of an extra large drink. You swallowed and thrived off the heart burn aching in your chest, reminding you you’ve eaten too quickly.

You burped and then softly moaned, “I need to feel safe.”

“You need to move...Y/N please,” The begging in his tone was loud and clear. There was serious fear in Lloyd.

You wouldn’t submit to August Walker and you refused to run from him. You were now met with the choice...you were either going to destroy his reputation or literally destroy him....your blood pumped loudly. He made you talk about your father....your fucking father...and on top of that, he made you call him daddy.

What mind fucked you was how you were yet again able to walk away...not unscathed but definitely alive.

“No,” you dismissed unwrapping your second burger, “He will find me...I know he will...and even if he kept me alive both times, a third is pushing my lucky, I know you understand that.”

Lloyd shook his head at you and put his hand over your burger, stopping your next starved bite, he hissed “You think staying where you are is safer? You don’t know-“

“Lloyd!” You snapped, you slapped his hand back and shoved your pointer finger into your chest, you sucked down a shakey breath, “...I know...I do know. I need to protect myself when he strikes again...it’s worse now...I have too much collateral... He let me witness that murder in the club.”

The detective raised his brows at you, “You mean...” the blood drained from his face.

“Cameras were in the VIP rooms Lloyd,” you grit your teeth and glared at the view of the city buildings, “I saw a lot more than just a fucking man’s brains being blown out from his skull, hookers, coke... Auctions...he’s got it all in The Lion Lounge.”

The detective rest his fingers on his top lip. He was slowly nodding.

You sucked down a long drag of your straw and gasped, asking in the same breath, “Lloyd I want a gun. I won’t let him rape me again.”

You needed the protection from August or any man he sent to kill you.

Lloyd chewed his bottom lip and shook his head.

“Do you have a gun license?”

“Do I look like I have one?” you snipped. You knew it wasn’t fair on him for your attitude but you didn’t have the time to focus on his hurt feelings in regards to your mental health and physical safety.

“Have you ever even shot one?”

“Nope. But it only takes one shot to kill him close up.” You threw the wrapper out of his car window and rubbed your face.

If he didn’t come near you, he would be safe, and you could just work on collecting evidence for the courts.

The detective sucked his bottom lip and shook his head, “It’s too dangerous.”

“Oh piss off!” You stomped your foot and twisted your body to face him, you grabbed his loose tie and tugged it as you seethed, “Lloyd, you practically thrust me into his arms and you have the gall to say now, me owning a gun is ‘too dangerous’?”

He gently grabbed your wrist and pulled his tie out of your fingers as he shook his head at you. His nose flared and he started to raise his voice at you, spit flying from his mouth as he hit the wheel with the palm of his hand. You expected a detective to hold a little more composure.

“Fine. Fine! But are you really willing to go to prison for life if you do manage to kill him? Think about this logically.”

His eyes were wide and his brows twisted with worry.

You fell quiet. You wanted to say yes. You wanted to stamp your foot again and scream that you’d spend two lifetimes behind bars if it meant his demise...except...was your demise worth the cost of his? Would you drown with him in the end of all of this if you killed him.

You noisily sucked at your straw.

“No...” you whispered, you didn’t want to cry in front of Lloyd but your tears were coming up, beading in the dips of your lids.

“No, that’s right,” Lloyd rubbed your shoulder with his thumb, “He isn’t worth it.”

Your lip pouted, “Why can’t you just...arrest him.”

He sighed and rubbed your back as you started to break down into pathetic frustrated sobs.

“Lawyers, laws and money,” he whispered and fluttered his eyes shut, “He has his ways. The only way we can take him down is if he is caught doing the hefty, big crimes. If I could’ve gotten the proof of the weapon dealers he would’ve been considered accomplice to the crime.”

“S-so if...if you..” you wiped you snotty nose on the back of your arm, “If he was caught on camera...he’d be sent to prison?” You started to laugh mechanically, “What if...what if I let him rape me. A nanny cam on my night stand or something?”

The office shook his head for the dozenth time, “By the law that wouldn’t be considered rape...only a messed up porno, especially if they see you set up the camera.”

Your fingers aggressively clenched another handful of fries, you didn’t eat them, you just threw them back into the bag.

“...I...what do I do Lloyd?” A fear of hopelessness tapped your brain.

He was quiet for a solid minute. He stared at you all over. You knew the bruise on your face was visible. He kept looking at your cheek instead of your eyes. And his gaze fell down to your neck. “It’s a collar Lloyd...he chained me to a bed for two days...”

His lips parted and with a impatient voice he asked, “Do you have a gym membership?”

“No? Why?”

He started his car and made you put your seat belt back on, “Okay, I don’t care, you’re getting one, right now."

Your eyes shrunk, “Why?”

Lloyd gruffly snarled, “Because I’m going to teach you how to fight.”

He would teach you at least some self defence. August might’ve been twice your size but if you could get the chance to get away...Lloyd would make sure you would take it..

05:30pm Monday 19th August 2024, East Brisbane Anytime Fitness Gym, Brisbane.

“Again.”

Your back hit the padded wall, your knees hit the floor as you cupped your middle and tried not to puke up the fast food from earlier.

“We have been at this for three hours!” You groaned, trying to use the foam wall to stand up again.

You were convinced Lloyd liked to beat you around, the red marks and bruises that were rising were the evidence.

“Until you can take me down,” Lloyd nudged you with his hand causing you to almost fall back down, “We aren’t leaving.”

You hissed angrily and stood up tall “Fuck sake.”

You held up your arms like he showed you. He started throwing his blows, you blocked him with your forearms and ducked away from his large swipes. He kicked your ankle and watched you crumble to the ground again.

“Watch your feet.” He scolded, “You are smaller and surprisingly speedy, use that to your advantage!”

You rolled your eyes and bit your lip. Getting to your feet you pushed up and launched your body at Lloyd who was checking out one of the yoga classes in the other room window.

He crashed to the floor. Your knees straddled his hips as you huffed with glee, “Ha! Home time!” your palms rested on his naked sweaty chest.

He chuckled and shook his head. He pushed you up by your hips. He shut his eyes, panting, “Again...then home time.”

You grumpily groaned, “Fine!” your ribs hurt bad and your knees felt swollen.

It was agreed by you both that if you needed to reach out you needed to use a burner phone or a payphone. Any calls or emails were going to be noticed.

When you felt the spray of the hot shower water at home, you cried. It felt good. You touched the collar still around your throat. Training to protect yourself reminded you the pain was worth it.

10:16am Wednesday 21st August 2024, Brisbane CBD

“Mr Luther, I’m so sorry for not calling in sick,” You wrung your hands in front of your boss, “Please forgive me for the unwarned absence.”

“Please!” He laughed heartedly, “I just assumed you were clicking some more photos!” He stood out from his chair and sat on his desk above you, “Did you hear about Walkers club almost burning down?”

Looking down at your lap, you reminded yourself that Mister John Luther was not a man included in the circle of trust. Nor were you convinced he understood the severity of the crimes the criminals he wanted to chase for gossiping stories committed. Your hand touched the ends of the scarf you wore, covering up the hideous black leather around your neck. You tried all morning to cut it off with a pair of scissors but you came to feel the metal circlet inside and gave up. There was a hole in one of the bottom cabinets where you had kicked in a hole...that was okay, you had an extra fifteen thousand pounds in your bank account.

You assumed Lloyd finally sent the money through.

“Did it?” you coyly asked.

“No clue how damaged the place was but the massive party was cancelled. The fire engines went zooming down this street Friday night.”

“What happens now then?” You glanced up at him and chewed the inside of your cheek, “With the smuggling case?”

“Put on hold for now,” he sighed and squeezed your shoulders, “I don’t have any sources about the next possible meet and greet. I was hoping you could keep the same production rolling. I have a new project involving a Nicholas Tortano. I want to get an interview with him.”

You didn’t recognise the name at all. Your fingers pinched at your long sleeve shirt. “An interview?”

Luther nodded, he winked and went back to his desk draw, slapping out a manilla folder.

He rubbed and clapped his hands, pushing and opening the new case to you.

“He has a history of his employed persons going missing. He has criminal history ties with Irish gangs and the italian mafia. I have a page of questions, I would like someone to ask him.”

You cleared your throat, “Me?”

Wagging his finger the elder man laughed, “No one has quite the balls as you deary...”

It sounded...Too dangerous.

“In that case,” you shuffled forward in your chair, “Can I be paid upfront for this job?”

You would not die at the hands of one gangster when you had your eyes set on another. Luther almost looked like he was going to tell you to get the fuck out of his office until he looked at your photos of August you’d taken. He was quickly reminded you had the best skills and to lose you would be suicide for his paper... You were the best thing to have happened to him. He accepted.

You sat in your work cubicle and aggressively jabbed at the key pad of your work phone. It’s not hard to find phone numbers. Nicholas Tortano had a nickname, “The Black Dog.” He was caught by paparazzi coming out of court a few times. His business empire related to charities. He was a philanthropist with a dirty history of crime connections. He had only been found guilty of third degree murder but many news articles in the past twenty years all labelled him as a omen of death, because anyone that had done him wrong was found dead not too long after...

You found the phone number and took a lucky gulp. There wasn’t an address for any business so if no one picked up, you were worried Idris might fire you for that mere disappointment alone.

The phone rung out once. You dialled again, the receiver picked up. You held your breath.

“Hello, Tortano and associates, who is calling?” the masculine tone soothed out.

“Hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m a journalist from the local paper. Is there a chance I may be able to book an interview with Nicholas Tortano?”

There was a steady silence and a soft hum, “What does this pertain to?”

You rubbed your eyes and looked over the notes Luther had given you in the folder, “....People think he is ‘a mass murdering psycho with a thirst for crime’, I’m hoping to ask him some questions to seek the truth.”

“How ludicrous,” the man chuckled, “I am a gentleman. A businessman. Not a criminal.”

You strained over the phone as you spoke to the secretary, “I am sure but this is in regards to Mister Tortano.”

The phone went quite again, you thought maybe you’d lost the connection.

The sweet condescending waved through the sound, “I am he...are you free today for lunch?”

With widened eyes your voice caught in your throat. You felt like an idiot...you never imagined he would answer the call to his own company. CEOs never answer the call of a civilian first hand...

You cleared your throat and nervously clicked a pen, “I am, where would you like to conduct this meeting.”

You could hear him click something too. He sounded warm, and inviting on the phone, “Do you like Italian? Have you ever heard of Vapianos?”

A tiny smile touched your lips. When was the last time you were asked out to lunch? Your eyes rolled, for fuck sake, this was a job...not a date.

“I don’t mind it.”

11:54pm Wednesday 21st August 2024, Brisbane CBD, Vapianos.

Nick Tortano had invited you to a side of town with skyrise buildings. The Vapianos restaurant was on the bottom floor of some massive buildings.

You wrapped your scarf around your neck again. The leather was tight around your throat. It was like he was there with you...holding you...as you cried over a father that you loved and hated.

You shook your head and looked down at the notebook and piece of paper you were given by Luther.

You looked around at the tables and the waiters. The place was sparkling with a quality of...the wealthy and corporate. The palm leaves, the tinted glass windows that raced from floor to ceiling, the champagne glasses on a nearby table. It was all glorious decoration.

All the people there were beautiful...not a single appearance that resembled you...a pauper.

The awkward steps you took towards the receptionist resembled a weak lamb. You felt stupid for being there.

The server looked you up and down and it caused a sting to any confidence you had left. You touched your scarf.

“Hello, I’m looking for a Mister Tortano we have a meet-”

A hand glided across your back, you jumped a little and became confronted with a pair of dark brown orbs and handsome white teeth, “Hello, Miss Y/N.”

Nicholas...he was tall and wearing a simple sweater. Despite his causality he held an air of regality. Not to be overly romantic but you felt he would be a stunning prince if he was a royal member.

“I hope you don’t mind but I’ve had them set a table already.”

He held out an arm to you.

“Not at all,” You flushed and happily accepted it. You tucked it around and let him lead you carefully to a table. There was a set of plates and two wine glasses.

“Just give me a second or two to set up, is it alright if I tape your voice?” you asked reaching into your handbag.

He pulled out a chair for you and explained, “I would prefer no tapes, but I’m not adverse to photography.”

It wasn’t an unusual request. Lots of people didn’t like the sound of their voice. He must’ve been one of them.

It didn’t matter, photos were more your talents anyway.

“In that case, may I take the photos first and then perform the interview?”

He nodded and flashed a bigger beautiful smile.

“Where would you like me?”

You pulled out a office camera from your bag, you didn’t have time to go home and grab one of your ten others. You started to turn it on.

“If you could look away from the lens, relax your shoulders, lean back and look like you’re thinking. No smiling.”

“Do I look ugly with a smile?” he cheekily asked.

You couldn’t help but smile. He was charming and flirtatious and incredibly handsome.

“Terribly,” you teased, “No, my boss would just prefer a little more seriousness I believe. To make the page appear professional...plus the topic regarding the article with a smiling photo you’d look like a madman.”

He nodded promisingly and fell into the pose. When he heard the camera clicked a small smirk pulled at his lips before quickly trying to compose his face.

When the photos were finished you stuffed the camera back in your bag. He relaxed from his falsified stern appearance.

Now came the interview. You pulled out the sheet of questions Idris provided. Under no circumstances were you meant to ask anything but these....except....the questions....well...they were...

“So, you...ugh...hold on a moment....”

How many people have you killed?

What is currently the cheapest drug you can achieve from your circle?

Are you a homosexual?

What the fuck?! You weren’t even sure if you were legally allowed to ask these questions due to discrimination laws.

“Um...I...”

He smiled at you from across the table. You felt a pearl of sweat forming on your forehead.

“Stage fright?” Nick asked softly, tilting his head. He snapped his finger and a waiter came over and poured water into two cups. A basket of breadsticks were placed in the centre.

“No, well...yes...um. the questions I’m meant to ask you I stupidly didn’t read before coming here...” your cheeks felt warm. The embarrassment rose fast.

“So they’re not your questions?” his eyebrows lifted. His finger traced the lip of his glass.

“They’re my boss’s but I said I would ask them.”

Nicholas' lips parted back into a smile, “Enlighten me, I will be less offended knowing they’re not from you.”

You smoothed the paper out on the table and pulled out a notepad, clicking a pen after finding the least offensive one you licked your bottom lip and stuttered, “How...how would you describe yourself?”

He sighed and held the cup to his lips, “Vain, rich with a dominating grace.”

Those weren’t usual qualities someone described themselves as, usually people preferred to remain humble and soften their reality. It was an interesting new perception to attach to Nicholas Tortano the criminal who covered his wrong doings with funding medicine for sick children.

You noted it and looked at the page again to try and find another less offensive question. Frantically your finger scrolled down all the words. Your heart started to pick up. These were so ridiculous and disgusting. Right I go the jaws of the black dog- that’s what Luther had done to you.

You shyly laughed, “hmm, I...let me...-”

Nick slapped the cup back on the table. His smile had fallen, “Politely, Miss Y/N I don’t like my time to be wasted...how about you hand me that piece of parchment.”

He reached over with lightning speed. He pinch the paper and dragged it to him.

“Hey!-”

“Now now, here’s what we will do,” he peaked up at you and licked his bottom lip, “I’ll answer these questions and so will you.”

You lifted your chin and looked at him cautiously.

“But they’re not for me.”

“That doesn’t matter, I can see you’re nervous darling...so...let’s break tension.”

He trailed his thumb down the page and sighed, “Let’s see...ah yes I see how these would make you less inviting to involve yourself.”

After a moment he glanced and smirked at the questions, god you could throttle Luther right now for letting you go through this stupid interview.

“How many years did it take you to be where you are now as one of the most notorious crimelords?”

You tried to put on your best smile, “...yesterday...I stole this scarf...” you lied.

“Why Miss Y/N you must be a terrible influence!” He feigned a gasp of horror which made you lightly giggle, “I don’t label myself as a crime lord. As over the phone I stated simply, I’m a business man...my business so happens to involve crime. I’ve been in this business since I was thirteen years old. My first offence was Car theft. That was almost twenty years ago.”

Your throat shut. He was in his forties!? The damn bastard had the option of early 30s or maybe 20s if he shaved off his stubble entirely.

He looked between your face and your hands, “Are you going to write that down or do I have to do that too?”

You blinked and jumped with a start of noting down the new information, “Oh yes! Sorry!” Scribbling quickly you watched him, watching you...he was staring...like you were...something unusual.

“How many sentences have you been charged with?”

You shrugged unsure why you felt ashamed to say, “None.”

The pen in your hand twirled as the handsome gentleman scratched his nose, “Too many...in all up it has kept me behind bars for nine years total but I’ve been in and out for years. I only returned to the public eye a month ago.”

“Woah,” you whispered.

Nine years? A month? You didn’t have a lot of time to research him considering the call for lunch was so quick and speedy.

His fingers tapped the table softly. He shrugged, “Its not as bad as tellie makes it out to be...in fact it’s a way to network well. You can learn lots of new tricks when you’re forced into tight confinement.”

You started to take dot points. It’s interesting...being in prison for nine years...not all together but all total. Making connections and friends inside prison didn’t really click at first. You always assumed prison was a scary and lonely cell where you had to pee in front of everyone.

Nick looked back at the page and laughed, he rubbed his mouth and shook his head, “Are you a homosexual?”

You also laughed but it was more a awkward shyness, “No, I think I’m bisexual if anything but strictly gay I’m not. I can’t understand why that question would be even asked, I’m so sorry.” You grit your teeth and looked away.

He tilted his hand and shrugged, “It’s vicious rumour that I’m a pillow biter...I am not a homosexual.”

Its all he said. And that was something you really didn’t like writing down...it was so unnecessary.

“What is currently the cheapest drug you can achieve from your circle? Miss Y/N don’t tell me you sell drugs?” he giggled and folded the paper back a little.

'Jesus Christ'Luther!!!...you really wanted me to ask that!?' Your fists clenched under the table.

You dismissed it and grinned, “No, I do not. Sorry to be so boring....you?”

“Paracetamol,” he answered, “I can sell you some right now, I like to keep some nearby.”

Anyone could sell paracetamol...he deliberately said that, you knew.

“After the interview I think I might just,” you laughed and rubbed a little at your temple.

“How many people have you killed?”

You gasped. Your chest was like a loud metal band concert with your heart as the instrument racked, you didn’t understand how that was possible.

“None.” Well...your father....maybe...Nick didn’t need to know about that.

The philanthropic crime lord aka ‘businessman’ remained totally silent. Your hand paused.

“Are you not going to answer the question?...”

He put the paper down and plucked the menu, he unfolded the cardboard covered in matte black and gold designs, he looked down at the wine selection, “I think you might need to do something for me to answer that.”

“What?” you wanted to say you’d do it. But why would you promise anything to a man with his bad record.

“I’d need you to kill someone. And you don’t strike me as a murderer Miss Y/N.” His dark gaze flickered up at you, “Now...what would you like to eat?”

You bit your lip. He’s definitely killed before, or else he would’ve just said no. He wanted to you to know he was a murderer...you knew because his eyes remained perfectly still as he said it. No tremble or lying shame in those pupils.

You sat forward and drank a bit of your water.

Perhaps meeting Nick wasn’t just a benefit for the paper gossip. Maybe he could help you...you heard his voice ask you another question, probably about the menu, you do not remember...instead your thoughts tumbled out of your lips.

“....do you sell weapons Mister Tortano?”

The question caught him off guard. They weren’t on the paper your boss provided.

“Weapons?” he asked cautiously.

Shit, you had gone too far now to recall your thoughts, “Would you sell a gun to a woman even if she doesn’t have a license?”

His eyes sparkled.

“Whatever would you want a gun for Miss Y/N?” he leant back in his chair and pressed his fingers to his lips.

You tried to explain, but it was hard. You looked over your shoulder. It was too public to be discussing this. You whispered, “... There’s a rat who won’t leave me alone. I’d like to scare him...”

His eyes narrowed a little at your speech. He knew you weren’t being literal, so he replied coolly, “Are you asking for a gun or pest control?”

You whispered again, “A gun.”

He fluttered, you could tell he was staring down your shit to check for a wire.and clapped his hands loudly. The entire restaurant went from idle chatter and laughter to utter silence...it was eery...like a dream or a nightmare.

Nick shouted at the top of his lungs, echoing off the walls, “Leave us!”

The entire assembly of guests started to rise from their chairs. They packed up their brief cases and hand bags. Abandoning the half eaten food and untouched wine and champagne. Your nose wrinkled. What the fuck... they were all heading to the stair well, ignoring the elevators.

You looked back at Nicholas, confused, wondering if he meant you to leave too...you pinched the table cloth worryingly.

“Have you thought it through?” Nick asked now that the restaurant was empty, and quiet.

“What?” you didn’t understand. The entire perception of Nick Tortano was collapsing. He was so powerful...all those people were his. All of them under his thumb...all of them so obedient...

“Do you intend on threatening or killing?”

You felt trapped by his words.

“That’s my business Mister Tortano, politely speaking...” how could you confess to your intentions.

It was bad enough that he knew you wanted a gun.

You wondered if there was any chance you you make a run to the doors and run away. You were stepping from one scary man to another at this point.

After a while of sitting ashamed in silence, he stood up from his chair. His fingers lazily brushed the table, until he paused in front of you. He dragged his hand under your chin. He made you look at him, standing above you. His hand violently tore off your scarf and he tutted, “Is he the one who put the collar on you? The man to cover you in bruises? Might need a better foundation darling...I’m not stupid. I’d like to know if it’s going to reflect back on me. What’s the chaps name?”

You didn’t like how personally close he was standing above you. You felt small and trembled beneath his pinning dark brown eyes...they were practically black like some soulless shark. His white teeth looked starved.

You lied again, “...Lloyd...Ha-Han-Hansen...” perhaps Lloyd could handle Nick? But how? He couldn’t handle August. You regretted saying his name but that was it...you threw the only friend you had under the bus.

“Hmmm can’t say I know him well...”

“He’s um...a lawyer,” you lied again.

He smirked and whispered, “Is he?” his eyes narrowed with a glint of mischief.

He flipped his cardigan sweater up, on his hip, inside tucked in his jeans was a scary black gun... A hand gun.

“Well I do hope you get what you want out of him,” he pulled out the gun and set it on the table in front of you, “Here, consider it a gift...I find your disposition incredibly pleasing...”

You glanced at the gun and felt a rush of something...adrenaline? Anxiety? Arousal? Something became alive...

“I need to go. I’m so sorry,” you rushed to stand up, you pinched the weapon and carefully tucked it into your hand bag, “I need to leave.”

This was too easy. Far too coincidental. Maybe this was your father's spirit watching over you?

“Until we meet again,” he chuckled and stood aside. You could hear his wickedly laughter as you fled to the doors. As the doors closed behind you, you could see in the distance, Nick standing by the windows smelling your scarf deeply. Your hand touched your throst and felt the jagged material. You weren't sure if you wanted to go back for the scarf. Watching him press his face into the soft material- the action was perverse...he was perverse...just like August. A mighty shiver rolled up your spine. You didn’t have time to worry about that.

You were filled with all the raw emotions of the last month. Anger, grief, revenge....

You now had a gun... The power to wield death easily. Now you just needed your chance.

You kept hearing Lloyd in the back of your mind...would killing August be worth your own life?

Especially life in prison.

You shoved it back and focused on the pain you felt, the agony as you cried in his lap under threats of his spanking. He wiped you when you used the toilet...he called you puppy...he forced you to cum and cry....he made you beg and suck his cock just to hold you...he treated you as a subhuman.

02:06pm Wednesday 21st August 2024, Woolloongabba, Brisbane

You opened your front door, slamming it behind you. And as you started to slide the bolts and chains, you heard something down the hallway...a small crash? No? A grunt...

Angry eyes and a sneer grew on your face. You marched down, your father’s door was wide open.

And there the fucker was. August... Folding clothes into your father’s bed from a washing basket.

You saw red.

“Wh-what the fuck...get out!”

He lifted his head and finished folding a pair of your jeans, your head leaned back to your bedrooms opened door before you looked back at him inside your father's room.

“Your home is a mess,” He said nonchalantly, “I won’t have you stomping around in squalor.”

He had gone into your room and cleaned it. And on any given day, that would’ve earned a man a blowjob, not him though, no...he was in your space and invading your life too much.

With a flared nostril you snarled, “I am giving you five seconds to leave. Or I'll-”

He snickered at your defiant demand, “Or what? You’re going to call the cops?”

You didn’t want to kill him here...You dug into your hand bag and it felt impossibly slow and heavy in your hand. You pointer the gun at his head and fought the trembling in your body and your voice, “Or you’re going to choke on your own blood August.”

His eyes widened, he didn’t expect your display. He paused and continued to fold the laundry. You didn’t like being ignored and moved inside of your father’s room. It wouldn’t be the first time a man died in this room.

“You’re not going to shoot me,” He said without a single hint of fear.

You held the gun now in both hands. You stood strong and came closer around the bed.

You scoffed, “No, of course not, you manipulate me, drug me, hit me, and raped me but 'oh nooooo I won’t shoot you'?”

He smiled and shook his head slowly. He appeared so unafraid and that caused a spit of hate to hit your face. You wanted him to be on his knees, begging for his life, pleading for forgiveness while he pissed himself. This was not at all what you imagined, him folding the washing and sorting to find pairs of socks.

“One,” You said.

He sighed and threw your underwear back into the basket. He started to walk around the bed gradually.

You screeched, “Two, stay the fuck away from me!”

He stopped and raised his hands. Slowly he perched himself on the corner of your dad’s bed.

“Three,” you said a little shakily. He still didn’t flinch. You felt suffocated. Why wasn’t he scared?

You pissed in his lap when he pointed one at you in the club. This wasn’t fair.

Tears uncontrollably started to fall from your eyes. You didn’t want to kill him...god you hated him...but if he wasn’t going to beg you, you didn’t want to kill him. Especially in this room...besides ...what would you do with his body?

“F-four, don’t make me do this August!”

You moved closer and closer until the tip of the metal weapon pressed into his forehead.

It was now or never...“Pl-please, don’t...” you begged, hoping he would walk out of the room and apartment. You squeezed your eyes shut.

You pulled the trigger and screamed as you did it. The trigger didn’t move...it felt stuck. You pulled it again and nothing happened. You opened your eyes and noted how the gun hadn’t gone off and August was still happily breathing with a dark, sadistic grin on his moustached lips.

“Five...” he hummed and wrapped his palm around the barrel, pulling it up and tugging it away from your trembling hands, “your safety is still on, and...” He clicked off the top and sighed, “It’s not even loaded.”

You crashed to your knees and vomited right over his leather shoes. You weren’t prepared for the rush of exhaustion to hit you. Your body shook. Your fingers clenched the soaked carpet. The metal of the unloaded gun lifted your chin up. Tears ran down your cheeks beautifully.

“Tell me, did the piggy give this to you?”

Your swollen lips blubbered, “No!” Lloyd didn’t need any more wicked men following him around.

You shut your eyes and sniffled. Surely August would kill you. This must’ve been some sort of a strike three, yes?

“Then where did you get your paws on one of these?...” he bit his smile lip.

“A friend...” it wasn’t a total lie. Nick liked you, you somewhat found him intriguing. Yes you’d only met that day...but he was a friend now for a moment in your mind.

August pulled you up into his lap by your hair. Hot lips pressed into your neck and nuzzling your ratty leather collar, “You were really going to kill me...weren’t you?” he cooed as you started to sniffle and choke on your tears, “You pulled that trigger. I underestimated you sweetness...don’t worry. I won’t punish you for that.”

He cupped the back of your head, pulling you in for a big kiss. His lips soft, but his hand tight and filled with dominance.

You felt light. He was kissing you just after you vomited. Gross.

He pulled away and spat at the floor, he chuckled and pressed his nose against yours.

“In fact...I got you a gift.”

You whined and fluttered your eyes, “I don’t want a gift from you.”

You weren’t mentally prepared for any sick sexual torture he had in store for you. You could see his jaw shift and his eyes dash back and forth.

“Are you sure? I think you’ll like it.”

Your hands touched the collar hopefully. Maybe it was the key?

He slid his hands under your armpits. You heard your bag hit the dry side of the floor.

He lifted you with ease to your feet and pressed a hand at the small of your back, pushing you to the bathroom.

He was so huge compared to you. The lower ceiling made you have a flash of worry...what if he hit his head?

He was fine.

He turned on the shower and peeled away your clothes. He wasn’t rough, and he wasn’t leering...he was soft...and patient. He pushed your long sleeved shirt up and gasped at the sight of bruises Lloyd created from the gym. His thumb unkindly pressed into one. You whined and tried to step away but your ass pressed into the vanity sink.

He knew he hadn’t given you these.

“And who has my puppy been playing rough with? Don’t tell me you’ve spread your legs for someone else now...”

He turned you around slowly, inspecting the marks he had not made on your skin. His hands palmed over your flesh.

The steam from the shower began to whaf out. You tried to not imagine the water bill ticking up.

He pinched your bra off and watched your arms circle to cover your chest.

He turned you back to face him. Unbuttoning your jeans, he tugged them down and helped take off your shoes. He pressed his lips to a bruise on your outer thigh. The temptation to throw your knee into his throat was great.

His hand cupped the back of your knee. His nose was so close to your underwear covered pussy, you could feel his hot breath tickling your clit.

Your panties were gradually pulled down to your ankle and you used his shoulder for balance as you stood out of the flimsy material.

He stood back and opened the shower door for you. He left the bathroom door open and you didn’t want to risk a punishment for locking him out. He took your clothes to the laundry and heard him open your cleaning supply closet where you kept a mop and broom and vacuum cleaner.

As you soaped your body, the suds building along your skin and back you sighed. The collar rubbed against your neck. It was a reminder...

He was powerful. He was scary and you were risking death. You had just tried to kill him...at any moment he could bash your head in until your skull caved, no one would find you for days...maybe weeks...he said he wouldn’t kill you but that was before you pulled a gun on him.

You were angry at yourself...angry at Ben....why would the gun be empty?! Couldn’t Nick have told you that? Maybe he assumed you knew how to handle one...

August came back into the bathroom after ten minutes of cleaning. You didn’t dare to leave the shower in that time.

He was back. And now...he was naked. You uncontrollably worried and pressed your back into the bathroom tile. He stood into the shower, stealing the hot spray when it hit his back.

He was so hairy, and huge. He was like a bear.

You gulped and glanced at his dick. He was flaccid but you knew he could fuck you with a soft dick or just his hands alone.

He held out his hand and whispered, “The soap, please.”

Your hand shook as you shakily handed over the small white bar. It was the cheapest shit on the shelves you could find.

Now you regretted not spending the money you saw in your bank account. You would die feeling poor.

You tried to cover your nakedness. A hand between your thighs. You felt the bareness and cringed your face. He would’ve waxed you again or shaved while you were ‘in his care’ after the club incident.

The huge man started to rub the soap along his thighs and his arms and chest.

He smelt of your vomit...he cleaned it up for you...his clothes...you could hear the laundry machine.

He either was cleaning evidence or he was staying the night.

His face...was soft. He wasn’t angry...he was deep in thought... He was pleased. The faintest of smiles was on his furry face.

When he was finished. He touched your waist and pressed you to turn around him in the cubicle. Now the hot water covered your shivering skin. He rubbed some more soap into his hands and rubbed the bubbled into your skin. Along the back of your neck he rubbed and pinched. A tiny moan imminently slipped from your lips. You hoped he hadn’t heard it.

He did...

You knew he was gliding his hands down to your bottom and rubbing the darkened skin he planted when he spanked you. You hissed and softly swore as his thumb pressed in. A small threat, a warning? A reminder...

He touched you everywhere except your tits and your cunt...which shocked you as you braced from his hands every time they drew near those areas. The sense of denial played in your mind.

Your body felt warm...humming as it was teased.

He did touch the leather around your neck and tutted at the parts you damaged with scissors, where the metal you couldn’t cut poked out.

Turning the shower off, August opened the door again and guided you out onto the soft floor mat. He took a towel from the vanity draw and wrapped it over your shoulders like you were some kid at the beach.

He wrapped a towel around his waist. His body dripping and soaking into the edge.

You were poked out of the room and made to go into your room. Your dad’s door was still open however and that made you uncomfortable.

On your bed...was a box....

The gift...was an actual gift!? It was wrapped in white and gold paper with a pink tulle ribbon around it.

You shifted your towel around to wrap yourself in and looked between the man leaning on the doorway and the wrapped box on your bed.

He nodded to it. Open it. A silent command.

Your curled your lips into your mouth as you pulled the tulle ribbon away and scratched the paper back.

A deep gasp left your chest, “A phone?...”

It was one of the newest if the models you used. This type of phone usually cost three thousand dollars!

Behind you the awful man laughed softly, “For stepping on the one from the club.”

The tiny smile that was coming to your lips, disappeared. If he hadn’t reminded you of that night, you might’ve kept smiling. Your fist clenched. You were angry. Did he know how scared you were as you ran in the dark? Did he know you hated him even more because of this gift. This wasn’t a gift, this was a bribe...

Your jaw ticked and you turned on your heel, you held your towel tightly, “I am not saying thankyou.”

He chuckled at that and nodded, he tilted his head to the side and wagged a finger at you, “I swear every time I see you, you become twice as fiery.”

When he stood forward you got scared and tripped back and fell onto your bed. The phone box slid to the floor. Your heart raced. You noted how you accidentally flashed him as the towel fell from your hands.

He paused, not moving any further. He could see how frightened you were. And if you didn’t know any better...he didn’t want to scare you today.

His smile fell and he sighed, “Before I forget...your sex toy arrived.”

You crept off your bed as he left the door way. He was quickly back before you could make an escape.

He held a box and threw it to you. Without thought you let go of your towel and caught the box with the erotic images and product on it.

Stark nude and wet you stood. You turned away from him and put the box with your newly bought toy on the bed. You put your phone box beside it.

He was watching you with bird eyes as you tried to pick up the towel and cover yourself again.

“So let me see,” he hummed, he crossed his arms over his chest and clicked his tongue, “First you threaten to kill me,” he pushed away from the door, “You then attempt to actually kill me,” and he shakes his head chuckling, “and now I find out my cock isn’t enough to satisfy? Good heavens...have I neglected my greedy little puppy?”

Your hands lifted... Your towel was loose but you had tucked it to your body. You prepared your fighting stance like how Lloyd showed you.

“Get out...” you spat.

“No,” he smirked, “I will not.” He launched forward.

He grabbed your towel and you slipped from the material. You ran around his body, ripping his towel off as you ran out.

You slipped on water droplets in the hall and slid down the hall to the kitchen.

As he came around the corner, you flung a cupboard door open hard that smacked his hard in the face. You smiled hearing his painful groan.

"Fuck!"

He pushed it back and tried to grab you as you ran around the mini island. You threw his towel at his face as you made a rush back to your room. You managed to lock a chain and bolt on the bedroom door. You panicked and climbed under your pathetic single bed. You heard him behind the wood.

“Open up little puppy...or I’m gonna huff...” he said, “and then I’ll puff...”

When you made no sign of opening the door and remaining beneath the bedframe. The door burst open. The locks tore through the metal nook. He walked through. He nakedly crouched by the side of the bed and sighed at you curled up under your bed. He shook his head and softly smiled. He laid flat on the floor beside you.

“Watcha doin down there sweetness?”

You felt a breath escape you. A soft laugh. Was he fucking serious?!

“Hiding,” you mumbled into your wrists.

He fluttered his eyes shut. His hand rested on his Bare stomach.

“Well I found you, so you might as well come out. You’re black and blue. I don’t want to drag you over the carpet, don’t want rip up your knees pup.”

You couldn’t understand why he kept calling you that. You weren’t a puppy...you...you were human and you still weren’t sure how that pet name even fit you .

You knew he was right though, there was only way out and it didn’t matter. You would need to face him. If he wanted to kill you, nothing could’ve stopped him from strangling your throat. After a minute or two you finally gave in... Wiggling your butt from under the bed. He moved up to his knees. He watched you stick your head out and shimmy to the open air.

You knew trying to run out the door was useless and there was no other locks other than the front door. You rubbed your lips, staring at the broken locks and the door that hung off only one hinge...you really hated him...

His large soft hand rubbed your cheek and the back of your neck, cupping you closer to his body.

Both in your knees, he pulled you into his chest.

You pleaded softly, “Please...”

“Kiss me puppy,” he begged and looked down at your lips. You glanced to his eyes and shut yours as your pushed your face up.

He was gentle. His tongue poked Into your mouth and your lips closed. He kissed you and sucked on your bottom lip loudly. God it felt good. It felt hot and inviting. This kiss was like a deep hot bath or a cosy blanket. His hands squeezed your arms and cocooned you closer to his damp skin. You just wanted to wrap yourself in his body and sleep...except your body felt attacked by an invisible electricity, like a dozen bees rumbling down from your chest to the folds between your thighs.

Your could barely breathe.

When he pulled back he shuddered, “Are you turned on?”

You gasped, “No, why would I-”

“You’re trembling.”

“I’m scared,” your nose twitched and your gazed over his chest, feeling his cock twitch against your belly.

He chuckled and shook his head, he pressed a hard kiss against your cheek, “Merely two sides of the same coin...”

You whimpered and felt his hands smooth down your ass to your thighs. He lifted you up and pushed you onto your bed. You were at the same height now. Him kneeling on the floor with your sitting on your bed.

“You are safe, trust me,” he kissed your lips briskly, “Say it.”

“I...” you hesitated, “I am safe...and I trust you.”

His thumb pressed under your jaw, he kissed you again, “Good girl. I am not going to hurt you...truly...I promise.”

He dragged his lips down to your chest. He sucked in one of your tits. His lips smacked as he licked and sucked around your skin, you felt strange. Dirty but in a good way. Your own back curled to push into his mouth.

He pulled up after one satisfying suck, “That felt good yea?”

“S-so good,” you stuttered. Your cheeks felt warm it was like you were drunk but you knew you had a full sober conscious..

“Would you like to feel that again?” he asked, his hands ran up your thighs, spreading your knees.

You sighed as his thumb licked at your clit. You rocked your hip a little and whined. Fuck it felt good.

“Answer me puppy”

“I- oh god- I want to feel that again.”

He kissed your belly and pushed you back a little. Your head thudded against the wall. Your hands shakily grasped some pillows and put them behind your back. Your gleaming cunt glistened...that was totally you...no lube...no spit....just your arousal alone.

“Look at this pussy.” He marvelled as he pushed two fingers inside. You gasped and let out a feral moan.

“It just swallows up my fingers...do you like my fingers fucking your wet pussy?”

You whined and but your lip. When you didn’t answer, he pulled them out. He started licking them lewdly as he waited for your reply.

“I...” Your hands covered your eyes as you moaned, “I don’t know.”

“Are you turned on?” he asked you again.

“Yes,” you admitted. You just wanted his fingers back there again.

“Do you want my cock?” He purred in a soft belittling time.

“Y-yes...” you almost sobbed. God admitting it now made yourself sick. How could you admit to that? Your entire goal was to kill him. Take him down. Destroy his reputation. But here you were.

In your bedroom, crying for him to fuck you with his huge dick.

He climbed on top of you and tugged your ankles over his waist.

You felt his hard head press into your hole. His cock popped inside and his hips started the deep defend inside of you. He held your hips, lifting you up.

“Do you hate me?” he crooned, his teeth gnawed at your earlobe.

“I do,” you growled, in his ear, “fucking hate your guts.”

He laughed and groaned, “You hate my fucking guts?”

“Yes, fuck,” you gasped and scratched the back of his neck.

He was stretching you out and you drowned in his touch. You felt his cock tapping at your special spot and felt your knees clench tighter around his ribs.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked despite being balls deep and jerking his hips into yours.

“Yes. Oh god,” you gargled as he decided to slam himself harder and faster. Your nails dug into his biceps. Your teeth were grit tightly. You kept swearing. It hurt and felt so good altogether.

“Who do you belong to?” he sighed, his eyes winced while your pussy clenched him tightly.

You grunted angrily, “No body.”

He punctuated with his jerking hips, “You. Belong. To. Me.”

“N-no!” You yelped, his finger curled under your collar and tugged up you neck until you were forced to put yourself up on your elbows. He slowed his speed but kept his deep entrance.

“Oh but you do puppy, you do. You already know it. You just don’t want to admit it.”

His other hand pressed against your clit and your eyes rolled a little. Your nostril flared. Fuck that was painfully good. He tugged you up by the leather strap until your nose pressed against his. His moustache tickles against your lip.

“Whose collar is around this throat?” he growlee.

You grunted, “Yours.”

“That’s right...it’s. Mine. My. Collar.”

He kissed you hard and possessively. Not once did he let the collar go. He shoved his mouth into your ear as he ground down hard inside your cunt.

“Would you fuck any other man with this collar on?”

Your hand hugged the back of his neck and scratched, “No!”

“So tell me, who do you belong to.”

Your gasped, spit flying from your mouth against his as you said it, “Y-you.”

“That’s right, good puppy. You belong to me. I own you. You are my pet. You are mine to look after...mine to protect.”

It was a mantra, a speech that planted itself into your mind as a new fact...like a new commandment that always had been yet unspoken until now.

“Say it you little bitch,” he barked.

“Yours, I’m yours,” your eyes rolled as you started to cum, your words caught in your mouth until you Released a ear piercing scream, “I belong to you!!”

You felt him cackle as you wailed through the orgasm. The pressure was like a water balloon bursting in your belly and shooting a burning pleasure through your cunt.

It took you a while to calm down. You sobbed. The pleasure was too much...you felt confused and consumed. His cock twitch and he grunted loudly before freezing. His cock moved again and you felt him pull away, his cum rushed out and dripped out of you.

You felt full and empty. It was an unusual sensation.

He was sweating, your were drenched. Leaning over your trembling body, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and sighed, “what are you?”

“Yours,” you whined.

He chuckled and shook his head. His fingers pinched your jaw, “No, what are you to me?”

“I...” you paused and blinked lazily. Your brain was too fuzzy. “I don’t understand...I don’t know.”

Your hand wandered up to your throat. His hand was fiddling with the metal. You heard the collar pop and click. He pulled the collar away and threw it over his shoulder, “You’re my puppy.”

"And..." You voice rattled through your teeth, "And you're...daddy?"

He kissed you again and nodded, "Good girl."

HELPLINES:

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#tnosp #dead dove fic #dead dove do not eat

[themuppetagenda]

Has anyone else ever noticed that if you listen to Lungs (Florence and the Machine) backwards it's a story about a young woman who becomes a werewolf and works to save herself from her fate? Let me explain. The clues are all there. We start with a little backstory and world building.

13. You've got the love: she's in love with a dude. Pretty normal song writing stuff, little more elaboration in track 12.

11. Hurricane Drunk: boy cheats on girl, more classic heartbreak songwriting, but we do get one nice bit of foreshadowing in this line, "But I like to think at least things can't get any worse". Well bestie I have some bad news for you, you're in a piece of media. You might as well have coughed after a background news story about a mysterious illness.

10. My boy builds coffins: she gets involved with some new dark brooding death obsessed guy who literally builds coffins.

9. Cosmic love: oh she's falling for him, but it's not good. "Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too. So I stayed in the darkness with you". Not a great relationship tactic, feels a little red flaggy.

7. Drumming song: ok the next three songs are just a whirlwind of passion, and it's unclear exactly where she's turned. Personally I believe it's right here, "I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole. Until there’s nothing left inside my soul. As empty as that beating drum. But the song has just begun" Even if she's not literally losing her soul she's starting to lose control, her life is just swept into the tempest of her werewolf rebound.

5. Kiss with a fist is better than none: ok Harley Quinn that's a totally normal thing to say.

4. Howl: yeah here's the part where I start to question the detective skills around here, this is pretty on the nose. "If you could only see the beast you've made of me. I held it in, but now it seems you've set it running free. Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart.." it continues even more explicitly but I think you get the point.

3. I'm not calling you a liar: finally she starts to question some of her decision making. There's a lot of regret in this song.

2. Rabbit heart (raise it up): Florence is finding the strength to atone and move past this dark time, but at what cost?

"I must become a lion-hearted girl. Ready for a fight. Before I make the final sacrifice.. This is a gift, it comes with a price. Who is the lamb and who is the knife."

After this song I was very worried for my girl, does she need to be the sacrifice? Peak storytelling, I'm gripped with suspense. Hoping for the best but fearing the worst. Will she be ok?

1. Dog days are over: she got better, whew.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Please watch out for your favorite artists, there's apparently a werewolf in London.

#florence and the machine #florence welch #satire #werewolves #song analysis

[high-functioning-fang1rl]

The Ultimate Nica Pierce Playlist!

Nica is my favorite in the series and I couldn’t get the thought of creating a playlist of music that I think she would listen to/music I think represents her/reminds me of her out of my head!

So here is the Playlist with Songs/Artists/some explanations! Thanks to @barclaysangel for some input!!

What do you think Nica would listen to/what are your favorites?! Let’s nerd out over them!

*Dog Days Are Over (Florence and the Machine) - I mean come ON, this fits Nica’s vibe PERFECTLY (thanks to barclaysangel for the inspiration) and the lyrics to this song in particular are so perfect for Nica’s ultimate fighting spirit.

*Queen of Peace (Florence)

*Girl With One Eye (Florence)

*Shake It Out (Florence)

*Kiss With A Fist (Florence)

*Never Let Me Go (Florence)

*Free (Florence)

*Tag You’re It (Melanie Martinez) - This one gave me goosebumps when I connected it not only to what she faces with Chucky and Tiff messing her life up, but Chucky LITERALLY uses Nica to taunt Andy saying “Tag You’re It, Pal!” CHILLS. It works SO well I think!

*Training Wheels (Melanie Martinez) - Reminds me so much of the inner turmoil she’d face when falling for our very own Andy Barclay (they’re perfect for each other!)

*Milk and Cookies (Melanie Martinez) - The rest of the MM songs I put in because they fit so well within the context of the show/I feel like they relate to Nica very well!

*Teddy Bear (Melanie Martinez)

*Dollhouse (Melanie Martinez)

*Soap (Melanie Martinez)

*Lie In Our Graves (Dave Matthews) - I think when Nica is trying to relax/is smoking she may listen to music like this to help turn her brain off! Dave Matthews/ Glass Animals is perfect for that and I think she’d appreciate the vibe occasionally.

*Crush (Dave Matthews)

*Youth (Glass Animals)

*Ants Marching (Dave Matthews)

*Life Itself (Glass Animals)

*Everywhere (Fleetwood Mac) - For some reason I feel like Nica listened to a lot of Fleetwood Mac with her mother growing up, and she still has a fondness for it when she feels nostalgic

*Dreams (Fleetwood Mac)

*Go Your Own Way (Fleetwood Mac)

*Don’t Stop Thinking About Tomorrow (Fleetwood Mac)

*I Write Sins (Not Tragedies) (Panic at the Disco) - Growing up with her family, I think she had a little emo phase and listened to quite a bit of Panic/Fall out Boy/Paramore/Greenday. I love imagining a young Nica getting her angst out to these songs

*The Phoenix (Fall Out Boy)

*Bring Me To Life (Evanescence)

*Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana)

*Boulevard of Broken Dreams (Green Day)

*Memories (Panic at the Disco)

*Ain’t It Fun (Paramore)

*Still Into You (Paramore)

*Ready To Go Get Me Outta My Mind (Panic at the Disco)

*Still Breathing (Green Day)

*This Ain’t A Scene (Fall Out Boy)

*A Little Less Sixteen Candles (FOB)

*Just One Yesterday (FOB)

*Young Volcanoes (FOB)

*Sugar Were Going Down (FOB)

*Holiday (Green Day)

*When I Come Around (Green Day)

*Semi-Charmed Life (Third Eye Blind) - One of the songs Nica grew up with that she still enjoys to this day (like the next few)

*Everything You Want (Vertical Horizon)

*Breakfast At Tiffany’s (Deep Blue Something) - Despite the name Tiffany being a sore subject, Nica likes this song

*Valerie (Amy Winehouse)

*Rehab (Amy Winehouse)

*Don’t Let Me Get Me (Pink) - Fits when Nica would’ve been young and I think she still loves listening to this song when she feels a bit angsty

*You and I (Lady Gaga)

*Bloody Mary (Lady Gaga)

*ScheiBe (Lady Gaga)

*Wicked World (Matt Jaffe)

*Still Alive (Demi Lovato) - I mean obviously, this is a Final Girl anthem and she’s the best Final Girl there is!!

*Too Sweet (Hozier) - Fits her so well! I know our girl enjoys her whiskey neat ;)

#nica pierce #chucky syfy #chucky series #chucky 2021 #andy barclay #fiona dourif #brad dourif #junior wheeler #jake wheeler #jevon #devon evans #lexy cross #tiffany valentine #jennifer tilly

[whxre-bxby]

“Devil's Bait”

Summary: Na’vi Y/N and Sully’s kids have been used for one of Bridgehead’s experiments. The Sky People are trying to get to know and team up with the Ash People, but to do that they must find out how big of a threat they are. To test their theory, they use them. But Quaritch isn’t happy about that. 

(This is my interpretation of the Ash People so far)

WARNINGS : ANGST, violence, guns, shooting, tears, death 

SIDE RANT: IF QUARITCH OR LYLE AND THE FEMALE LEADER OF THE ASH PEOPLE BECOME LOVE INTERESTS I AM GOING TO FUCKING CRY.

Masterlist

Word Count: 4800

(Songs fitting to this that helped me imagine the scenario: brutal - Olivia Rodrigo, Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine, Run Boy Run - Woodkid)

I was told hell was not a place on Earth or Pandora. That it was somewhere further down and one could only go there when one wasn’t alive. 

But now, I’m starting to think the Sky People have brought it with them and it's slowly swallowing Pandora, like a never-ending void. 

As kids, we were all told stories of the Ash People. They were malevolent creatures with no sympathy or joy in life. They were the demons of Pandora, other than the Sky People and were so-called outsiders. The Ash People did not have the connection to Eywa and Pandora that all other Na’vi had. They were almost lifeless beings filled with hate and the urge to harm and destruct. 

No Na’vi would ever want to encounter an Ash Na’vi. Death and torture would be certain. Luckily, the clans had large masses of land distancing them. 

Returning to hell, the fighting never stopped. After that one battle between the Sky People soldiers and the water clan and the Sullys, Pandora was still not calm. 

Kiri, Lo’ak, Spider, Tuk and I were never allowed to go anywhere unsupervised by an armed adult. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t let it happen and there was no questioning it. Especially after what happened to Neteyam… 

It seemed as though our entire family had been put on their kill list and we were never truly safe. 

After about a month, the fear had died down slightly and we were allowed to leave the village up to a certain area. 

Today was one of the days when we would go hunting for a smaller animal or just gather fruits and herbs. Kiri was learning healing with Ronal and Neytiri, so she stayed home. 

Lo’ak, Tuk, Spider and I left the coastal area and were in a forest again. This forest was still far from our old home. 

What had changed was that we were no longer carrying bows and arrows. When we left, we had to have guns which were horrible, destructive tools but they were more efficient when it came to self-defence against Sky People. Especially because they had them too. 

I had one, carrying it sideways because it was big and heavy while an ammo belt rested around my shoulder. Spider and Lo’ak each had one too. I held Tuk’s hand as we walked, talking about whether we preferred Ilu’s or Ikran’s. 

Then, I was the first to pick up a strange noise. It was a very distant rattling coming from above the trees. I froze, letting my ears focus on figuring it out. Lo’ak heard it too and Tuk held me tighter. 

“What is it?” Spider asked. We all stayed quiet for a minute, listening as the noise became louder. 

“Something’s coming.” I say, not taking my eyes off the sky and the crowns of the trees. 

“Do you think it’s the Sky People?” Spider asked again. Tuk gasped and I wrapped an arm around her. 

“It’s a machine, that’s for sure.” I answer and Lo’ak nods, stepping in front of us all and looking around. In the distance, we see how the leaves on the trees start to shake and flay around. 

It was one of their helicopters, approaching us. 

“Stay quiet.” Lo’ak said. “Maybe it doesn’t know we are here.” 

That theory did not last for long. The helicopter stopped moving forwards once it was roughly above us and ropes were thrown down. We stepped away and saw how Sky People in machines were getting ready to leap down.

Without hesitation, we started to run in the opposite direction with the instinct to distance ourselves from the danger. 

I pulled Tuk behind me and Lo’ak gave Spider a push while we ran to take cover in the dense trees. However, the machines had reached the ground and we knew they were following us. 

Luckily we didn’t have them on our heels. 

Another helicopter emerged, sending us in a slightly different direction. 

After a few more minutes of running, we noticed the trees were fading away and after a few more steps, there were no trees in front of us. We must have left the forest. Now, we were looking out on a large plain of grass and small plants. There was a nearby hill and in the distance, even the greenery was gone and it looked like stone and mud only. 

Running into plain sight of the helicopters wasn’t a good idea but since they were behind us, we had to run from them. So we did, letting our feet take us through the grass until we were roughly in the middle. 

I looked back, gasping for air and noticed the aircraft hover above the forest only. No doubt were they watching us, they had the machines facing us too but they didn’t follow. In fact, they retreated, not flying away but giving us more space. 

Lo’ak and I exchanged confused looks. What was the point of that?

Tuk sat down, wrapping an arm around my leg and steadying her breathing. Spider joined her while Lo’ak and I looked around. The plain was huge but it was still encircled by forests. 

“What the hell was that?” Spider asks, breathily. I sigh, not liking the fact that we didn’t understand what they were doing.

When you are being chased, it is simple. They want to get you and you don’t want to be caught, so you run. Flee from them. 

But now they were just watching us and I didn’t know how to work against them here. 

“I don’t know.” I reply, turning away and patting Tuk. 

“You okay?” I whisper and she nods while I adjust my chest piece and ammo belt. Lo’ak keeps staring them down. 

“It makes no sense.” he said, looking at me. I nod, thinking. 

“Why chase us all the way here and then stop?” he asks, not expecting an answer from me. 

“I don’t know. Let’s wait it out. What we need to figure out is how to get back when they are blocking the way home.” I say and Lo’ak nods, sitting down with us. 

We were all a little tired, so we sat in a circle on the soft grass which dried out the further north one went. It was weird. An hour went by of us talking, pulling our strands of grass and glancing back. The helicopters had not moved. It was past weird at this point. 

The whole time, I was trying to figure out what was happening. I know the Sky People don’t do things without reason. Which meant they had a plan, to drive us away from the forest and into the open. But why? Why did they want us here?

If they want us here, that means something bad is approaching. And since we don’t know what it is, we can’t plan against it. Concluding, we must leave.

“I think we should go.” I say, tapping Lo’ak’s shoulder and getting up. 

“How? They’re still there.” 

“We can go around, that way we will be home before the eclipse.” I say and Lo’ak hesitates before nodding. 

We all get up and walk back to the forest but not to where the helicopters were. Now, there were three of them and as we started approaching the other side of the trees, one aircraft started moving forwards and hovered over the area we wanted to go through. 

I stopped in my steps. The message was clear, they didn’t want us to leave. It worried me. Not knowing what is to come and not being able to escape it. 

Suddenly, a single shot was fired from one of the helicopters. The bullet hit the ground a few feet away from us and we flinched at the loud noise. 

I guess that meant that we should turn back, so we did, walking back to the circle.

...

The Colonel was standing amongst other soldiers and scientists, with Wainfleet and the General. Everyone was watching the operation. The helicopters were pointing their cameras at the group of Sully's kids while the soldiers on board were describing the situation. They had herded the kids out of the forest and into the open plains.

Now, they could proceed with phase two of the plan. Bring in the predators. 

“What exactly is the plan here?” Lyle asks, directing his question more to the General than to Quaritch. 

“We’re waiting for the hostiles to take the hint and come pick up their bait. Based on the reactions of the bait and the actions of the hostiles, we can determine how dangerous these savages actually are.” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. 

Quaritch nodded, keeping his arms firmly crossed over his chest. 

Lyle wasn’t expecting the Colonel to sacrifice the kids. Especially when Spider was there. 

“Sir, your son is there. Are we lettin’ ‘em die?” Lyle asked and only Quaritch heard his question. 

“No, just testin’ the waters.” Quaritch replies, not taking his eyes off the screen. Any minute now, they should emerge and this whole operation can finally be over. 

The location wasn’t far from Bridgehead, so the helicopters had no trouble keeping connections with the Towers. One helicopter had picked up distant movement and informed the Quarters that the plan was being put into action.

...

Another twenty minutes passed and I started to have a bad gut feeling. I’ve felt it this whole time because something was seriously off here but now it seemed to get worse. 

My head was spinning and my ears were twitching around, to pick up any danger. 

That’s when it happened. Another distant noise. Far different from the sounds of the machines. These were echoes. 

Echoes of voices and screams. They sounded like war cries and I immediately jumped to my feet. 

Lo’ak flinched, starting to curse at me for startling him but then he heard it too. We all froze, just listening and looking at the hill where the noise was coming from. 

My heart was thumping in my chest, my head was aching and my ears were ringing. Adrenaline was building up in me and I felt completely restless.

Within the next few seconds, there was a small movement on the hill. Then another and soon we could make out a few figures. They looked like Na’vi, but they were grey. They were making all the violent noise we heard and they also happened to be running towards us. More and more of them were emerging from the top of the hill, which was distant, but still way too close for my liking.

“What are they?” Tuk asked, panic flooding her eager voice. Everyone was on their feet now.

Lo’ak helplessly looked at me as all emotions were overpowered by fear and panic. 

“The Ash People.” I whisper, my breath getting caught in my throat. All went quiet for a second until Tuk cried out and the noises got louder. 

“Load the guns!” I yell, cocking my gun and checking if it’s fully loaded. Spider and Lo’ak quickly comply, even though their movements stutter a few times.

I whip my body around. The helicopters are still watching. 

I then give my attention to Tuk who looks absolutely terrified. 

“Tuk-” I say, grabbing her hands and turning her to face me. “Tuk everything will be okay. We have weapons, okay?” I say, guiding her behind Lo’ak and Spider. 

She nods but I can see the tears forming in her eyes as her lip begins to tremble. 

“Don’t look okay, turn around, hold this. You look at the pretty trees and focus on not dropping this, okay? We are right here with you.” I say, handing her a water bottle. If she focuses on tightly holding it, it may be easier for her to block out the noise. I made her turn around because I knew this was going to get bloody and she shouldn’t have to see that. Neither should we to be honest. We were still too young for this kind of violence but life hit us with new terms and conditions when Sky People arrived. Now, we have no choice but to defend ourselves. 

Killing when it’s not hunting is unusual for all Na’vi except the Ash Na’vi. I knew that if we wouldn’t start attacking them we would be done for. More of them kept emerging from the hill and we were outnumbered by far. 

I let go of Tuk, turning around and walking next to Spider and Lo’ak who are aiming their guns at the approaching danger. The Ash Na’vi are now full-on sprinting towards us and the scene looks like one of our worst nightmares. 

“Remember, their blood is not on our hands. If we don’t do this, we’re all …” I say, motioning the universal sign of dead by fake cutting my throat. I didn’t want Tuk to hear.

They nod. 

“We're doing this for our lives. For Tuk. For life, peace and… for Neteyam.” I say, knowing very well that the Sky People were part of the reason the Ash People were here.

Now they look more angry than scared and I nod, aiming my own weapon at them. 

“Open fire.” I shout and immediately, bullets are soaring through the air. At first, they hit the ground around the approaching targets but after a few seconds of getting used to the weapons, the Ash People in the front line start falling to the ground as our bullets penetrate their skin.

...

“They’ve opened fire first,” a voice from the screen told Quaritch and the General. The Colonel nodded, intently watching the screen. He took note of how you acted. That you took care of Tuk before talking to his son and the other Na’vi boy and that you were the one to give them the green light to open fire while you yourself joined in. 

Leadership skills. 

The room was silently watching the scene. It shocked everyone that your group opened fire first. Or that you opened fire at all. They expected the Ash People to talk to you and worst case scenario take you with them, but your actions changed their minds about them. Knowing Na’vi in general were not actually violent made them conclude that you must know that they are dangerous. Killing them was an extreme form of self-defence so the Ash People must be serious threats. 

...

I clenched my jaw, while Lo’ak screamed out his own war cry. The light emitting from the front of my weapon each time a bullet fired out was making my eyes hurt. Our ears were going numb and I paused to reload, handing Lo’ak and Spider more bullets before shouting to Tuk that she was doing well. 

We kept firing, watching in horror as the bodies kept dropping but our instinct to survive was beating that down. 

More Ash People kept emerging and I reloaded my gun again, handing the rest to Spider and Lo’ak. After this, we were out of ammunition. There were only so many we could kill. 

I glance behind me, starting to walk back as they started coming closer. Spider followed and I yelled at Lo’ak that we need to retreat. I grab Tuk’s arm, pulling her back with my steps while I continued to fire up the enemy. 

Lo’ak stopped firing, pressing the trigger until he realised he was out of bullets. Soon after, Spider had the same issue. 

“Back!” I yell and we start running. Occasionally I turn around, shooting down the fast ones that were getting close to reaching us. I knew I only had a few shots left so I used them wisely.

Tuk was crying and I was now focusing on helping Tuk and getting us all out of here. 

...

Quaritch’s eyes widened when he saw how you began to retreat. You must have run out of ammunition and could only flee. 

He adjusted his posture and clapped his hands. 

“Alright, that’s it. Get ‘em out of there or fire up the others. Your choice.” He spoke calmly. 

The experiment was done. They got your reaction and it told them that the Ash People were the worst of the worst. Now they needed to just solve the problem of you all being hunted. 

The General turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“Get ‘em out of there?” she scoffed, shaking her head and sipping from her cup again. 

Quaritch froze for a split second. Was that not the plan?

“No, let’s see what they do to ‘em. Then we can call the mission off.” she spoke and Quaritch grimaced, not understanding.

He thought they agreed on getting you all out of the scene after reactions were studied. 

“I’m not sending my men in there. It’ll turn into a battlefield.” she added, chuckling with one of her colleagues at the absurd idea. 

That was it. Quaritch had enough and was slowly starting to panic. Lyle had picked up that the situation was taking a wrong turn and became restless. 

“No, we agreed that we would dissolve the fight once we have what we needed. I think we got that.” he spoke, walking up to the General. 

“My son is there!”

“That’s not your son.” she snapped back. 

“Do I have to remind you that I am in charge of this mission and that you will not interfere with anything unless I say so.” she spoke like a snake spitting venom. It was menacing to Quaritch and he realised now that he did in fact not look up to her. 

He wanted to shout at her and argue back but he knew the consequences would be harsh on him. While he couldn’t change her mind, he could still do his own thing. 

He snarled before turning away and quickly exiting the room. Lyle immediately followed. 

“What’s the plan?” Lyle asked, glancing back at the General before facing his Colonel. 

“We’re getting ‘em outta there.” Quaritch furiously snarled again. Wainfleet grinned, liking the rebellion. He himself never liked the General. 

...

The helicopters were still hovering but we had no choice but to run to the forest. We avoided directly running under the aircraft. The start of the forest was still very far away. I attach the gun to my belt, yelling at the boys to follow me. I then wrap my hands under Tuk’s arms, who was struggling to keep up and almost tripped a few times, launching her from her feet and onto me. I was slightly taller than Lo’ak so I was able to hold her while she wrapped her arms and legs around my body. We were all sprinting away, knowing this was another life-or-death situation. Maybe the worst one yet.

Lo’ak was helping Spider while I led the way with Tuk in my hands. When we were getting close to the forest, the helicopters were not shooting or blocking the way. I glanced behind me, gasping when I saw how close the Ash Na’vi were. They were much faster because they were all adults. The looks on their faces we so hate-filled I was beyond terrified. Their eyes were demonic and it seemed as though all that mattered to them was catching up with us. 

I face forwards again and almost scream when I see that some Ash People have started emerging from the other side now too. We were being closed in from both sides. Next to us was the forest but that’s where the Sky People were before. 

I slow down, turning to Lo’ak. 

“Go through the forest! Take Tuk!” I shout and he nods before giving me a confused look. 

“Come then, let’s go!” he shouts back, ready to run in between the trees.

“I can’t! They will catch up easily if we all go there.” I say, putting Tuk back on her feet and giving her to Lo’ak. He holds her as I did and angrily looked at me. 

“I will not leave you behind!” he shouts, grabbing for my arm but I move out of the way. 

This made me feel like I was a stupid character in a stupid movie, making it more dramatic by sacrificing myself to help the others even though usually they would make it anyway. But this time, I knew they would follow and kill us all in the forest. If I didn’t lead them away from my family we would all die. 

“There is no other option!” I yell and Lo’ak knows that when he sees how close the Ash Na’vi are. 

“Time is running out. GO!” I yell and he nods before they all take off. I curse, even though I’m glad they listened. Tuk screamed out for me, tears streaming down her eyes as her sore legs dangled around Lo’aks waist. Spider looked back before running with them. 

“Your ‘son’ is out of danger now, Colonel. Return to base.” The General spoke over a monitor in an almost mocking tone. 

Both men slightly grimaced at her voice, while sitting in a helicopter which they took. The pilot was threatened by the Colonel to listen to him and now they were in the air, approaching the area you were in. 

Quaritch looked at the screen, feeling a little relieved when he noticed Spider was in the woods and was no longer being chased. Then again, he and Lyle were both restless when they saw exactly how close the savages were to you and how you were slowly failing at keeping your previous fast pace. 

They exchange eye contact before the Colonel puts the holo-pad away.

...

“We’re gettin’ her outta there too. She helped Spider.” he said and Wainfleet nodded, starting to arm himself with the present weapons. 

...

I really hoped this wouldn’t be the last time I see them. I turn around, aiming my gun and shooting another Ash Na’vi before continuing to run in the direction we were before we realised there were more enemies in front of us. I left the forest behind, sprinting into what I thought was going to be the death of me. I was spinning around, constantly shooting down the Na’vi that almost got within my reach. 

They had forgotten the others and were all chasing me down. I kept firing and then my heart sunk deep in my chest when I realised that I too was out of bullets. 

My legs were starting to give out and with each leap I took, my knees wobbled more and I was reaching my limit. 

They were really close and all my exits were blocked off now. 

I was giving up all hope, throwing my gun down and ridding myself of any unnecessary weight holding me back. But it was becoming difficult to breathe and my legs were trembling. 

Just as I was about to let my body give in, a loud mechanical noise erupted from above me. I knew it was a helicopter by the way it created a strong wind around it. It was descending in front of me and kept a rather big distance. The sides were open and in it, I could recognise Na’vi in military clothing. I knew very well they were Sky People.

The thudding noise of footsteps behind me was just a few feet away and I forced myself to keep running, knowing the Ash People were right behind me.

The two Na’vi on the helicopter were shouting something at me but I didn’t understand. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and all I was able to hear was the footsteps behind me and the shouts of incoherent angry voices from the enemy. 

The helicopter was still hovering above the ground and I noticed the Ash People from the other side were getting close to it too. 

Suddenly, bullets were flying through the air and I was about to take cover and throw myself on the ground when I heard a loud thud and one of the Ash People behind me got hit with it. While falling, their extended hand scratched my heel. That’s how close they were. 

I ran as fast as I possibly could, not fearing the soaring bullets as they flew right past me. 

I was almost there. The helicopter started to rise again and I panicked, not wanting them to leave. One of the Na’vi’s hands extended out, reaching for me but it seemed out of reach and I didn’t trust it. The last few steps became lunges and once I took the final one, I leapt off the ground, extending my arms to the front and gripping the bottom pole the helicopters use to stand on. 

It kept rising into the air as I hung from the pole and when I looked down the Ash People were right where the helicopter was before. When I leapt forward, one of the jumped after me and just barely missed gripping my ankle. 

I watched them in horror while holding on for dear life as they shouted and stomped angrily that I had escaped. They truly were demons. 

I heard voices from above me and when I looked up, both Navi men were peering down at me while I swung with the movements of the aircraft. 

“Take my hand!” One shouted through the noise. I recognised him. 

As much as I hated them, anything was better than being tortured to death by the monsters down there, so I accepted, reaching for his with one hand while the other kept its tight grip. 

He tightly clutched my hand and heaved me up into the helicopter with them. 

I was on my knees, gasping for air while holding onto a seat. One of them was sitting while the bald one aimed a gun at me. I didn’t have the strength to worry about it. The one sitting scanned over my body before waving the other off.

“Not armed.” he said and the gun was put away. 

I look at both of them, recognising the faces. 

The one sitting was Quaritch. Or the Colonel as Jake said. He was the reason this was all even happening. Next to him was a man who I think was called Lyle. He killed Neteyam...

I hated them both equally. 

While calming my breath I glared at them, my ears pinning back before I looked outside. Maybe I should just jump off and hope I land in the water. 

“That was some runnin’ you did.” Quaritch said with a sly smirk, thinking I was thankful for them being there. I was but I also wasn’t. 

“What’s your name?” he asks but I ignore him. He instantly notices that I don’t want to be there and that I’m not comfortable with them. 

“Hey, we saved ya. If it weren't for us, you’d be dead. You might as well talk to us.” he added. I felt like shit, being rescued by the other enemy. 

“You’re the reason we were even there.” I snarl at him and he is taken aback by my attitude. 

“And you’re the reason we were only four.” I add, hissing at the soldier next to him. If Neteyam were alive, he would have gone with us.

Lyle sits still, processing what I just said. Quaritch shuts up too. They knew the damage they had caused. 

But Lyle didn’t know he killed a kid. Quaritch did. 

It was reason enough for me to not talk to them and they understood, not bothering me anymore. 

“Here.” Lyle said, handing me a bottle. I glance between him and the water before hesitantly taking it, avoiding eye contact with my brother’s killer. 

The rest of the ride was silent. I was too exhausted to care where we were going but I knew I wasn’t being given a ride home. My body had reached its limit and I fell asleep on board. 

(This is a ONESHOT Imagine and not a series. I will not write a part 2 because there is no way I can turn this into a smut with either Lyle or Quaritch. This version of Y/N hates them both too much to hook up with them. Also, how could she? They took her away and killed Neteyam. It wouldn’t work, so please don’t ask me to do it.

There are more ideas to come, some maybe still include the Ash People while others are just filthy smut.)

Tag List:  @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

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[beesmiley]

growing magic

↳ gale x tav playlist

PROLOGUE

De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

I miss you, I'm sorry - Gracie Abrams

Paradise - Coldplay

Softcore - The Neighborhood

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

The View Between Villages - Noah Kahan

What Was I Made For? - Billie Eilish

Where's My Love (Acoustic) - SYML

You're Gonna Go Far - Noah Kahan

ACT 1: "i love you. you should never, never doubt that."

A Sky Full of Stars - Coldplay

Electric Love - BORNS

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

First Light - Hozier

Sick of Losing Soulmates - dodie

The Bug Collector - Haley Heynderickx

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

ACT 2: "i love you too. much more than myself. more even than mystra."

ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine

Fool for Love - Lord Huron

I Bet My Life - Imagine Dragons

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

Sanctuary - Joji

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

Sunlight - Hozier

ACT 3: “with you, i forget my goddess. you put the stars to shame.”

BREATHING UNDERWATER - Hot Milk

Chances - Five for Fighting

Family Line - Conan Gray

Gilded Lily - Cults

I Want to Live (Instrumental Version) - Borislav Slavov

Running Up That Hill - Placebo

Unknown / Nth - Hozier

Wash My Dreams Away - Borizlav Slavov

Who We Are - Hozier

EPILOGUE

Evergreen - Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners

Francesca - Hozier

In My Room - Chance Pena

Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

Lullaby - Smash Into Pieces, Moncho

Make Your Own Kind of Music - Cass Elliot

Work Song - Hozier

Would That I - Hozier

#bg3 #galetav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #bg3 playlist #gale x tav #character playlist #baldur's gate 3 #phlox nanadi #spotify playlist

[all-weneed]

A Codywan Playlist

or, songs that feel like the sun

55 songs, 3 hours 40 minutes

Free - Florence + the Machine

My Tears Are Becoming a Sea - M83

About You - The 1975

Sanctuary - Joji

Chemical - Post Malone

The Archer - Taylor Swift

mirrorball - Taylor Swift

Us And The Rest - M83

You’re On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

Evergreen - Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners

Prosthetic Love - Typhoon

Would That I - Hozier

right where you left me - Taylor Swift

Ophelia - The Lumineers

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier

From Eden - Hozier

Cleopatra - The Lumineers

Beige - Yoke Lore

Sunshine Baby - The Japanese House

Venus - Sleeping at Last

Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens

Sunlight - Hozier

When the Night is Over - Lord Huron

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Stubborn Love - The Lumineers

Heat Above - Greta Van Fleet

Real Love Baby - Father John Misty

Light My Love - Greta Van Fleet

Hello My Old Heart - The Oh Hello’s

Sun - Sleeping at Last

Jupiter - Sleeping at Last

Visions of Gideon - Sufjan Stevens

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Clean - Taylor Swift

REPRISE - The Lumineers

Orange Juice - Noah Kahan

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

this is me trying - Taylor Swift

Gale Song - The Lumineers

Sparks - Coldplay

Work Song - Hozier

Second Chances - Gregory Alan Isakov

Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Not Strong Enough - boygenius

The Gold - Manchester Orchestra & Phoebe Bridgers

The Fall - Gregory Alan Isakov

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over - Jeff Buckley

Everywhere, Everything - Noah Kahan

Before the Sun - Gregory Alan Isakov

No Complaints - Noah Kahan

Fine Line - Harry Styles

Unknown / Nth - Hozier

Outro - M83

i have only recently entered the codywan/sw discourse, but i am a dedicated music lover and i love exploring themes and feelings through music. some of these are more literal codywan than others, and some of these are more of a feeling/theme. if you have any other recs, i’d love to hear them <3

#cody is sun and obi wan is jupiter #and that’s a hill i will die on #star wars #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #my post #!!!! #i don’t do those very often #music recs #codywan playlist #maybe i’ll even try my hand at writing fics to this

[heartbreakprincehbk]

What songs remind you of each of the Von Erich"s separate and as a whole? Here's mine

Kevin- Patience by Guns n Roses

Kerry- Free Bird by Lynard Skynard

David- Father and son by Cat Stevens

Mike- Elastic Heart by Sia

Chris- Dog Days are over by Florence and the Machines

All together- Somewhere Only we know by Keane

It might seem like a odd collection of songs but for some reason i think it fits all them

Oooooooh love this. Thanks for asking/sharing! Those are good picks!! Especially David’s. I would say mine are:

Kerry- “Desperado” by Eagles

David- “Country Club” by Travis Tritt

Mike- “Storms” by Fleetwood Mac

Kevin- okay, he did an interview once where he said he liked cliff diving in Acapulco so I always think of “Loco in Acapulco” by Four Tops lmao but as a serious answer “Fire and Rain” by James Taylor

Chris: “St. Elmo’s Fire” by John Parr

All of them: “As Long as You Follow” by Fleetwood Mac. I heard the song a day after I saw Iron Claw and I couldn’t stop thinking about them together.

#thanks for asking 🥰