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ೃ࿔ SAVAGE BONDS part 3 『 feyd rautha x atreides!reader 』

summary: destined to one another since conception, your very life belongs to feyd rautha. as a token of good will you are sent to the strange planet of giedi prime a week before your wedding ceremony, only to learn that it is far more hostile than you imagined it would be. a failed assassination attempt has tempers flaring and sparks flying when it is decided to be safer to sleep alongside feyd. you hate to admit it, but he has played the part of a "protector" better than the guards who were tasked to watch over you. whilst you have been dreading this union all of your life, feyd has been anticipating it. meeting you as children had left him awe-struck. . . and a bit obsessed.

warnings: !SMUT HEAVY IN FUTURE PARTS!, feyd is super overprotective in this fic and kills multiple people in your honor, blood and gore, it's a dark romance folks, political marriage, forced proximity, temporary unrequited love, a lil dubious consent in some scenes, there's a lot of talk about breeding, enemies to lovers (in your mind, not his), there's a "who did this to you" scene, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink heavy, lots of scent marking/marking. ( need to edit this later because I'm exhausted right now)

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If the intruder had made another noise then hadn’t been able to hear it. Not over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Dread washed over you, the blood in your veins turning to ice as you were struck with a sudden realization:

Either you fought for your life, here and now. . . or you died.

Your throat locked up, and suddenly you found yourself unable to say anything at all. Shouldn’t you be screaming like a madwoman? Had he seen you undress for the night? Had he been lurking in a corner or a closet as your attendants had run your bath? Was everybody in on this?

Every nervous smile and antsy movement came rushing back to you. Betrayal slapped you in the face so hard that it stunned you back into motion.

The knife that you had hidden away in your room after breakfast was shorter than you would have liked- minimal reach, meaning you’d have to get up close to the attacker. Still, you somehow managed to kick the sheets off of you in order to lurch to the side before he was able to brandish his own blade. You heard it cut through the air, the loud tearing of the pillow where your head had just been perched a millisecond ago echoed through the pitch black room.

You moved towards the door, bare feet against ice cold marble, and finally began to open your mouth to scream for whatever guards were sure to be stationed near the guest quarters.

“I wouldn’t bother,” The man’s voice sneered, a smile evident in his voice. “No one will save you.”

There it was. The truth.

Everyone hated you, but you already knew as much. There was very little you could do in your nightdress- no way you could properly fend off an attacker without any shoes on your feet. Even worse, you had no shield.

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, raising the knife so that you were holding it defensively in front of you. You hated how pathetic you sounded with your voice shaking like that. Still, your hands held strong.

Under immense trauma and stress like this your body had gone into autopilot. Again and again your training has been hammered into you. You must remain calm. Act with surety.

Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear.

You waited, listening to see if he was getting close to you. The bed creaked, the attacker stepping into a single ray of silver light that had escaped through the blinds.

It was a guard.

So this was planned. You should have known enough. You would have thought that Feyd would have been the one to orchestrate the whole thing, but his earlier warning had made it clear to you that he hadn’t wanted you to perish. At least not like this.

He didn’t say anything else to you before his arm came barrelling down. You stepped to the side, almost tripping over the fabric of your dress in your panic. The cutter blade struck the wall behind you, and in the man’s blind fury he left his side completely defenseless. You surged forward, the knife tightly clutched in your hand, and brought it down hard on his arm. He cried out, the sound nearly deafening you as it echoed off of the empty walls.

“You bitch!” His weapon clung against the ground.

Still, his uninjured arm struck against the side of your face. The world tilted beneath you as you stumbled backwards, your spine cracking against the dresser drawer as your knees buckled beneath you. Pain. It felt like he had just drilled a hole clean into the side of your face. No one had ever landed a blow to you like that. The guard took advantage of your stunned state, moving forward so that he could wrap his meaty hands around your throat.

You needed to use the Voice. He had to stop. . . but his hands were squeezing too tightly. Your lips moved but little more than fearful croaks escaped you. Tears pooled in your eyes at the pressure, at the pain, at the fucking fear that was threatening to swallow you up whole, whole, whole until you were nothing. Your nails scrapped against any bit of skin that you could find. He hissed in pain, using the weight of your own body against you as he slammed you against the dresser where he currently had you pinned.

You kicked out your legs, desperately trying to find a foothold so that you could wrench yourself upwards. If you were in pants then you might have been able to save yourself, but your bare feet slid out against the loose fabric pooled underneath you. The man had struck when you had been most vulnerable. He was killing you.

Your eyes widened, the tears finally spilling past the thick wall of your lower lashes. He was killing you. He was killing you. He was killing you.

With the ringing filling your ears, you hadn’t heard the commotion outside of your door. Only when it slammed open, light from the hall flooding in, did you realize that someone had been alerted. The hands around your throat loosened just enough for you to take a deep, wheezing breath in.

“Help me.” But you couldn’t reach the correct frequency, not when your vocal cords were so damaged.

Still, with bleary eyes you stared up at whoever’s large form filled the doorway. Begging them to save you.

And so they did.

The world just fell away, like ink on wet paper- it all bled around him. All sound and sight ebbed away, the only thing visible in his rage being your tear filled eyes. Feyd had seen looks of pure terror on the faces of men he had bested countless times before. It never meant much to him. The lives he had taken never weighed heavy on his shoulders. He never cared much for anything aside from his own ambitions. He had goals- found minor joy in sharpening his mind and his blades.

He had carried his memories of you from childhood with him into adulthood, each glance and nervous smile acted as a balm that soothed any future traumas or worries. He knew that one day he would be standing exactly where he was right then, with you within arms length.

This wasn’t what he had pictured throughout the years though. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was currently witnessing.

Women bled the same as men did. He never felt overly-noble when it came to protecting them, no matter how weak or frail they looked. Feyd understood that it was survival of the fittest. People lost their lives every day in much crueler ways than suffocation. . .

But the guard had his hands around your throat, and in that moment Feyd no longer saw the proud woman that had managed to nearly knock him off of his feet earlier. No, in that moment you looked just like that six year old little girl he had always cared for so dearly. You looked exactly how he had left you- scared, fragile and innocent.

Feyd-Rautha wasn’t quite sure what love was, but he could imagine that it must be what he felt for you. Losing you was an impossibility, he’d never let it happen. He couldn’t.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

An eerie sort of calm befell the room, the only sounds being your shaky breaths as you tried to fill your aching lungs with air. The guard didn’t answer him, only stared with fearful eyes up at the Na-Baron. He was looking Death right in the face.

“Was it your idea to attack her in the middle of the night like this?” Feyd took another step into the room, which had the guard scooting back awkwardly on his knees. “You were going to kill her in the dark like she was no better than an animal.”

He hadn’t even been brave enough to face you with the lights on.

Feyd, without turning around, used his foot to close the door behind him. Once again the room plummeted into pitch black darkness. There was a shuffling sound in front of him, the man trying to get to his feet as fast as he could to put some distance between the two of them, but it was too late. Feyd followed the source of the noise and reached out, grabbing the man around the stomach before sinking his blade deep into his neck. A sick wet gurgling noise caused you to let out a small cry. Still, the blue eyed man wouldn’t be offput by your disgust.

He had to pay for what he did to you.

And so he dislodged the knife easily, the sharp blade gliding through muscle and skin, and then stabbed again. And again. And again. The guard moaned in pain, trying his hardest to buck and fight Feyd off of him. Even when the man’s legs gave out from under him Feyd followed him, falling to his knees so that he could continue his ruthless assault.

The Na-Baron grit his teeth, eyes wide as his knife continued to find purchase in the corpse beneath him. The bastard had caused you to suffer. He had hurt you. Feyd didn’t stop there either. He stood up and made his way out into the hallway.

The rage had made a home somewhere deep in his chest. He didn’t know what to do with so much anger. He needed. . . he needed to make everyone atone for what they had done to you. Did they think that he would approve of their lame assassination attempt?

“You heard everything and did nothing!” He screamed out at the other guards who stood in the hallway.

His hands were coated in blood, his black shirt and night pants soaked through, clinging to his skin. All they could do was watch him, unable to say anything at all. Feyd knew that they could not deny his claims. They had all been in on this from the start.

And so he raised his blade again and did not stop until every man in the hallway was long-dead.

Not a word had been said since the incident. You didn’t even complain when Feyd had all but dragged you through the halls, rather you followed him as emotionless as a doll. The blood of the fallen marred your arms and crisp white nightdress. It was as if your body had gone into auto pilot. Your mind was lost to you, as you felt as though you were floating off somewhere far away. You no longer existed at all.

You were just a hollow shell now, in a state of shock that had you shutting down completely.

Where was he taking you? You didn’t know, nor did you particularly care anymore.

The guard’s final breaths had sounded wet, probably due to the blood in his lungs. The blade hitting bone. His moans of pain. Those sounds still echoed in your ears, and you were positive that you’d never be able to get them out of your head.

You’d never witnessed anything like that in all of your life. Someone had been killed mere feet away from you. And yet you weren’t sorry for him. You searched yourself for even an inkling of pity and came up short. The bastard got what he deserved.

“Why did you have to do that in front of me?” You managed to mumble out.

Tonight would soon become a memory that would never abandon you. Even in old age you were certain that you would be able to recall every gut wrenching detail of tonights events. When the door leading out to the doorway had opened and illuminated the room, Feyd’s sins had been revealed in full to you.

The guard was unrecognizable. He no longer looked human to you, his insides turned out. Your betrothed had quite literally gutted your attacker in front of you.

Your bare feet tracked blood on the floors, the long skirts of your nightgown soaked with another man’s blood.

“I killed him for you. I wanted you to experience every moment of retribution.” He didn’t turn around to face you as he spoke. Instead he kept his eyes on the hallway, the pupils of his pale blue eyes blown out wide.

You cast a look down at the hand that was holding your arm in a vice-like grip. He was shaking. It was almost as though he could feel your eyes on his hand. His trembling fingers dug into your soft skin.

Feyd released you once the two of you were alone in a room together, closing the door behind him and locking it for good measure. You stood there, motionless as you followed the line of his jaw with your eyes. The muscle there ticked a few times as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. He was still agitated, you could tell.

“You’re starting to bruise.” He motioned towards his own neck.

Your hand flew up to your throat, poking at the tender skin. It felt hot under your touch- sore too. It would serve as a reminder of how close you had come to death. Tonight you felt nothing. . . but what about tomorrow? Would you ever be able to sleep again?

“How did you know that I was being attacked?” Your suspicion was beginning to build back up again. There were just too many coincidences.

“You think I had something to do with this?” He sounded agitated. There was no hint of his usual sarcastic lilt in his tone.

You’d never seen Feyd like this before. He actually seemed. . . offended but your gentle accusation.

“You can’t answer my question with yet another question. How did you know I was being attacked?” You might have been in a state of immense shock but you still had some wits about you.

You were locked in a room with a murderer, and the possibility that he had a hand in your assassination attempt was high. Once again you found yourself utterly defenseless. If he tried to attack you now there was no way that you’d be able to defend yourself. Not only that but your throat was wrecked. You could barely talk at the current moment, meaning you couldn’t even depend on the Voice if you needed to. You were as helpless as a child in the wake of Feyd’s power.

“I see you in my dreams sometimes.”

Anyone else would have called him insane, but you were used to Paul’s dreams. They’d been getting even more vivid as he aged. So Feyd had a dream that you were in danger? You found it difficult to believe that he would go out of his way to come to your rescue. Still, here he was.

“Is that why you warned me today at breakfast?” The pieces were finally beginning to fall into place. He’d known something was going to happen since last night.

“Yes,” He tilted his head, seemingly deep in thought. “Something told me to go and see you.”

You didn’t have it in yourself to question him further. You’d have to be satisfied with his answers. What you really wanted was a bath and a fresh change of clothes. One last look at your soiled clothes had your nose wrinkling in disgust. The smell of blood was thick in your nose- so strong that the iron scent almost smelled sweet. You gagged outwardly, putting your hands on your knees as you suddenly dry heaved.

“You realize that he couldn’t be left alive after what he had done, don’t you?”

Of course you did. That didn’t make it any better though. Your fingers stuck together, caked in blood, as you balled them into fists at your sides.

“Bath.” Was all you said, already looking around the room that you assumed was his living quarters for any sign of a tub.

He didn’t make any complaints as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself. Feyd gave you the time to process everything, didn’t knock on the door even once as the minutes ticked by. You stayed in the water until your fingers pruned and rubbed your skin until it was raw. Blood was everywhere. Under your nails, between your toes- it had even soaked through your dress and now caked your lower legs and thighs.

You threw on a thin cotton robe you found neatly folded on a small towel rack, tying it tightly around your waist before you built up the courage to face your fiance again.

“Take me back to my room.” You were eager to fall asleep.

You’d been through too much. The thought of having to be conscious was tiring in itself. If you could close your eyes and sleep for the next ten years then you would.

You missed your home. You missed your parents and Paul. You missed stability and security. Your life felt lost to you now.

“This is your room now.” He was laying on the bed, already in a change of clothes. He seemingly took a bath himself while you had locked yourself away. There was no trace of gore left on him now.

Your mouth went dry, palms pooling with sweat. Surely you were understanding him incorrectly.

“You can’t expect me to sleep in the same room with you. We aren’t married.” There was absolutely no way your parents would approve of something like this.

“I don’t trust anyone besides myself with your safety.”

You didn’t trust anyone. Especially not Feyd.

“Why should I be expected to sleep with you? I don’t feel comfortable-”

“I will kill anyone that lays a finger on you again. Let that pile of bodies act as a warning to anyone else that tries. That’s why you should be expected to stay here with me. Get in the bed.” He seemed tired. Aggitated.

“No.” You held strong. Never in your life had you slept in the same room as a man, let alone someone like Feyd-Rautha. He’d sooner kill you in your sleep then anyone else would.

“Come here.” His tone caused you to jump.

You had to bite your tongue as you approached him, sitting down awkwardly on the bed before you finally succumbed to his wishes. The bed was softer than your own, which you immediately envied. The soft mattress enveloped you, and all at once the tiredness you hadn’t felt until then finally sank in.

You didn’t put up much more of a fight. Your eyes were beginning to close on their own accord. Feyd was watching you, turned on his side so that he could get a better look at you. It was then, for the first time ever, that you fully noted how beautiful he was. Up close like this he was even more striking. Blue eyes, full lips and pale, flawless skin.

One thing that went unnoticed by you was the fact that Feyd didn’t turn the lights off.

Without having to ask. . . he didn’t turn the lights off.

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squirmhoney · 6 months

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SWEET SERIAL KILLER - SPOOK'TOBER FIC

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece! Reader Warning: Dark, Non-Con, Dub con, Incest choking, spanking. Crying 18+ serial killer!Aemond. MDNI A/N: I wrote this as if it was set in America. So reader and Aemond are 18 and in their final year of school just to clarify. I was editing this but it was taking so long and every time i read it, i hated it even more. So I'm really sorry for all the mistakes but I hope you enjoy it.

There was a soft pitter-patter of the rain when you stirred in the night. On the brink of sleep you thought you heard a creak of a door, the possibility of someone just getting in. But in your dazed state, it was the last thing on your mind.

You were fully awoken from a loud tap against your window, too harsh on contact to be the rain. And when it happened again, you were quick to stumble out of your bed to find the source.

Instantly you recognised the dark figure in your garden, already trying to climb the tree to get to your window. His shit eating grin was the first thing to greet you as you reluctantly opened your window for him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Cregan whispered, teasing you.

“You shouldn’t be here,” You hissed, shaking your head at him but moving out of his way just the same. “It’s late.”

“I wanted to see my girlfriend,” Cregan drew closer, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. One that became heated in seconds, especially with his hand holding the back of your neck to pull you in closer.

You pushed against his chest, before your head became dizzy and it became hard to think.

Cregan let out a small groan as his lips left yours but let you slip away anyway.

“It must be like three am, Cregan,” you told him, rubbing your eyes as you sat back down on the bed.

“It’s two-thirty,” he stated, shrugging his shoulders as if it didn’t matter.

“You can’t be here,” your voice was small, knowing what you were really trying to say.

“I’m starting to think that you don’t love me anymore,” Cregan’s voice grew louder and your body grew tense at the thought of him waking your grandparents in the other room.

“It’s not that,” you told him, watching him as he glared out of your window. “I just want to wait and you know that. You told me you would be okay with that.”

“I am okay with that,” He sighed, taking a step towards you. His fingers trailed down your face, lingering longer as they reached your throat. “But sometimes it feels like you don’t even want to kiss me.”

“I like kissing you,” You lifted your chin, gazing into those big round brown eyes of his. “It’s just I’m worried sometimes that you want more and I-” You bit on your lip, eyes closing before you said it, “I can’t give you more.”

When he leaned down, capturing your lips again, you were more than happy to give in. With Cregan things just felt right, even a kiss had your toes curling at times.

But you weren’t ready just yet and you weren’t the girl to be pressured into anything. You didn’t care that you were in senior year and that everyone else had already done it. None of that mattered to you and the more you felt pressured into it, the less you felt the desire to do it.

“I don’t need more,” He reassured you.

But you just didn’t believe him, not when he was creeping into your house in the dark of the night.

Your hands were pushing him away again, this time towards the direction of the window.

“You need to go.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yeah, of course.”

Before he climbed back outside, he gave you another peck, making you unable to hide your smile.

Like always around eight you stood by Aemonnd’s car, waiting for him to stride out of the house so you could both leave. And after at least ten minutes, he stepped out of the front door, looking unusually dishevelled compared to his normal fresh look.

When he finally walked past you, giving you a grunt for a greeting, you could tell something was off. Especially with his messy braid and the heavy bags hanging around his eyes, it wasn’t like him at all. Not in the last year anyway, unless he had been slipping into bad habits.

“You look dreadful, Aemond,” you stated, opening the car door and slipping in beside him.

Aemond didn’t really say anything, instead he started the car as if you hadn’t even spoken.

“Seriously?” You reached your hand out, placing it over his on the wheel. “Don’t just ignore me.”

“I struggled to sleep last night,” He let out in a huff, clearly not wanting to discuss it any further.

“Do you think it’s to do with the end of our senior year?” You asked, hoping to get through to him. “I know you’re still waiting for your acceptance letter from Volantis but there’s no way that you didn’t get in.”

“Just drop it, Y/N,” He snapped, driving away from your house now.

His voice cut through you, his anger seeping into your skin. You hated the way it made you feel, staring back at him with watery eyes, half expecting him to apologise. But he never did.

It wasn’t until you were slamming his door closed, that you could finally feel the heat of his stare. But with you out of reach he could only stutter on his unspoken words before truly realising you it was too late.

Cregan was waiting for you when you stepped out of the car and you were too eager to slip underneath his arm ready for him to drag you away. He liked it when you were like this, a little broken down so he could build you back up again.

“Good morning, babe,” Cregan grinned, squeezing your side a bit more as he walked you both in.

Even though you wanted to inwardly cringe at the pet name, you didn’t, giving him a small smile instead.

“Don’t tell me. Aemond?” He asked, sensing the drop in your mood.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” You brushed it off. “Let’s just get to class.”

Something hadn’t been sitting right as soon as you hit school that morning and your best friend, Cassie, wasn’t there to greet you. But that awful pit at the bottom of your stomach was more noticeable as you stared into Mr Hughes sympathetic gaze when he guided you to the hallway.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could say.

“No,” You let out in a harsh breath, tears already streaming down your cheeks. “No, just no.”

You just knew.

Everything was a blur after that, you weren’t sure if he was still speaking or not but you couldn’t hear him.

You had collapsed onto the floor, sobs shaking through your body and there was nothing you could do to contain yourself. All you kept telling yourself was this wasn’t true, this couldn’t be happening.

Hands were trying to pull you up after a while but you shoved them away, unwilling to move from your spot.

“Babe, it’s me,” You heard Cregan’s voice through your tears. “Let’s take you home.”

“No,” You said in between a sob, fighting him off as he tried to pull you in.

His voice became more urgent after this, angry even as he tried again. “Come on, you don’t want to do this here.”

But you still weren't listening.

Then you felt his grip tighten, becoming painful as he forcibly tried to move you. You could feel his lips get closer to your ears, ready to whisper something but you weren’t trying to hear.

“Get off of her.”

You recognised Aemond’s voice instantly and your chin lifted up to look up at him.

Upon seeing Aemond you felt your boyfriend’s grip loosen on you, allowing you to practically leap into Aemond’s arms in front of you. He held you tight to him as you cried into his chest, a mix of tears and snot ruining his t-shirt as he dragged your limp body off of school grounds.

Aemond didn’t need to do much, his presence was enough for you anyway. After hours of being curled up into his chest in your bed, you managed to calm down to uneven breaths.

There was a warmth about him, especially when his fingers trailed heavily patterns into the bare skin of your back. It’s like you could exist there forever, in his arms.

Your stomach dropped a bit at the thought, even in your saddened state, your mind fought with you not to think like that. It’s how you found yourself turning away from him on the bed, rolling to the other side and mouthing a little “I’m tired.”

In reality you didn’t want him to go, to leave you there alone. But you knew in your state you needed space to breathe, to think, before you allowed yourself to wander to a place unforgivable.

It was five days later that they found Criston’s body, after all that time suspecting him to be the killer. It would be on the news on the days after that they’d be setting a town curfew, afraid there was some serial killer on the loose ready to strike again.

It was two weeks later when you received a message from some other friends, telling you that they were all throwing a party to remember them both. Best to stick in numbers, your boyfriend had called you and said, that way we’d be safer if there was a serial killer about.

You didn’t know you had been convinced to come, but after two weeks of being locked in your room, struggling with doing the bare minimum you thought it was time to get out. It also might have been to do with your other problem, the man that was doing everything and anything to make you feel better. But you tried to drown that situation out with a few drinks of beer, until a few turned into too many.

“Want me to get you another one?” Cregan asked, having you practically sitting on his lap, his hands feeling up the bare skin of your thighs.

When his finger grazed underneath your skirt a bit, you felt your stomach churn at the thought of another drink. One more and you might end up somewhere you had been fighting not to be for months now.

“Or we could...” His eyes shifted and your gaze followed it to the stairs.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” You grimaced, pushing yourself up off of him and almost tripping over in the process.

“You okay, babe?” He called out for you but you were quick to slap his hand away.

“I need to go to the toilet,” you said back, walking as fast as you could to the nearest vacant toilet.

You mumbled apologises on your way there, stumbling over people and trying to keep your balance stable on the wall. When you managed to slip into the toilet, you were quick to try and lock the door behind you.

Unfortunately a foot got jammed in the way and when you were thrown back by a stronger force, your heart stopped for a minute.

“Toilet taken,” you snapped, trying to push whoever was trying to get in back out.

But when a familiar sight of long silver hair caught your eyes, you felt your heart calm down just a tad.

“I thought you were my boyfriend,” You told him, hand placed against your chest.

“Hiding from him?” Aemond questioned, locking the door behind him. “I don’t think that’s normal, Y/N.”

“What would you know about it?” You asked him, slurring your words slightly.

Aemond shrugged his shoulders, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as his eyes began to watch you. “I don’t think any girl should feel like they should run away from their boyfriend.”

He was right, he always was.

You couldn’t deny how good he looked tonight, hair tied up behind his ears in a bun and he was wearing that t-shirt you had bought him for his last birthday. The one that was tight around his figure, lifting up at the edges if he made any move.

“You're staring,” Aemond stated, tilting his head to the side.

“You don’t ever stare?” You squinted your eyes at him, taking a few slow steps until you were stood between his legs. “Ever?”

He chuckled at this, chin lifting up to look at you. “You know I stare.”

You were sharing a smile, one that had your head spinning in circles with the amount of liquor in your system.

“Y/N.” It was a warning, one you were so eager to ignore.

“Don’t.” You shook your head, feeling hurt at him trying to push you away. “I know what I want.”

Your foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling as one. You weren’t sure who closed the distance, that didn’t matter when his lips wrapped around yours and he was using his hand on the back of your neck to pull you in. All you could think about was the slip of his tongue against yours, the way his other hand held onto your inner thigh to keep you balanced.

Everything just felt right, until a blood curdling scream from the other room made it seem like it didn’t.

You stumbled back, breathless as you walked over to the door.

Aemond was quick to push you behind him, opening the door a tad before looking around the hall.

No one else seemed to be affected by the scream and when another one came, you realised it was only a horror movie being played on the TV screen.

“Seriously,” you heard your boyfriend’s voice from beside you.

He looked pissed, nose flaring as he took the sight of both of you in.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere but of course you go crying to him,” Cregan practically shouted, clenching his fist as he took a step closer to Aemond. “I don’t get it. Seeing as he upsets you half the time but you still look to him for comfort.”

“Cregan, please,” you pleaded with him, not wanting to have an argument in front of so many people.

But Cregan wasn’t the only one ready for an argument, Aemond grinding his teeth against each other as he stood in front of you.

“Well seeing as you’ve spent most of the night trying to get her drunk so you can get in her pants, rather than being there for her, yeah I think she’d rather come to me for comfort,” Aemond spat in his face.

“Like you wouldn’t do the same,” Cregan grinned, chest to chest with your uncle.

“She’s my fucking niece,” Aemond shoved him back.

When Cregan looked like he was about to fight back, you stepped in front of Aemond, stopping it from going any further.

“Let’s go,” you told Aemond, tugging at his hand to take you away from here.

“I know that,” Cregan piped up again, “But I think you forget that.”

You didn’t remember reaching home that night, probably because along the way you had fallen asleep in Aemond’s car. It was only hours later did you wake up, unsure what exactly woke you apart from the bitter taste and the dryness that was left in your mouth.

You found yourself stumbling to the bathroom, less inebriated than you were a few hours earlier but still slightly intoxicated.

All you wanted was a fresh glass of water, and maybe a damp cloth to wash your face. But before you even realised that the bathroom was occupied, you were stepping into the bathroom, only noticing the clouds of steam covering your sight.

“Hello?” Aemond called out, poking his head around the shower walls.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise you were in here,” you told him, becoming bashful under his stare. “I just came to get some water. I-” You rubbed at your temples, trying to focus on what you were trying to stay.

“You startled me, that’s all,” Aemond said, stepping back into the shower.

“Struggling to sleep again?” You asked, taking a step closer towards him.

“Something like that.”

Every fibre in your body was pushing you forward, maybe it was the alcohol still in your system or maybe this was just what you truly wanted. All that you knew was you weren’t going to let this moment slip away.

You were peeling off your clothes before you could think, throwing them to the side before stepping in. Through the steam you could make out his defined back, muscles tensing at his shoulders as he hunched over against the shower wall.

“Aemond,” you whispered, hand pressing against his bare shoulder letting him know you were there.

He turned away, eye widening at the sight of you before him.

You were scared in that moment, fearful of his rejection as you let the water run over you.

But Aemond was quick to pull you in, switching your places as he pressed you against the wall. Within moments his mouth was against yours again, full of need as he drank you in. You were so willing to give him everything back, opening your mouth eagerly for his tongue and moaning into his mouth like some pathetic whore.

You whined when Aemond pulled away, lips moving over the naked skin of your neck as it started to nibble and suck on the skin there. He was making a hungry path, all the way down to your chest until he was feasting on your breasts.

“Aemond, I’ve never-” You were trying to tell him, only to get choked on the words when his thigh pushed against your mound.

“I know,” he said with your nipple still in his mouth, flicking his tongue against your sensitive bud. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

That’s all you needed to hear, finding yourself already a mess as you began to hump his leg. You could feel his grin against your breasts and you couldn’t help but watch him with parted lips as you tried to fuck yourself against his thigh.

“So needy for me,” Aemond chuckled, groping at your ass as he lifted himself up from your chest. He leaned away when you tried to take a kiss, shaking his head as he kept his distance. “I want to watch your face when I do this.”

“Do what?” You asked, hands clasping around his neck.

All he did was smile at you, his hands doing all the talking as they trailed between your thighs. “This.” You felt his hand cup your cunt, making you sharply inhale at the touch.

But instead of pushing him away like you had so many times with your own boyfriend, you begged him to continue. “Please.”

“Anything for my beautiful niece,” he whispered against your lips, slipping a finger into your wet cunt.

At first it was painful and you winced at the touch but Aemond was gentle, taking his time to stretch your walls out for him. It was soon after one finger turned into two and his palm was making good work of rubbing against your clit. You couldn’t help but moan for him, fluttering your eyes at the feel of him massaging your walls.

“Fuck,” He breathed, thrusting a bit faster into you. “You’re so pretty when you moan like that.”

“Really?” You asked him, needing simple reassurance.

“Yeah,” Aemond answered with no hesitation, eyes watching your every expression. “So fucking pretty.”

Your hand reached out towards him, sliding down his torso until you reached just above where you wanted to be.

“You don’t have to.” Aemond was quick to say, stopping you with his free hand.

“I want to though,” You told him, biting on your bottom lip. “Help me make you feel good.”

Instead of pushing you away Aemond guided your hand towards him, wrapping it around his hard cock till you had a firm enough grasp that he liked. You didn’t need instruction from there, slowly stroking him up and down.

Aemond grinded his teeth down, using his free hand to hold himself up against the wall beside you. When you used your other hand, his breathing became erratic joining yours as your fingers ran along over his tip.

“I don’t think I’ll last long with you touching me,” He told you, groaning when you started to pick up the pace.

“Good.”

You felt a surge of confidence run through you at this, only to be taken away when Aemond curled his fingers inside of you. He couldn’t be letting you have all the power, and his smile only grew wider as his thrusts became harder, watching you crumble at the way he was making you feel.

Your stomach was fluttering at this, eyes rolling back as you both tried to push each other to climax.

It was you that was first to cum, unable to stop yourself with the way Aemond was ripping moans out of your throat. Your walls spasmed around him as you did, legs trembling as if they were about to collapse from underneath you.

That must have been enough for Aemond, feeling him spill around your hand as he gasped into your mouth.

You were both spent after that, unable to part from each other as you let the hot water run along your naked skin. It wasn’t till Aemond was turning off the water that you parted, only for a second for Aemond to find a towel for you both.

You spent the night together, limbs wrapped around each other as you laid out in his bed. Too tired to speak of what had just happened, finding it too easy to sink into each other’s embrace and pretend this wasn’t really as bad as it was.

Cregan’s death didn’t hit you as hard as it probably should have, what really did was finding out that he was the real murderer after all. It should have brought you peace to know that Cassandra’s murderer had been found. But the gruesome circumstances that it had all came to light, was what you couldn’t get your head around.

Just to think if you stayed at that party an hour longer, one of those deaths could have been you.

Six people died that night, people you hadn’t been particularly close to but you had known since you were five. They had all been Cregan’s closest friends and each one of them had suffered in some gruesome way at the mercy of his hands.

When the police found Cregan, he was still taking out his last victim. They had shot him where he was, hunched over Sandra Clark’s body, unfortunately through the injuries suffered, it was too late for her. The police and the community had just been glad that the killer had been caught, allowing the neighbourhood to finally be at peace with this whole situation.

It was Aemond that told you. You practically begged him to tell you everything, even when it made him uncomfortable to see your distraught face or pained to hold you to his chest as you broke down for what felt like the hundredth time. But you needed to make peace with it, to finally be able to let it all go.

After that you and Aemond were inseparable, barely spending any time away from each other. The last month of senior year was hard but Aemond was your guiding light all the way through it and all there was left was a few more months of summer till you both left to go to Volantis together.

A few more months, you had repeated to yourself as you stared at your empty gaze in the mirror.

“You’ll be okay,” Aemond reassured you, gently squeezing your shoulder from behind you.

“Yeah,” You nodded in agreement, turning to face him. “I just wish you could be there.”

“I know,” Aemond whispered, brushing your noses together before giving you a small peck.

“But it will probably be good for me to see Cassie’s parents just by myself,” you said, nibbling on the inside of your cheek.

Aemond pinched your chin, keeping your gaze locked with his. “And I’ll be there to pick you up.”

“Thank you,” you mouthed before pressing your lips against his again.

Cassie’s parents were doing better than you had imagined.

Her mother had pulled you to the tightest hug as soon as she saw you, not even noticing the flowers you held in your hand, just happy to see you standing there.

Her father had also pulled you into an embrace, telling you how happy they both were to see you.

You stood with them through the whole ceremony, letting her mother clutch onto your hand as she held in any sobs. It was silent streams of tears that flowed over her cheeks, ones that matched yours.

It was only at the end when you really spoke about the tragedy, alone with her mother and a drink in both of your hands.

She didn’t seem distraught as before, instead she spoke through a clenched jaw and gritted teeth.

“They won’t tell us what happened that night,” Cassie’s mother told you, blinking away her tears. “I mean I know that he killed all those poor souls but they won’t go into much more detail than that.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

“They’re still trying to keep some of the details hidden. I think the parents have been told but apart from that.” She shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of her glass of wine.

You didn’t seem to understand, seeing as Aemond had already told you what happened.

“I guess they tell one person and then everyone knows,” She seemed to chuckle at this but not in a pleasant way. “Just how small towns work I suppose.”

You were taken aback by a loud beep, looking behind you to find Aemond already parked up to pick you up like he promised. But you weren’t as happy to see him there, a tense feeling sitting at the bottom of your stomach at the sight of him.

When you stepped into the car, you flinched away from Aemond’s touch, blaming it on you being out of it the whole day. But nothing really changed when you reached the house even as you hoped that gut feeling would go away.

It didn’t.

And that’s when you found yourself looking through his things, sliding through drawers and his washing baskets just to find something that would help settle your racing mind. You almost gave up in the end, not finding anything until something slipped out of one of his trouser pockets, falling out into your hand.

It was a silver chain, with your initials engraved into a heart onto it and you instantly recognised it. The sight of it made your stomach churn and your legs began to move before your mind could truly grasp what you were doing.

He heard you before he saw you, still cooking away at the stove not needing to turn around. “My mum and dad are out for the night, going to visit Helaena.”

When you didn’t creep up behind him, to wrap your arms around him like you usually would, he turned to look at you. At first he didn’t notice the chain in your hand, too focused on your glassy eyes as you stared at him.

“What’s wrong?” He turns the hobs off, pushing the pan to the side so he can move over to you.

You flinched away when he tried to reach for you, a single tear sliding down your cheek as you said, “Tell me the truth.”

He shook his head, eyebrows furrowing at confusion until you lifted your hand holding out the chain in front of him.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” You begged him, tears lodged in your throat making it for you to even breathe. “Tell me that this isn’t what I think it is.”

Aemond’s eyes narrow at you and his silence tells you everything you need to know.

“Why?” You sobbed, backing away as he tried to reach out for you again.

“It’s not what you think,” He promised you, raising his hands up in front of you.

“The police haven’t gone into detail with anyone about what happened that night.” You were piecing everything together, the puzzle finally making sense in your head. “But you knew every detail. That’s not possible unless-” You didn’t want to say it. “Unless you were there.”

“Listen to me,” Aemond demanded, stalking you through the hallway.

“That night I found you in the shower.” You were barely able to look at him, trying to blink through the tears that flooded your eyes. Your stomach was churning at the next realisation that came from your lips. “You drove back there after dropping me here. Then you got back here and you were showering because-”

You dropped the chain that was in your hand, head swarming with thoughts. You could barely see him through your thick tears, unable to see how close he was getting to you.

“You killed them, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Something screamed at you then, your mind finally catching up with you from that single statement. And you found yourself darting towards the stairs, throwing yourself up them to get away from him.

“Really?” Aemond seemed unimpressed by this, not even bothering to chase after you. Instead he took long slow steps, loud so you could hear him making his way towards you.

But you thought you were safe when you got to your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

You stared at the door knob, watching it twist and turn but not open. You were fine, you tried to tell yourself, there wasn’t anyway that he could get in.

But then the click of the clock sounded and you felt yourself sob harder as Aemond broke in.

“Angel, you didn’t really think you could shut me out that easily.”

You were uncomfortable, hands tied behind your back as Aemond folded you into position. He had already stripped you of all clothes, ripping them to shreds with his bare hands.

“I did it for you,” Aemond admitted, peppering kisses all over your back. “All of it was for you.”

You sobbed harder at his confession, wishing you could drown it out completely.

His hand was groping at your backside, taking a handful of your ass cheek before slipping between the crease. You hated how gentle he was being, taking his time with you as if he was savouring every single moment.

Why couldn’t he be like all the other men you heard about? Just taking what they wanted and being done with you.

“Everything I’ve done in this life has been for you.”

“Stop,” You screamed, feeling his fingers trail between your folds. “Please, Aemond.” It was a pathetic attempt, you had a better job when you dug your nails into the skin of his face, but even that had failed in the end.

He ignored the pleas from your lips, taking his time to sink his finger into your slightly damp walls. “You need to relax.”

As he forced another finger in, you tensed more, hoping that your tight walls would push him out. If that was even possible.

It was only a matter of time that your walls would accept him and Aemond had all the time in the world.

“Aemond, please just stop.” You were desperate, struggling to get your words out between harsh breaths. “It hurts.”

That’s when you felt it, a sharp sting as his hand connected with your ass. He didn’t stop there, bringing it down against both cheeks until you were too busy biting down squeals to speak.

“I’m done explaining myself to you,” Aemond growled, smoothing a hand over your cheeks. “Just be grateful for what I’ve done for you.”

His fingers plunged themselves deeper, moving around to make space that wasn’t there until he was able to fit a third finger inside with ease. With each thrust you felt your toes curling harder as you fought off the intense feeling that was surging through your stomach.

“There we go,” Aemond whispered, slipping his fingers from your hole.

While you wished this was over, you knew it wasn’t. In a second you were flipped over, back being pressed into the mattress as Aemond hovered over you. It hurt to even look at him and so you closed your eyes, hoping he would disappear.

“Please stop crying,” Aemond was the one begging now, kissing your wet cheeks as he pushed your damp strands of hair out of your face. “Please I don’t want you to cry anymore.”

“You’re the one making me cry,” you told him, finally opening your eyes to look up at him. “You’re the one that’s doing this to me.”

“I love you,” Aemond told you and you knew it was true.

And in some sick way, you loved him too.

“Please don’t do this,” it was the last time you would beg for him to stop that night. “Please.”

“I’m sorry.”

You weren’t if he meant it, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before wrapping your legs around his waist.

As much as you wanted to cry harder, you couldn’t. There were no more tears left for you to cry.

“Why?” You asked him, as he grinded his hips down into yours.

You didn’t know why you were asking now, with his penis pressing up against you. But this was already a truly awful moment and if there was any way you could make it horrible for him, you would.

“Why did you do it?”

“Do you really want to know?” He questioned, jaw ticking at the thought of it.

“Yes,” You spat.

His hand grabbed your chin, fingers digging into your cheeks. “This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t think you could hurt me anymore,” you told him through squeezed cheeks.

“Cregan was simple, he touched something that just didn’t belong to him. I was always going to go for him first but he was so thick that I just knew it would be easier to pin it all on him,” He told you, pressing his tip against your folds. He let go of your chin, using that hand to slide his cock across your cunt, making your breath hitch each time he flicked over your bundle of nerves. “The rest of them that were there that night. Well they just made it more believable, they were just means to an end for me.”

You knew what was coming and you couldn’t even bear to look at him as he spoke her name.

He leaned down now, lips pressed against your ear as he said, “Cassie was the one that I originally hated. Always steering you away from me, telling you to go to a different college or hang out with different people.”

He forced himself into your walls, groaning at how tight you were around him while you were biting on your tongue as you winced, wishing this would already be over now.

“We both wanted you to ourselves. But I had you first and I wasn’t just going to let her win. She was a bad friend anyway, she was the one that got you to start dating that bastard. The one that was pressuring you to do things you weren’t truly comfortable with. You needed a way out and I found you one.”

“I hate you,” You screamed, pushing your hips back trying to escape. “I hate you.”

“You and I both know that’s not true,” Aemond told you, hands grabbing you hips as he pulled you both up.

He sat up, having you on his lap as he held you up like a his own personal fuck doll. There was nowhere to look as held onto you, keeping you in place as he thrusted himself upwards, holding you tightly to his chest. He was grinning at you and you knew it was all to do with the intimacy of the position knowing you had nowhere else to look if it wasn’t at him. Your head rested against his for basic stability and you swallowed the bile in your throat as he kissed your lips again.

“We will get back to how things were,” He promised, between strangled grunts, setting a brutal unforgivable pace. “It may take us a while but we will get there.”

You wanted to tell him no, that it wasn’t true. But with how deep he was pushing himself inside you, had you too busy biting down moans that were threatening to spill from your mouth.

But after a while you couldn’t hold them back, letting the lewd noises be torn from the back of your throat as your walls clenched around them. You tried to move away as his lips pecked the corner of your mouth, but Aemond wasn’t going to let you go that easy. He twisted his hand in your hair, the sharp pain yanking your head into position to look at him so he could wrap his lips around yours again.

“I hate-” you mumbled into his lips, only to be cut off when he delivered a nasty thrust, slamming up into your walls.

“You love me,” He panted into your mouth.

You tried to hum a no but he was kissing you again, not allowing you to speak against him. He pushed you back onto the bed, keeping you both chest to chest as he used one hand to hold onto your throat.

“Tell me you love me,” he demanded between a lodged sob. “Say it.”

When he squeezed your throat, you felt fear for the first time. It had all been sadness at the reality of what he had done and who he was. But never had you believed Aemond would be willing to physically hurt you, not just rape you, but to be violent with you just to get what he wanted. Even through the sex, he had tried to be gentle, to make this as painless for you as possible.

But with his hand wrapped around your throat, tightening it until you couldn’t breathe, you realised this man was capable of so much more. And he was going to prove that to you.

“I-” you tried to speak, eyes widening to plead with him as you wheezed for breath.

Then you felt it, your thighs clamping around him as your cunt gushed around his cock. As much as you hadn’t wanted to cum, it became a relief when it finally hit you, feeling his hand loosening around your throat.

The next thing you knew was you were gasping for breath, while Aemond was cumming inside of you. His pace became sloppy as he came into your walls, letting out the most feral moan as he collapsed beside you.

Aemond finally moved after a few minutes, lifting his head to look at you properly. His mouth fell open as his fingers slid against your neck and he was quick to apologise as he realised what he did.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to,” He hissed, pulling you towards his chest as he held you. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

He was trying to make you feel better, holding you like he had done many times before over the last few months. But this time it didn’t feel like you were the one that was being comforted but instead it was him.

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Love Bugs (Pt. 05)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): psychopathic behaviors, kidnapping, captive situation, verbal and physical threats, threatening use of knife, curse words

Word Count: 2300-ish

Tag(s): @camilaheroine @crazyunsexycool @whateverrrrrrrrs @wifeyofeveryone @louderfortheback @marvelousgoldroses

Author's Note: HI I'M SORRY FOR THE DELAY, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A CRAZY-FUCK-LOAD DAY I JUST HAD 😭 in summary: my sister had a breakdown, I almost succumbed to the hellhole of road rage, and someone in my life is possibly trying to get a divorce :) so yeah :) it was fcking crazy :)))) buuUUTT I managed to quickly revise and edit this (heavy emphasis on quickly in case there's any mistake found). as usual, you know the drill: LIKE+REBLOG+COMMENT pls pretty pls and thank you 🌹

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

For a whole minute, the silence that conquered the entire bullpen would make a pin drop sound like an exploded grenade.

Everyone was scared to even breathe, let alone to say anything, to make any kinds of noise that would solidify the reality they were facing.

Not a single pair of eyes could jerk their gaze away from the screen as they watched the UnSub closing in on you. Pulling out a dagger and pressing it against your jaw before tilting your head just right so that you would look straight into the camera.

Derek flinched.

"Garcia," Hotch's voice was the first rip into the silence. When the tech analyst failed to answer his call, he tried again, "Garcia."

"Yes?" Penelope's eyes were watery. Her voice was wavering as she answered, "I-I'm sorry. Yes, sir?"

"I want you to start tracking down his location."

"I-I tried to do that, sir. Earlier. I couldn't... the signal, they kept being bounced around and I don't--

"Garcia." Hotch's voice was colder this time. "Try again."

Penelope immediately sprung into action, reaching for her laptop where the projector was connected.

"I'm sending units to her place," Hotch informed before making a quick call. As he waited for the line to connect, he turned to the others in the room. "Emily, (Y/L/N) said she was going to a hospital yesterday, try finding out which one she went to. Reid, JJ, start tracking her past movements, I want to know about every person she's had any contact with recently."

"How far back do you want us to go?" JJ asked.

"The day of the press conference," Hotch answered. "This must be why he's been lying low for a while. He's got his eyes on her since that day. If we can find out where she's been, we can find him."

Hotch pocketed his phone back after sending units to your home. The other three agents had all scurried away to fulfill Hotch's requests.

Derek, however, hadn't even moved an inch.

"Derek?" Hotch called out. When Derek didn't make a single gesture of acknowledgment, Hotch began to approach him. "Derek, do you--"

Hotch didn't manage to reach Derek's side before he was interrupted by the sound of the telephone ringing.

Penelope's eyes were frantic as they darted to the remaining people in the room. "I-Is that--"

"Garcia, get ready to trace the call," Hotch demanded. He moved swiftly to where the phone was located, glancing at Rossi who gave him a single nod of encouragement.

Taking a deep breath, Hotch put the phone on speaker. "FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit."

"Agent Aaron Hotchner?"

"This is he." Hotch waited for the other person to answer, but it never came. "Can I ask to whom am I speaking?"

"You know who I am, Agent."

"Do I?"

"Well, we have a very important mutual person in our lives. I know you. So you must also know who I am."

Hotch's eyes flickered towards Rossi, exchanging a conversation in the silent language which only those two could seem to understand.

"Are you talking about (Y/L/N)?"

"You know I do," the person answered. "You're watching right now, aren't you?"

"Yes, we are," Hotch confirmed. "We need to know if she's safe."

"Of course she's safe. I would never hurt her."

"Yes, I'm sure you wouldn't. But we still need confirmation, alright? It's just how this works," Hotch explained. "Please, can you pass the phone to Agent (Y/L/N)?"

A beat of silence passed. Hotch glanced back at the projector to make sure that the UnSub hadn't done anything untoward. Finally, after what felt like hours, he pressed the phone to your ear.

"Tell them you're okay, Darling," he commanded.

"H-Hotch?"

Derek stood straighter at the sound of your voice.

"(Y/L/N)." Your name almost sounded like a breath of relief out of Hotch's mouth. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Hotch."

Before you nor Hotch could say more, the UnSub tore the phone away and brought it back to himself.

"See? I told you she's fine."

Everyone's eyes were directed back to the screen, seeing your assailant unglue the dagger from your neck and walk straight towards the camera. Even in the darkness, his eyes were provoking. Arrogant. He never broke eye contact as he spoke his next words to the phone in his hand.

"I should thank you, Agent Hotchner."

"Thank me?"

"For giving me the opportunity to know such a beautiful creature in the first place."

The UnSub walked away from the camera, refocusing his attention back towards you. Your determined eyes never so much as faltered, even when he brought the tip of his blade on your skin, dragging it across your collarbones, neck, and back. Forceful enough for you to know not to cause any scene if you didn't want the blade to be plunged into your flesh, but sickeningly gentle as to prevent it from drawing blood.

"I know it was your idea to set up that press conference with Agent (Y/L/N) for me, Agent Hotchner. Wasn't it?"

Hotch gritted his teeth at the UnSub's taunt.

"So, really, I owe it all to you. If only you hadn't made that call--" the UnSub paused, touching your shoulder and leaning down until his lips brushed your temple, "--we would've never had the chance to be together like this."

Then, to everyone's horror, the UnSub's hand trailed away from your shoulder, down and down until it rested upon your belly.

"The theee of us," he sneered.

In that moment, Derek's entire world shifted under his feet.

Every cell in Derek's body went erratic once the true implications of the UnSub's words registered in his brain. His heart plunged into a void before restarting instantly into a sequence of thunders. Inch by inch, his body and soul were consumed by a fog filled with the worst snippet of dread and the darkest terror he had ever encountered in life.

"What is he talking about?" Derek questioned as soon as he had found his voice again. "Hotch?"

But the older man remained stoic in his place by the phone. On the other line, a booming laughter sounded.

"Oh? Did no one know about this?" the UnSub cooed. "Have you not told anyone about the good news yet, Darling?"

The clear panic in your face, along with the whimper that slipped past your lips, was the scissor to Derek's final resolve.

In big strides, he marched over to the phone, voice raw and splintered as he cried, "You sick son of a bitch."

The room stood still at the magnitude of fury laced within Derek's words.

Your voice was muffled when it came through the phone, but Derek heard every fiber of emotions in it all the same.

"Derek..."

"Derek?" Your captor tilted his head. "Ah. Agent Morgan?"

"You're a dead meat, do you hear me?"

"Morgan," Hotch warned sternly.

"So much rage," The UnSub suddenly mused. "I told you, Agent Morgan. There's no reason to worry here. I'm going to take care of them. They're in very good hands."

"Fucking bastard! You get your filthy hands off her," Derek fumed. "Get your fucking hands off my child."

Derek's admission was a butcher knife in the thick silence.

"My child?" the UnSub's voice broke through from the other end of the line. "Darling, what is he talking about?"

Your captor's question managed to lift some of the fog from Derek's head. Before he could begin to form any more words, Hotch pushed him to the side before pressing the mute button to block the noises inside the bullpen from filtering into the telephone line.

"Rossi, can you take over for a second?" Hotch asked before turning towards Derek, "Morgan, my office. Now."

Every one of Derek's movement was robotic as he followed Hotch away from the bullpen. As soon as the door to the office closed behind them, Hotch wasted no breath before stating his order, "I need you off the case, Morgan."

"Absolutely not."

"Morgan--"

"Hotch," Derek cut him off, eyes blazing with a ferosity matching that of a thunderstorm. "I'm not going to stand around and do nothing while she... while he still has her."

"The team and I will never let anything happen to her. To both of them," Hotch promised. "You need to trust us."

"I trusted you, too, last time, Hotch. Look where that got us."

He knew it wasn't fair. Derek realized it as soon as the last syllable had passed his lips. But Derek wasn't himself right at that moment, and Hotch understood it all too well.

Closing his eyes, Derek leaned back against the desk in Hotch's office. Exhaustion was the fruit of fright as it diverged in his bones. It raced along his bloodstream, reaching the deepest points of his entire being until there was no corner left for hope to fill.

"Would you have done it?" Derek asked eventually. "If any of us had told you to stand down when Foyet was holding Haley and Jack--if I told you to trust us--would you?"

"No," Hotch replied truthfully. "But this is different."

"How the fuck is this different?!"

"It's different because your personal feelings almost cost us (Y/N)'s life."

There was nothing Derek could say to counter Hotch's accusation.

Flashing scenes of the earlier phone conversation sped through Derek's mind. For a second there, right after the UnSub unknowingly declared your condition, Derek almost thought that he was on the brink of losing his complete sanity. All Derek remembered was red in his vision as he stalked towards the phone, shouting the first threats he could think of towards the UnSub, all the while failing to deduct how his rash behaviors could affect you later on.

The breath that Derek let out quivered in the air as he tried to stop thinking about what the UnSub might have planned to do to you in the wake of his action.

"She's pregnant, Hotch," Derek cried quietly. "He has them both. She's carrying my child and I... I didn't even know."

Derek didn't even realize he was crying until the burning ache inside his chest started to expand. The room around him was spinning. The only memory echoing in Derek's head was of the very last night the two of you had ever spent together--the night where he screwed up--and how you had kicked him straight to the curb because of his own idiocy.

"I fucked up, Hotch," Derek managed to croak out between his wretched sobs. "The last thing I said to her... God, what if I never get the chance to make it right again? What if the last memory I have of her is of the night I broke her fucking heart?"

Hotch didn't think he had ever seen Derek in such a state before. Gone was the capable and confident man that Hotch had the pleasure of knowing for the last few years. In his place was a broken shell of a man who looked like Derek, talked like Derek, but void of any semblance of life and spirit that Hotch always associated with the man.

The life and spirit that were gone in the absence of you in Derek's arms.

"Morgan, everything's going to be fine," Hotch tried again. "JJ and Reid are scouring everything to figure out her movements over the last couple of weeks. I've assigned Emily to find the hospital (Y/N) went to yesterday. We'll figure out who took her. End this for good."

Derek's gaze never strayed away off the ground. Hotch took a long breath before adding, "Morgan, we will find her--"

"How did you know she went to the hospital?"

The question came as a shock to either of them. Derek's eyes were more curious than incriminating, but the accusation behind them seemed to inflate with every second that passed by in Hotch's silence.

"You didn't seem surprised when the UnSub told us about her condition. Why?"

"Morgan--"

People liked to say that anger was the ultimate fuel for human beings.

And for Derek Morgan, anger was exactly the propulsion he needed to throw himself right off the edge, where the line between flaming vengeance and common sense had blurred together into one another.

It was the propulsion that, somehow, rationalized his instinct to surge forward and slammed Hotch back against the hard surface of the office wall.

The harsh impact knocked the air entirely out of Hotch's lungs, but the choked sound was stifled in Derek's ears by his own roaring wrath. Hotch almost didn't recognize the man beneath all of that hostility. The only thing left of Derek Morgan, in that moment, was his name.

"You knew?"

Each syllable not welded with rage in Derek's question was fused with betrayal instead.

"Morgan--"

"Answer me, goddammit!"

Hotch's resolve remained steadfast as he answered, "Yes."

That one simple word managed to drain every last bit of energy from Derek's body. He fell back a step, then twice, before the choking hold he had of Hotch was finally released.

"How long?"

"I only found out yesterday."

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose.

"She told you, but not me." He chuckled dryly. "Why the hell didn't you tell me, Hotch?!"

"I didn't know you were the father," Hotch said. "She never told me it was you."

Before his legs could give out, Derek sank on the chair in front of Hotch's desk. A million different thoughts were going haywire in the neurons of his brain. He wanted to scream. To flip the earth upside down and find the location where you were being held hostage. He just wanted the universe to stop messing with him and started giving him answers.

And then, five seconds later, the door to the office swung open.

Emily stood in the doorway, unassuming of the palpable tension lingering in the air. When she finally uttered her next words, Derek thought he could finally start to breathe again.

"We may have something," Emily announced to the room. "We think we know where (Y/N) is."

Derek flew out of the chair before anyone had the chance to say anything else.

He was coming to get you.

And this time, Derek had no intention of letting you go.

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razcina · 1 month

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i’ll be there // Ch. 1

sam carpenter x fem!reader - masterlist

Samantha Carpenter struggles with her new life in NYC, not having much of a purpose other than to be the protector of her friends and family, and to attend therapy for feeling like an absolute psychopath and having the whole word view her as such. With all of her vices, will Sam be able to open her heart and let someone in?

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!! not proof-read, will edit. english isnt my first language haha

Sam had hoped moving to New York in an attempt to escape the trauma Woodsburo had brought, and so Tara and her friends could pursue their education would have lessened the constant paranoia and hateful looks she received, but if anything it only worsened.

News of the Woodsburo murders, and of Samantha Carpenter’s relations to the infamous Billy Loomis had spread all throughout the country, including stories of how the proclaimed “final girl” was the reason for the murders in the first place, and how she must carry the evil spirit of her father. Despite the constant speculation and sick rumors, Sam didn’t let any of it affect her.. atleast not publicly.

Afterall, the older Carpenter was preoccupied with keeping her younger sister, Tara safe, Something Tara personally hated. She understood Sams intentions, especially given the horrors they went through together back home, but all she wanted was freedom from all of this mess, and stubborn as ever, Tara would pull away from her sisters grasps whenever she could.

This once again led to Sam standing against the wall of some fraternity party swigging a bottle. Her eyes scanning the crowds of drunk college kids making sure Tara, aswell as her friends, Mindy, Chad, and Anika, weren’t making any stupid decisions. She’s incredibly focused, and any normal person would see her scowl and defensive stance and make the smart decision to back away. It’s what Sam expects, not opposed in the slightest as shes never been much of a social person. Thus, when she catches glimpse of a figure slip around her out of the corner of her eye, she startles, nearly dropping her drink.

Sam stands tall at around 5’9, so she barely notices when a shorter figure appears right beside her, looking up at her with a piercing gaze.

She looks down at the petite woman next to her. Normally, she wouldnt pay this person any mind, especially one this short and unthreatening looking, But she still stares, wondering how she even got there. she crosses her arms over her chest and takes a drink from her own bottle

“Watch where youre going”

Sam mutters, looking back up

The woman’s eyes narrow, but she masks a sly playful expression, contrasting sams gruff scowl.

“Why assume i didnt mean to come over here?”

Sam assumes this is just another person who had seen her on the news, eyeing her up and down, trying not to roll her eyes. This girl couldnt be the killer, but considering her size she seems too small to do any real damage. Sam grumbles.

“Why are you lookin at me?”

The other girl shrugs, leaning against the wall next to Sam and sipping on her own drink.

“Didn’t know it was illegal to stare at people scowling in a corner at a frat party”

Sam rolls her eyes

“Its not, i just don’t understand what you want from me”

The other girl shrugs again, speaking in a nonchalant tone

“To get to know you, you seem interesting”

Frowning little and tilting her head, Sams curiosity is getting the better of her, but not to the point shes gonna go and trust this girl and spill her darkest secrets. Shes always on edge, so even a slight tone change makes her suspicious. so she tries to keep her rough tone, but its not working.

“What about me?”

“i dont know.. why dont you tell me?”

The woman whispers, leaning against the wall next to sam, who is desperately trying to keep watching her friends and tara, but failing and getting distracted.

Sam eyes the short girl and swishes the alcohol in her bottle, suspicion spiking now and though she is trying not to, she is failing at trying to continue her grumpy attitude. Shes got her hand wrapped around the pepper spray on her keychain, just incase this girl tries anything, but she just stares, wondering why she even cares.

“I dont know? im.. just me”

The woman smiles shyly, shrugging

“thats oka-“

Before she finishes her sentence, some drunk guys rush past, pushing sam and her possible new friend aside roughly, Sam nearly drops her drink, and y/n is pushed right against sam. The taller woman groans in annoyance at the sudden impact, when she gets herself back together, she realizes the other stands fitting right under sams arm against her, seeming startled.

Sam hisses and looks down, noticing the woman stands right underneath her arm. if anything, shes startled as well. She cant help it though and her arms and hands instinctively wrap around y/n’s waist as she keeps her in place as well as protecting her from the crowd. Shes never protected someone before, other than her younger sister, but it was her instinct to grab this stranger by her waist. Sam doesnt know how she let this happen, but now this girl is pressed right up against her, and shes surprised that she didnt push her away yet. Normally she wouldnt be okay with someone touching her and would distance herself, but even though she seems annoyed and disgruntled, she doesnt move away. Instead Sam just keeps her arm around this girl, the pepper spray key chain hanging down as her hand rests on the shorter womans back. Shes a lot closer to her than she had anticipated.

The girls eyes widen slightly and she lets out a soft “oh-“ when sam grabs her to keep her standing. y/n sees the pepperspray out of the corner of her eye but seems not to react, instead getting distracted by sams toned biceps and overall upper body, a faint blush creeping onto her face. Sam is immediately confused with herself and gets the instinct to back away. sam didnt come here to make friends, shes here to watch and protect Tara and her existing friends.

She seems to snap out of her instincts and realized she held the girl a bit longer than she should have. She tries not to stare too hard at the smaller woman, though her curiosity and intrigue continues to grow. she doesnt push the girl away and looks away as she puts one hand on her drink and looks off to the side, clearing her throat

“you alright?”

Sam asks with a gentle voice she didnt expect to come out of her. shes usually loud, and rude, shes surprised by the softness to her tone.

“y-yeah..”

y/n mumbles, still blushing as she watches sams hand slowly leave her waist.

“thank you..”

Sam raises an eyebrow at y/n. She didnt know if she was actually okay, but shes not gonna ask again, Keeping one hand on her drink as she crosses her arms over her chest again. Shes still watching y/n, though in the corner of her eye, as shes back to keeping a close watch on her Tara, among other friends she’s looking out for.

“hm. youre welcome.”

“whats your name?”

y/n blurts out suddenly, unsure of a better time to ask

Sam looks back at the girl and narrows her eyes into slight suspicion again. She never really liked giving out her info, especially during this era. But.. for some reason she caves, shrugging and then leaning back against the wall.

“Sam. Your name?”

“y/n”

She responds, leaning against the wall next to sam, having to look up to talk to her

“Hi Sam..”

Sam just lets out a short hum as a response. Its unusual for sam to feel this way around someone, not so on edge as she usually is.

She just keeps a close eye on everything around her, mainly Tara and co, but y/n was slightly distracting.

y/n tilts her head, the playful glint returning to her hazel eyes

“What, am I not interesting enough for you to look at?”

Sam looks at y/n, raiseing an eyebrow with a flat look.

“I was watching everything, and youre included. So yes. youre interesting enough”

She just takes a sip from her drink, trying to keep her tone even.

“You seem distracted”

Sam mumbles something in response but y/n doesnt catch it, squinting at the tall girl instead.

“Okay.. so what are you doing here if you dont like parties? No ones forcing you to be here you know.. you dont seem like a party person.”

“..yeah. I have to watch my friends and sister.”

she takes another sip of her drink, not taking her eyes off the crowd as she does so.

y/n tilts her head

“You have to babysit your adult friends and sister?”

Sam just scoffs and rolls her eyes, her tone going back to being harsh. She never liked the “babysitter” word that some people like to use when talking about her. She crosses her arms over her chest again.

“If youre calling this babysitting, then yes i have to babysit my “adult friends” and sister.”

“Why?”

Sam scoffs again, her tone becoming harsher when y/n doesn’t even know the answer and has probably never been in her situation.

“Because they need me. Because someone in this world is always out to kill them.”

Sam eyes the shorter woman again, then glances back to the crowd. She doesn’t even know why she’s explaining this to a stranger.

“Oh.”

It clicks in y/n’s head that the taller woman is refferring to the recent ghostface killings. She had heard of them all over, and how they were starting to pop up around NYC.

Sam is surprised when it clicks for her. Usually people ask, “what do you mean someone’s out to kill them?” or “why do they need you?” or “you can’t be serious” but y/n didnt. She just put the pieces together. and sam didn’t know what to say further. She takes another sip from her drink as she glances around the party, now a bit more anxious

y/n looks somber when the killings are mentioned, an expression Sam barely notices

“What about your own enjoyment?”

The paranoid woman’s stomach drops at the mention of her own enjoyment. She actually hasn’t had any.. in a while. For a long time. Shes always on duty. Always keeping an eye on things and everyone else. she didn’t even think she deserved any own enjoyment. Sam was doing this for everyone else, not herself. She shakes her head and takes another sip from her drink, her tone a bit harsh

“im more concerned about their lives than my enioyment”

“mm..”

y/n’s change of voice is hard to hide as she says something that catches sam off guard entirely.

“You’re a really good person.. the kind people should appreciate more”

Samantha is taken back when she hears the compliment, and she stays silent for a moment. She didnt think she was a good person. She didnt think she was anything. Sam just shook her head, not knowing what to say. She was Billy Loomis’ daughter..

“no im not-“

She quickly argues. it wasnt true. she just did what she had to do, she had to protect. there was nothing else to it. Sam took another sip from her drink, hoping y/n would just move on, because she didnt want to talk about it

“hush”

The other woman cuts her off, glancing up at her and takes a sip of her own drink. Sam can see that her eyes seem to be slightly moist*

“youre perfect”

y/n whispers, barely able to be heard under the loud party music.

Sams eyes widen again. Her heart rate speeds up just from y/n calling her perfect. this isnt right. Sam wasnt perfect. she killed someone. Sam feels all her walls just break down at this point, which is incredibly out of character for her.

“im- im not perfect-“

Sam whispers, almost like a whimper. her harshness fades away and her gentle look comes in place as she stares down at y/n.

Sam blinks in complete shock. Was this girl about to cry? and why was she telling Sam she was perfect? therapy tall woman doesnt know what to do with this comment, and her cheeks had heated up a bit. Sam was about to speak when she notices those little tears in y/n’s eyes and stops herself. She cant say what she was about to say. she just watches her.

y/n smiles faintly, clearing her thoat

“i-i should go.. and leave you to your babysitting.”

Sam watches her, eyes soft as she sees her smile. She was hoping she didnt hear that right, but she couldnt get herself to stop her. Sam was about to speak again, but the harshness in her voice was completely gone. there was no more scowl, and she was just being soft like y/n was. As the short woman begins to walk away though, Sam stops her and grabs her hand. Startled, her head darts around and she looks up at Sam, a tear already threatening to fall.

..!

Sam freezes for a second, then realizes that she just grabbed y/n’s hand and is still holding onto her hand. In this moment, her mind is racing. She wants to say something but cant. She wants to ask something but feels this is just wrong. Sam watches as the tear runs down her cheek. She sees it and freezes. She cant help but feel guilty for making this girl almost cry. Normally, Sam would have let her go, and let the girl cry without even a care, but.. this was different. There was an urge to comfort her. So sam just takes a little step closer and gently grabs the girls chin, tilting her head up to look at her, all care about Tara and ghostface vanished.

“dont..”

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4mulaone · 7 months

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i must not buy sports team merchandise. spending £95 on a t shirt is the mind-killer. special edition limited release items is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face my desire to accumulate identity through material items. i will permit it to pass over me and through me. and when it has gone past i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the need to buy a tshirt with my special little mans number on it has gone there will be nothing. only I will remain.

#THIS IS ABOUT THE NEW FERRARI FOOTBALL JERSEYS DNI IF U THINK THEYRE UGLY. I KNOW THIS #RRRRuiogooooohaaa. pain and suffering beyond comprehension

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spiderlandry · 10 months

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Yes, Chef — ethan landry

Description: The most loving thing one could do is cook for someone else. Ethan finds out it’s your love language.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

Warnings: implication that reader is shorter than ethan, no ghostface, amber was reader’s ex but it’s only a small mention, lmk if there’s any warnings i should add !! there may be some errors since i only edited this once

Word Count: 3k

Author’s note: i wrote with a poc reader in mind, and much of reader’s experience with cooking is based off my own

Chad is starting to get worried. Exams are in a month, and even though everyone he knows is working hard to prepare, it’s like Ethan is studying as if exams are next week. Chad thinks he can even hear his roommate talking in his sleep sometimes.

He wakes up to Ethan being up at the crack of dawn, a large cup of coffee in hand and deeper bags under his eyes than yesterday.

So, yeah, it’s concerning.

He already tried to coax him into taking more care of himself, but Ethan waves it off. He’s tried other things: getting Sam to scold him, try to get him to go out and party so he’ll get tired, having Quinn threaten him.

If nothing happens, he may resort to putting sleeping pills in Ethan’s coffee.

However, there is one more thing.

You.

Ever since Ethan was introduced to the rest of his friends which included you, he’d been paying more attention to his appearance and how he’s perceived. At first Chad thought he might’ve had a crush on Tara, but Ethan slipped up one time when he not very casually asked if you were going to a group hangout, a few weeks ago.

Chad can use that knowledge to his advantage, he realizes.

Knowing you since freshman year of high-school, you’re a naturally caring person, though can be quiet or a little closed off especially since the Woodsboro murders in which you discovered that your ex-girlfriend was one of the killers.

Your gentle nature, along with his crush, can surely save Ethan from burning himself out so much that he’ll show up to finals only a skeleton, right? Hopefully.

Chad prays he’s right as he sends you a text, Friday evening.

Chad

Hey, can I ask a favor

depends

Might be a little weird but u know how ethan has been studying rly hard?

yeah u said u were worried. is he ok?

Yeah he’s fine mostly. Im just worried so Im asking if you can

Ask him to hang out or something

? why

not that i would mind but why

Youre the one he would say yes to I already tried other stuff to get him to relax but man looks like hes about to pass out

Idk I have a feeling its more than about school but its not my place and I think he would open up to u

You know he has a crush on u right

i dont believe u but ill do it

Bro dont even act like u dont like him too

shut up

You roll your eyes at your phone, already coming up with a plan for a way to get Ethan to chill out. That’s when you think of it.

Ethan allows himself to sleep in during the weekends. But when he wakes up at 11 AM to a text from you that was sent at six, he immediately regrets it.

He opens his phone to read it.

hey i have this new recipe i wanna try but i need a second opinion

wanna come over after work? i get off at 5

He rubs his eyes, making sure he’s reading it right. You? Inviting him? To come over to your place alone?

He’s not proud of the way he gapes at the message for a long moment before he can answer, responding with a ‘sure!’ despite the word not conveying his excitement mixed with the worry at the pit of his stomach. Why are you inviting him alone? He can’t let himself think that it’s anything other than friendliness, right? But you only invited him, so it must mean something.

He rushes to his closet to pick out his outfit, already forgetting about the unfinished page of notes on his desk.

Ethan has known you for a good few months, since the beginning of the school year. But at this point, he’s memorized your smile and your voice, becoming less subtle as time goes on. He pays attention to every single thing you’ve said about yourself, including but not limited to how you almost went to culinary school. He remembers how you once baked a cake for Tara’s birthday, not only the batter from scratch but also the buttercream frosting. He smiles at the memory of you showing the group how to make pasta one night.

To say he’s excited is an understatement.

He doesn’t even bother getting his coffee this time so his breath doesn’t smell like it.

Chad notices that Ethan’s usual cup is still in the cupboard, mentally patting himself on the back for getting the idea to reach out to you.

It’s not long until it’s almost five, and Ethan is walking the few blocks over to your apartment, enjoying the wind. He knows not to show up empty handed, so he stops at a bodega to buy your favourite chips.

You‘d gotten home a little early due to your workplace not being too busy, thankfully. You start prep, laying out the ingredients. The knock from your door reaches your ears a few minutes later, and knowing it’s Ethan you open the door.

You’re greeted with a bag of chips to your face, taking it and seeing Ethan have a slight upturn at the corner of his lips. You mirror his expression, albeit with a wider smile (you can’t help it), letting him into your apartment. He sits down at the breakfast bar facing into the kitchen, while you stand on the other side facing him.

This isn’t the first time he’s been here, but it is the first time he’s here alone. With you. He tried to get rid of the images in his head of him being over at your place every day because you want him to be there. He can’t think like that, not now when you’re beaming up at him while you showcase the ingredients on the kitchen counter, your sentences going into one ear and out the other.

“…Ethan?” Your brows are furrowed, not knowing if he’s paying attention. You quickly catch that he’s not—he has to think for a moment about what to say.

“Uhm—“ he clears his throat. “Sorry, I wasn’t listening. What?” He mentally cringes at himself. He’s sure you’d think he’s not interested and oh god, what if you think he doesn’t want to be there?

You laugh lightly. “I said do you like steak? I mean, I probably should’ve asked, but—“ You’re glad he stops your ramble before it goes any further.

“I like it, don’t—don’t worry.”

“Okay, good. Because this would’ve been awkward.”

Ethan is determined not to let any weird silences happen, so he continues despite not knowing what to say. His curiosity gets the best of him. “Not that I don’t want to, but why did you invite me here? I mean…just me.”

You try to brush it off, coming up with an excuse. “I invited Tara, but she couldn’t make it.” You turn back to the ingredients to get started.

He’s glad you’re not facing him to see his shoulders practically deflate finding out that he’s not the first choice. He’s not sure why he got his hopes up so much.

Before he can say anything else, you interrupt his train of thought. “Wanna help?”

He stands up quickly, eager. “What do you need?”

Truthfully, you’d made this dish a thousand times before that you could do it in your sleep. You’re not about to try anything new when your main objective is to take Ethan’s mind off things.

“How are you with knives?” You ask, taking out a chef’s knife from the knife holder. His eyes widen, begrudgingly taking the object from your hand.

“This is gonna sound—nevermind,” He shakes his head.

“Tell me.”

“I’ve never had to…cook before.”

“Oh,” you sigh. “That’s fine. Do you not want the knife?”

“I do! I just—how do I use it?”

You smile, an image he wishes was burned into his mind. You slide the cutting board toward you, putting a handful of asparagus in the middle.

Ethan can’t help but stare at your hand at the way you delicately go through the motions of cutting, slowly to make sure he sees it. You show him how to trim the asparagus, and you give him back the knife to try.

A spark tingles throughout his hand when you put yours on it to guide him.

“Just trim all of these. Got it?”

He nods.

You prepare the steak on a separate cutting board alongside him.

“Can I ask why you’ve been studying so hard, E?”

The nickname isn’t lost on him, but he tries his best to ignore it before he accidentally cuts himself.

“Finals next month,” He says curtly.

“Is that the truth?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does to me. But I’m not trying to force you.”

He pauses. “Can we change the topic?”

You nod, “You pick. Turns out I’m terrible at conversation. Can you fill up a pot of water for the mini potatoes? And put some salt in it.”

“How long have you been cooking?” He puts the asparagus in the bowl they were previously in and doing as you say. With the way he gets the question out so fast, you’d think he’d been thinking about it.

“As a kid, I was around a lot of people who knew how to cook,” you begin while you prepare a pan on the stove, melting the butter. “I learned from them. International dishes, mainly. Lots of spices. But I moved to New York and started working in a kitchen when I was sixteen, so I learned about some European pastries and white people food.” You chuckle.

There’s something with the way you talk about food that makes his chest warm. It’s unfamiliar, but a welcome feeling nonetheless. It’s different from how you talk about other things—this one feels more intimate.

You continue. “I think you know, but I almost went to culinary school.”

He does know. He wonders why you didn’t go.

“I took cooking classes as an elective at my high-school. I was lucky they offered that. Senior year, I was a stage for some really pretentious restaurants—y’know, mainly as a server, but I got to know how the kitchen worked.”

He hasn’t even noticed that the butter is almost all melted on the pan and you’ve put some rosemary and thyme on it until you pause to turn to him.

You grab the cutting board with the steak on it, placing it next to the stove.

“They were the kinds of places that served small portions for high prices.” You stared at the stove, turning up the heat.

“Why didn’t you go to culinary school?” He timidly asks.

“The people,” You say it so quietly at first that he almost missed it. “I met people who made the kitchen pretty much unbearable. There was shouting…lots of it, actually. The crazy high standards. They didn’t shout at me, but seeing it from the sidelines was worse…somehow? I don’t know.”

He finds himself wanting to have a stern word with whoever made you feel that way about something you so clearly love.

He’s about to ask another question before you interrupt him.

You pick up the steak from the board, motioning for him to come closer. “Always lay away from you,” you say. “Otherwise you splash oil on yourself, ‘kay?”

He nods. He continues with his question. “Do you regret it?”

He doesn’t realize how heavy of a question it is until after he says it, and he’s going to retract his statement but you respond.

“No, actually, I don’t.”

There’s a sweetness in your voice that’s hard to catch, but for Ethan’s ears, it’s as if they’ve been attuned to your tone.

“If I went to culinary school, I would’ve started to hate it—“ You grab the tongs, using it to push the sides of the steak to the pan, “—That’s searing. You seal in the juices when the surface browns, see that?—“

When he nods, you proceed.

“I grew up believing that cooking was a way to care about people, you know? Like a love language. And If I made cooking my career, that’s not what it would be for me. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, yeah. It does.”

Once all the sides are seared, you grab a spoon and you slightly tilt the pan, using the utensil to coat the steak in the melted butter. “That’s basting. So it doesn’t lose moisture. Every time you flip a steak, it loses moisture, so just do it once.”

He thinks he’s getting repetitive when he nods once more to show that he’s actually listening.

It’s not long until the steak is done, and he’s excited to get it on the plate but instead, you put it on a baking sheet and cover it in tin foil.

“You’re next.”

His head snaps up toward you, sputtering, “What?”

“Do you want to learn?”

“Yeah—“

“Then get to work.” You smirk, and he’d be lying if he said that didn’t awaken something in him. You point to the other steak in the packaging.

He tries to remember the steps you did, but you do have to remind him what to do occasionally.

You’re standing close to him, almost hovering, but he doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, he almost leans in instinctively when you bring your hand up to his face and pushes his curls out of his face.

“You’re doing good,” you whisper.

It takes everything inside him not to collapse right there. He’d give everything to feel your hand on his face again.

You’ve set two plates on the counter. The mini potatoes were boiled nicely, and you cut them swiftly in half (a feast for Ethan’s eyes). Ethan watches while you quietly as you carefully plate the food, and he can’t help but look around him. The used pan, the knives, cutting boards, you plating the food—there’s an element of domesticity.

It’s in the way you flash a smile directed at him and only him, in the comfort of your own home, after you’ve just cooked together. He imagines a future where it’s like this every night.

You open the fridge, grabbing out two sodas. As you turn around Ethan is surprisingly close to you.

Only a few inches away.

He slowly takes the cans from you, setting it on the space next to him. All as if he’s about to wake a sleeping dragon if he were to move too quickly.

“Why are you doing this?” He asks, almost in a pleading whisper. His eyes are boring into yours, and you can’t bring yourself to look away.

“I told you.” Your tone mirrors his. “Cooking is a way to take care of someone, and I care about you.”

He doesn’t know what possesses him to do the next thing.

He brings himself closer to you, not breaking the eye contact.

Suddenly, everything makes itself known. Your breathing, shallower than his, anticipating his next move. The way your clothes touch. The cold air coming from the fridge.

He brings his hand to touch your jaw, it’s a feather-like sensation as his digits make contact with your skin. “Is this okay?”

You gulp and nod, unable to find the words.

“Need to hear you say it.”

In the lowest whisper, “Yes.”

He lifts your chin, tilting his head.

It’s a tiny pause until you’re the one taking the leap, closing the small distance and slotting your lips against his.

Everything falls away, and nothing else matters. His lips are soft. You feel his large hands go to your neck and you wrap your arms around his torso, trying to get impossibly closer.

You’re the first to pull away and you grin when he chases your lips.

“Hi,” You beam. “W—what was that for?”

“You tell me,” he smiles.

You anticipate the night to end when you’re both finished the food and the drinks, and you’ve cleaned up the kitchen.

But neither of you want it to end.

You cross your arms, facing Ethan who’s reluctantly about to open the door.

“Wanna stay?”

He turns around, tilting his head like a cute puppy. “Thought you’d never ask.”

That’s how you found yourselves cuddling on the couch, a new show on your television.

“I have to tell you something,” you whisper, eyes still on the screen.

“Hm?”

“Chad told me to ask you to hang out.” You grimace. “And before you say anything, I didn’t invite you just because of him. I was worried about you too.” You look up at him, the proximity comfortable rather than awkward.

“I figured.”

“Really?”

His arm tightens around you. “When you asked me why I was studying so hard, I remembered Chad’s been trying to get me out of it. This was his last resort.”

You snort, “His last resort was putting sleeping pills in your coffee.”

“I’m…gonna have to talk to him about that.”

“Can I ask why you’re studying?”

“To distract myself.”

You almost sit up. “From what?”

“Not tonight.” He lays your head against him again, and your trust is in his hands. “Someday.”

And someday, he’ll tell the story about how the week before, he realized he loved you. It scared him so much that it kept him up for days, but the night you kissed would be the day his worries all went away.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #scream 6 x reader #scream x reader #scream #scream vi #scream 6

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daffodildelight · 1 year

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Animagus (Part Two) | Ominis Gaunt x Reader

Title: Animagus (Part Two)

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem!reader

Summary: Knowing how he feels about you it's time to do something about it

Themes/Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, insecurities

Word count: 1600ish

A/N: Not edited at all, make sure to read part one first: here

Waking up in the morning is not a particularly fun thing to do but you didn’t really have to do that when you didn’t have any sleep. Heart buzzing a million miles an hour and a smile you can’t wipe from your face even when it starts to hurt.

Anne was deeply confused about your whole attitude for the last 12 hours but especially worried about the fact you look like a serial killer, with tired eyes and a smile that can stretch on for miles.

“What is up with you?” Anne groans struggling to get into a seating opposition on her bed. “No one should be this happy in the morning, not even you” She yawns half her sentence before standing up and approaching you. “What happened last night?” she quizzes you.

“Something wonderful happened, something so wonderful that I can’t tell you” you cheered with a grin on your face. Anne makes her way to her trunk and pulls out her uniform and robes before chucking them over her shoulder and heading towards the lavatory “Okay you psychopath. Studying must have really gotten you going last night” she sighs. You can’t help but laugh “It really did”.

Anne takes her leave while you get ready for the school day, double-checking your appearance the entire time. You know Ominis is blind but you wanted to look good yourself, which gives you more confidence in what you're going to do. With one last look in the mirror, you sprayed yourself with some perfume which Ominis commented on a year ago saying you smelled good and you were ready to start the day.

Normally you would meet up with Sebastian or Anne before heading to the great hall and meeting up with Ominis but today is Wednesday and Sebastian has a meeting with cross wands and Anne needs to talk with Poppy Sweeting about some questions coming up in the Care of Magical Creatures N.E.W.Ts. So you were off to the great hall alone to meet up and have breakfast with Ominis alone.

You were feeling kind of nervous, you weren’t going to talk about your findings with Ominis at the great hall because there were too many people and you still had a chance of being rejected, so you had to act normal until you can find an opening to drag Ominis into an abandoned corridor.

Walking along the corridors to the great hall you put you’re mind somewhere else, you focus on the paintings and watch how they interact with students. What looks to be a knight in a portrait threatens to report some students to the headmaster because they moved his fame over an inch. The portrait opposite him, a lady with 2 daughters, fights with the knight stating that the students did nothing wrong. It was quite a funny argument to watch but you really did want to spend some extra time with Ominis so you went on your merry way.

Entering the great hall you feel unbelievably sweaty to the point where you’re rubbing your hands on your Slytherin robes. Walking towards your usual seating place you see Ominis reading a book. Reading as in gliding his finger across the page to ‘read’ the braille. You stand over his shoulder and watch how his hand glide and notice how good his hands look. Yes, this is a bit weird but you never notice how veiny his hands are and that the beauty marks on his face are also on his hands. How could his hands be so perfect?

You grab his shoulder to gain his attention, he turns to you with his pearly white smile and offers his hand so you can sit down on the bench. Feeling nervous you wipe your hands one more time on your robes before grasping his pale hands for help sitting down of course.

“Good morning (Y/N) you smell lovely today” Ominis speaks before closing his book and putting it in his shoulder bag. Heat spread through your face not only for the compliment but also because of how nervous you are. “Thank you Ominis, your hair looks extra superb today” hoping your voice doesn’t give away how anxious you are. He gives you smile before grabbing two plates that were left off to the side.

“Here have some breakfast, I know you love the fruit salad so I made sure to come in earlier to get you some before it ran out” Ominis states before moving the bowl of fruit salad in front of you. Your heart melts, he’s so compassionate, and just wants to make you confess more.

“I was wondering if we could chat in private Ominis? Sometime during the day?” You ask with a face full of fruit salad. Ominis looks apprehensive and reaches for his drink before asking “Hope I haven't done anything bad?”

Letting out a laugh hopefully to reassure him you tell him “Of course, you're not in trouble.” he lets out a sigh of relief “Why do you make it sound like that then?” Ominis then reaches for a piece of toast. Clearing your throat “I just need to talk to you about something important” starting to feel nervous again.

“I don’t understand why you just can’t tell me now, no one can hear us?” Ominis is making this harder for you without even knowing. I mean you could do it now, the only reason you wanted to do it later was that you could procrastinate or just end up not doing it. “Are you okay (Y/N)? Your breathing funny?” That was his way of saying you might want to stop before going into a full-blown panic attack. “It must be pretty serious to warrant this response, I really hope it's not that bad” Ominis puts his hand on your shoulder and leans in closer hoping to comfort you but it really does the opposite when he’s so close that you can smell his aftershave.

Moving slightly back before you do something stupid like kiss him you quickly rush out the words “It’s not bad I promise, I’m just trying to get the nerve to tell you”. Ominis begins to rub your shoulder “Just take your time (Y/N)” before making a joke to ease the growing tension “Just say it I won't bite”. You let out a nervous giggle.

You know the facts like the back of your hand. You know he likes you because he said so and was thinking about asking you to the ball so now you just have to ‘woman up’ and do it. With the remaining courage you have left, you loudly whispered “I like you” into the air hoping Ominis could hear you. A few seconds pass and you feel like you're about to explode from nerves and Ominis's face has changed from concerned to shock. It’s been about 20 seconds of silence. Feeling rejected you quickly say “ah just joking see you later” in the best tone you could possibly say before quickly grabbing your shoulder bag and standing up.

All you could think about was how could this have gone so wrong, you really thought he would’ve said yes after last night. It feels like your heart is about to explode from heartache and you just want to crawl into bed a die. But before you could even think about heading towards your dorm room Ominis grabs your arm quite harshly and drags you back down to the table. “Sorry, that was a bit harsh” Ominis states before rubbing the spot where he grabbed you. Unable to see what Ominis is feeling at this moment you sit there in silence hoping he would be the first one to speak seeing as he really wanted you there. Ominis leans in closer so that you could feel his breath on your nose. “Do you mean it?” He questions before continuing “Because if this is a joke, it’s a very cruel one”

You start nodding your head, hoping he would continue this conversation. Until you realised how stupid you are because he’s blind and can’t see you nod. “Sorry I was nodding” feeling like an idiot you lower your head to look at the floor to avoid seeing him. It’s like Ominis knew you were trying to focus on something else because he then brings his hand under your chin to look back at him. “I like you too, I have for a while” Ominis then tucks some hair behind your ear. “I also wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the Ball with me” You could tell he was nervous when he asked you this.

Before you could even think about your actions you lean up to kiss him on the cheek before giving him a hug. He wraps his arms around your back and puts his face in between your shoulder and neck. You giggle before happily replying “Of course, I’ll go to the Ball with you Ominis” you pull away and before you know it Ominis then kisses your cheek. The heat was starting to make its way up your face and you couldn’t help but feel an absolute attachment to one person.

Both of you don’t seem to notice the twins standing next to you. “Um, what did we just miss?” Anne says but can’t contain her smile. Sebastian, on the other hand, lets out a cheer “Finally it was killing me not telling you guys” he laughs before sitting next to me. You slip your hand into Ominis’ and chuckle before teasing Sebastian when he was gonna ask the MC out.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis #ominis gaunt oneshot #hogwarts legacy #ominous gaunt #sebastian sallow #anne sallow

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 4 months

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Wilbert's Worst

Right, so I really was open to having my mind changed on The Worst One but nobody’s argument has budged me.

I was going to write a complete, balanced essay on The Worst W. Awdry Book, but I’m a) mired in the research phase (hey if anyone knows someone with an encyclopedic knowledge of Tom and Jerry hit me up, for real) and b) right now I wanna talk about the characters and their Beloved Dynamics instead.

So I'm just gonna get this out of the way so I can post the poll and move on to answering fun asks and watching Tom and Jerry in peace. Behold: a salty and unbalanced review.

Wilbert’s biggest failure of a children’s storybook?

Henry the Green Engine

Ohhh… because of the, uh, ra —?

Because of the racism, yes!

Oh. You do know that since 1972 they’ve republished it without the n-slur?

Good for them. Two things:

1. I know it used to be there, I’m never able to read it without knowing it was there in the first edition.

2. I consistently try, when ranking the books, to consider them in the context in which they came out. Because of this, I don’t like using “things that happened later” (like a new character never being properly used again or whatever) against the book. This helps me evaluate the author’s successes and failures against what they were trying to achieve when they wrote it vs what I would most want (blorbo content). It helps me not bring to bear the whole weight of fanon and fandom on a text that should be able to stand or fall on its own. Tl;dr I try to read the books like a guy who picked it up in 1951, or whatever.

And yeah, if I’d bought this when it came out it would have had the slur. I’m going to judge it accordingly.

Look, racism is bad, no argument, but does that mean the book as a whole must be condemned?

Yeah, I think the slur and the “aaaand suddenly, blackface! heeheehee” bullshit fuck over the entire book, game over. Go directly to jail, do not collect $200.

The Railway Series is not a work of high art or deep thorny complex literature. The books are meant for children — small children, at that. Children small enough to get bedtime stories read to them. The main goal of each book (especially this early on — you do have to manage secondary priorities like “pleasing the long-time fanbase” the longer you go, but right now we’re only 6 books into the series) is to create a happy imaginary world to enhance childhoods and family lives… to impart to other parents and kids a similar cosy happiness to that the author and his own kids enjoyed when he was workshopping/drafting the stories for them. When we say “children’s book” we really do mean little’uns — these average 1.25 full-color illustrations per page!

And these books sold in large numbers. This means it’s a certainty that somewhere in 1951 there was a Black family who owned the whole series, who went out to the shops, whose kid was like “ooh! Henry gets a book, neat…,” who like everyone else enjoyed the wild ride of Henry’s inspection and coal and wreck and rebuild… only to get verbally spat on one page from the end.

Real mood-killer there. Epic fail, as the cool kids used to say in my youth.

All right, fine, cool kids never said that. Anyway, statistically speaking there was certainly even more than one family that got that experience. Not to mention the non-Black families who even in 1951 were like “... wtf? i’d smack my kid if they ever said a word like that around me, geez. no.” Just a lot of people who had the light the book was kindling in them snuffed out all at once.

You can actually be totally racist and your book not commit creative suicide on the penultimate page! Awdry flubbed his job of 'bestselling books-for-six-year-olds' here. Creative failure. Unforced error. Automatic zero.

But times were different then, you have to consider it in the context of the time.

1951 U.K. was not the nadir of multiracial equality or Black power, but jfc. I can assure you that over 99% of children’s books published that year in the Anglosphere managed to not use the n-slur.

All right, all right. That was bad. But this feels off-topic. If you had never known about what used to be “Henry’s Sneeze,” would you still rank the entire book as dead last in the Wilbert Awdry corpus?

Not dead last, but it is not a strong book. “Coal” and “The Flying Kipper” are super-interesting as material for Henry, but after that the book kind of falls off a cliff; the intrigue drops dramatically. The railway incidents chosen to make stories of are all solid choices, but it was not only “Sneeze” where Awdry’s handling of the material feels clumsy and weird. (And I’m not even talking here of the “heehee blackface — ain’t i a stinker?” gag in “Sneeze.”)

But… “The Flying Kipper”? C’mon. It’s a superb story and no book that contains it can be the absolute worst in the series.

“TFK” remains easily the best single TVS episode ever – but a lot of that is down to Britt and David’s artistry and judgment.

Don’t get me wrong, a full-on railway wreck makes interesting material. But I don’t think the book does nearly as much with it as it could (and I’m trying sooooo hard here to forget about the amazing TVS adaptation, as I think it REALLY shows Awdry up. Even so, the storytelling here is surprisingly tepid and low-stakes). I get that Awdry probably wanted to lean into the comic angle and not make Henry’s condition afterwards seem too grave, in order to ensure the material wasn’t too dark for his young audience? (*mutters* again, a level of tender consideration for his readers’ youth that went right out the window when it came to small Black kids, evidently coz he couldn’t imagine that they read) Understandable, laudable — but if he outright refuses* to make the wreck too dramatic or scary then, well, then the wreck isn’t real scary or dramatic. And it can’t save the rest of the book from its flaws.

*For all I know it could have been the publishers who insisted that the wreck be made preschooler-safe, that’s possible (although it’s also consistent with Awdry’s brand of humor and his overall low degree of emotionalism in his writing). Either way, though, the end result book is what it is and it will be judged accordingly.

In addition to not being as exciting as many remember... @trainsupessandhuntresses asked me once if I thought some of Awdry's stories were "mean-spirited." I had to assent vigorously. And a surprisingly high proportion of those "mean" moments are in Henry the Green Engine? For some reason? It’s not just the racism. Awdry was not in the game to give Henry a deserved happy ending, he’d wanted to kill him off (the fuck?) and when his publishers prevented him (I don’t say this often, especially since I love how salty the Awdrys get about their publishers, but this in case good job, publishers!!) he wrote “TFK” with the primary motivation of giving Henry a new engine basis. Any soft or hearty emotions we get out of the deal are a side-effect — the only emotion that was fueling Awdry as he wrote this was spite, spite and a weird resentment towards his poor, long-suffering, invaluable illustrator. (I don’t blame Awdry for being frustrated that the engine illustrations were continually inaccurate or confusing, but I do think it’s weird to read all this great Henry material knowing that it was written with such poor grace.)

So his ‘happy Henry’ stuff feels perfunctory; his Percy interlude is just brutal (why did you have to drag Percy into Henry’s book purely to give him a fuck-up, a scolding, and a messy dunce cap?); Gordon’s savaging of Henry for being too happy after recovering from a near-death experience is such an incredibly low point for Gordon that it’s hard for me to accept it as canon (there’s being proud, boastful, and self-absorbed, and then there’s being the straight-up raccoon dumpster fire Gordon is in that scene). Oh, and I think “call the police [local constabulary, doesn’t bear firearms]” woulda probably a less reckless way of dealing with the rock-throwing youths than the sneeze of hot locomotive ashes, which of course the Fat Controller doesn’t like, that shit coulda been real dangerous! Mind, there are small rays of kindness throughout that do get me (the interactions between Henry and his crew feeling to me the least perfunctory and most heartfelt), but this is overall such a mean-spirited book. God. It starts off with such a gentle story (almost a non-story, if you’re in it purely for the “railway incidents” game and not character drama), but in short order the vibes just sorta suck. At least in other RWS books, when the vibes are off, they’re usually off near the beginning and then improve by the end. This one gets worse as it goes on. Oof. Don’t like that.

Also, the last page is sooooo lame. I suspect the publisher strong-armed Awdry into writing most of it so that at least the slur wasn’t on the last page of the book... and if Awdry had any idea of how much he’d just empowered Henry and all his fans in this book he shouldn’t have found it hard to find 50 extra words to sum things up. As it was, he’s just filling space and running out the clock, lol. Lame wrap-up. Boring. As usual when it comes to every little thing about this book, Britt and David closed this up better (mind, their closer – “He had taught Gordon and silly boys a lesson, with a whistle and a sneeze” – also sucked. But at least it was blessedly short.)

Didn’t you once list HtGE on a list of your favorite Wilbert Awdry books?

I did list it as one of the books that “at one time or another” have been my favorite in the series. Unfortunately in the case of HtGE, that was back when I really couldn’t read a story that I knew from the TVS without mentally substituting the adaptation into my brain as I read… largely overriding the actual text. Plus, everything I knew from TVS as a kid kind of automatically got a halo effect. Plus, I was super into Henry’s arc.

The first time I read HtGE after calming down and actually reading all the books as books... massive disappointment. There is such a gap there between what I'd thought the book said (all our incredible fanon work overanalyzing and headcanoning Henry and building this beautiful fantasy arc about disability!) vs. what it actually said (limp and careless writing, mean vibes, airbrushed n-slur, bad aftertaste).

I do think there is some stuff about the development of Awdry’s storytelling technique here that is interesting (again, Tom and Jerry superfans reading this, please shoot me a message!) but it doesn’t counteract everything else.

At least we’re over the racism stuff?

Nah, I’m not over it, actually.

#showed his whole ass #an rws book shouldn’t leave a nasty taste in your mouth #but! here we are #okay this rant was not as short as i thought it'd be #but again. there will be a proper analysis in the fullness of time.#henry the green engine (rws)#rws discussion #racism tw #slur mention tw

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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The Song Behind Bars.

Six of crows x Fem!reader.

(Reader being…Well, you’ll see.)

Notes: honestly had a very small idea and it turned into this. I’ve been editing this for a while, it’s 5:45 am here…So sorry for the mistakes.

The readers appearance: Purple eyes, purple spots. Other then that you look as you do.

Warnings: Blood, killing, and I mean a lot of killing, gory, kinda bad writing but I was trying sometimes new, the crows being hurt, the reading being held hostage, the reader being powerful as hell. Spelling mistakes.

“Do you remember where the door is?” Kaz asked the smaller boy beside him, his voice hushed a quiet. “Hmm, the one on the left of the bar.” Wylan played with the collor of his shirt, it was itchy and tighter then he had wanted.

But he had to look the part, they all did. Kaz was wasn’t that much different then what he usually dresses like. In fact all of the clothes he had on were in his dresser beside his bed, but he rarely touched them. His vest black and silver, his coat black but the sleeves wived with red silk, matching his button up shirt underneath. And normal black pants, his favorite pair actually.

“What do you think is going to be showed?” Wylan asked curiously. “I don’t care as long as we get the necklace.” Kaz was quick to reply and end the conversation. But wylan wasn’t satisfied but he stay quiet and let his own mind wonder.

Soon they spit up, wylan going straight and into the workers room and kaz to the entrance with all the other visitors. He had been giving a marker to say what number he was. It was a auction, a hard one to get into but their place was already payed for. A man needed this necklace stole, not payed for.

Nina was standing behind the bar, cleaning the cups that were going to be used. The place was packed with the wealthiest people and the killers, a perfect match. But she was there to get them all out, since she had access to the back door, the only way out.

“I must say I look devilishly handsome.” Jesper popped his collor and sat down at the table with kaz. Kaz just rolled his eyes and looked around at room.

He looked up at the railing and saw Inej carefully hiding in the dark, he smirked and looks down before anyone caught him. “This suit fits me so well, the violent feeling- Oh, thank Nina for picking it out.” Jesper went on about himself.

Soon began the showing. Small items of value were first to get the audiences wanting more, some old paintings and weapons. Kaz was keeping his eye out for the necklace but it was never shown. Wylan come over with a tray of drinks in his hands and set glasses down, he smiled at them like he did all the other people and walked off to the next. Kaz looked down at the glass and saw a small note under, smirking he had a peek at it.

“The workers say the showcase is almost over, they are acting suspiciously. We were told to all leave when the sword of bran comes out, I think this whole thing might be a trap. -Nina.”

Glancing back at the bar Nina stared at him with worry in her eyes. She looked over at the door to hint at him to leave, kaz shook his head and looked back at the stage. Jesper asked what was wrong and he was givin the note. He thought it could also be a trap but also wanted to stay, he did love the food.

“Next up, The sword of bran.” The man shouted as he was given a covered blank and set it on the showcase. “The great black sword of Bran Helster himself, he used to kill the golden king.” The speaker man pulled the cover to reveal the big sword. Kaz noticed the men that guarded the stage lean over to talk to one another.

Next was the workers who left their place and the crowd to head in the back, nina and a man behind the bar stayed in place. The man with a black beard beside Nina whispered something to her and placed something in her hand. Nina’s face drop and went into a slight panic, she looked at kaz with worry. “We need to leave.” She mouthed at him.

He was never one to like a failed plan, the price for this job was high. Whatever was going to happen his crew could take it, all they need was that damn necklace. “It’s seeming like a trap.” Jesper keep his voice low and he earned a glare from kaz.

Wylan was no longer where he needed to be, but he couldn’t go back because it would look suspicious. Nina didn’t know what was about to happen or why she needed earplugs. But it wasn’t going to be good.

Once the bidding for the sword was done the man went off to the side and talk to someone. He smiled and walked back as the lights dimmed, and a sound of something being moved was slightly heard. “Now ladies and gentlemen, we come to a close for the night with a big ending.” He clapped his hands together.

“For hundreds of years we have wondered if saints were real, until the sun summoner appeared. What I have today was only a tale in story books, but what we have here is real.” He flashed one last smile before the lights came back on and something big hid under a cover. Kaz leaned up and so did jesper, this was very strange and to big to be what they wanted.

“The Seducer of the sea.” The cover was pulled off to reveal a big cage, one that would hold a bird but it was too big. At it was not a bird who was trapped in it. A woman with a short dress stood in the cage. Gasp throughout the crowd as they looked at her skin, purple spots over her legs. The people in the first row could see the color of her eyes, the same color as the spots.

“She could make sweet music with her voice, one that draws you in and could make anyone fall into her trap.” But that was ironic as she was the one in the trap. Kaz should have known what was coming but he was to focus on the shiny thing wrapped around her neck. She was wearing what they had come for.

“Is that?..” Jesper trailed off and kaz only gave a slight nod. “How are we going to get that?” But Kaz didn’t have a answer. This was not planned for and but he could work around it, he just needed a moment.

“And you might be wondering if I’m telling the truth. How could you tell if she is what we say?” He spoke and moved to the end of the stage. “She is has a song, we have train her well.” And with the he hopped out of sight. The men below put their hands up to their ears. Nina hated it but she did as she was told and put in the earplugs before the girl could sing. She had to stay out of it so she could get out the others.

The girl opened her mouth and a beautiful voice came out, it was so intoxicating. Kaz tried to cover his ears but it didn’t work because he already wanted more. Jesper was count up in her voice and stared at her, eyes going blank until kaz was too. That’s when something else was heard, screams like torture souls tried to break them. It was to loud for everyone.

Whatever was happening was having more of a affected on them. Blood started to leak out of the crowds ears and eyes, it was crushing everything from the inside. “Shit.” Lucky it wasn’t as bad for kaz and Jesper yet, since they sat in the back but Nina had to acted fast. She looked over to the man beside her and hit him in the face as hard as she could. He fall into the floor and she apologized and took off his plugs and ran to her friends. She place on in each ear, but she only had two.

She heard shouting behind her and looked back as the guards jump on the stage. The crowd of people fell from the seats from blood lose and the eyes in their heads popping. Blood started to leak from Jesper eyes and kazs ears bled more. “Saints, I’m sorry.” She said and stuck her finger into their uncover ears to try block out the noise.

On stage they pointed their guns at the girl who turned to them, her voice stopped and she looked at them. She smirked at them as if they had no real power over her. A roaring scream came out of her lungs and pointed her powers at them, only them and enough to get passed the earplugs. Within seconds they had dropped to the floor with bursts eyes.

Nina shook her friends and tried to wake them up, she looked to to see if Inej was still alive but she saw no one. She prayed she wasn’t dead and on the floor. Huffing she raised her hands up to kazs cheeks and strike it, hoping to wake him up. “Wake up!” She shouted. Kaz slowly opened his eyes and took a second to realize what had happen. Wylan poked his head out of the door and saw the people on the floor and a unconscious Jesper, he ran quickly over. Not caring for anything else.

“Jesper.” Wylan grabbed ahold of his boyfriends arm and shook him as tears picked up in his eyes. “Jesper! Wake up.” He wiped off the blood off his cheeks and eyes. He was still alive, his chest falling and his heartbeat still beating for Nina to hear. Kaz groaned when he sat up, his head hurt like something was crushing his skull. And his ears were ringing and wouldn’t stop.

“Hands up!” The group turned to the sound of men. They stared down the barrels of guns that were pointed at them, more guards have shown up. “Look, we have no clue what’s happening.” Nina push towards them back but backed up as they shouted at her. There was no way to get out, no where to run. If they tried to make a run for it they would be shot, kaz knew that. Jesper was out and it would be hard to carry him back.

Humming caught all of their ears and guns were no longer pointed at them but behind them. They a looked at the girl how had a sharp look, her hips swaying as she stared at the armed men. She looked mad. She sang again and the men tried to fight it but couldn’t move their fingers to pull the triggers. The crows covered their ears to keep her out of their heads but they soon realized it wasn’t affecting them. Nina threw jespers arm over her shoulder and wylan followed her.

Kaz looked at the necklace the mystery woman had on. “Kaz, let’s go.” Nina broke him out of his his trance. “We need that necklaces.” Even as he almost died, he still had his eyes on the price. Nina huffed at him and went to yell at him but the sounds of bones cracking stopped her. The guards necks twisted and fell on the ground, the woman hands up and smirked at the lifeless bodies below her. The crows hearts stop when she looked over at the team.

“Where am I?” She asked calmly, no aggression in her voice like she didn’t just slaughter many. “Ketterdam.” Kaz replied because he was not afraid as the others, but he was wary. The woman hummed in response and looked at the unconscious man. “He’ll live.” They wanted to smack her, they already knew that. Wylan wanted to yell at her because this was her fault but he stood no chance.

She looked away from them and walked away not interested in them anymore. They were no threat to her and she considered them innocent. Her mind started to run and her stomach began to turn. Killer. Killer. Killer. Her inner voice scream as she tries not to look at the blood on the ground. She did what she had to do to get away. She opened the door to leave, as soon as it was open and before she could react, she was hit with something and her mind blacked out.

Her body feel back onto the floor and Inej steps over her body, nose having a small bleed but that was it. “Hope I wasn’t to late.” She looked over at her friends and their face washed with relief that she was still alive. “You’re okay.” Nina shouted. Inej nodded and then she saw Jesper. Inej rushed over and looked concerned, “He’ll live.” Wylan said. Kaz walked over with a tight grip on his cane to keep himself up.

He looked down at the girl below him. He remembered the stories of the women who lived out in the waters, killing the men on bouts. Their looks just as beautiful as their songs, but a ugliness inside. She was clearly beautiful, and he had seen the darkest and witness her song. She was a siren but she had no tail, and gills. He leaned down despite the pain and grabbed ahold of the necklace.

“Fuck.” He shouted as a pain shot through him, it was shocking and felt horrible. He let go of the necklace as soon as he grabbed ahold of it. Kaz tried picking it up with his cane but just it traveled through it.

“We need to leave.” Inej came beside him. Kaz looked at her and to the others who carried Jesper, already heading to the door.

“She comes with us.”

#six of crows #the six of crows #the six of crows x reader #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone x reader #kaz brekke #kaz brekker x reader #wylan van eck #wylan van eck x reader #jesper fahey #jesper fahey x reader #inej x reader #inej ghafa x reader #inej ghafa #nina zenik #nina zenik x reader #matthias helvar #Matthias helvar x reader

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d1rthaus · 3 months

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From Talking Heads’ Uncut Cover Story:

Expanded edition of TH:77 to come including early recordings, live tapes at CBGBs, radio station recordings. All 8 albums will receive an extended release

The band’s full archive is being digitised so it’s publicly available for the benefit of up and coming artists. Includes outtakes and rehearsals. Archive will be hosted by Columbia University

Psycho Killer’s French verse was originally going to be Japanese but this fell through once DB’s contact found out the song’s name

No Compassion was about a relationship of DB’s turning sour on his part

Warning Sign was inspired by The Velvet Underground and the drum section for The Beatles’ Tomorrow Never Knows. The song is about laying in bed with a girl on too many drugs

Memories Can’t Wait originated from DB and CF attempting to cover Led Zeppelin’s Communication Breakdown during The Artistic’s era. Song is about being overwhelmed at parties / by memories / by immediate surroundings

Houses in Motion introduced DB to CAN, who were recommended to him based on the record

The Great Curve - DB and JH recruitment tactics involved cornering Adrian Belew in a stairwell and pinging off walls

The Lady Don’t Mind was a True Stories outtake, JH mentions this was the case for multiple tracks on Little Creatures - he doesn’t go into any further detail but if you search True Creatures Demos on YouTube this could be what’s being remastered

Little Creatures was their best-selling album even though they never toured it. Instead they gave MTV 4 music videos to keep them on tv for a year while DB focused on directing True Stories

Radio Head - Tito Larriva met the band Radiohead but they ignored him when he blurted out from an elevator that he sang the original song

RE: The Top 30 -

DB picks:

New Feeling

Memories Can’t Wait

Houses in Motion

And She Was

Cool Water

JH picks:

Take Me to the River

Heaven

This Must Be the Place

Girlfriend is Better

The Lady Don’t Mind

Democratic Circus

CF picks:

Psycho Killer

Warning Sign

Life During Wartime

Once in a Lifetime

Crosseyed and Painless

Puzzlin Evidence

TW picks:

No Compassion

Found a Job

I Zimbra

Wild Wild Life

Others picked:

Love (Building on Fire)

Thank You For Sending Me An Angel

Born Under Punches

Burning Down the House

Road to Nowhere

Radio Head

Blind

Nothing But Flowers

#sorry a long one! for talking heads mutuals

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bookished · 7 months

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🦋 ( a collection of serial killer x fbi agent starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips. tag me when you use any!

"Ever feel like you have to hide who you really are?" "All the time. We all wear masks, don't we?"

"I sometimes wonder what it's like to be hunted by the law." "It must be terrifying. But justice always prevails, right?"

"You know, I've always been curious about what goes on inside the mind of a criminal." "It's a complex field of study, that's for sure. Understanding motives is key."

"Sometimes, the things we desire most are also the most dangerous." "That's true. People can be unpredictable."

"What would you do if you found out someone close to you had a dark secret?"

"I've always been fascinated by true-crime stories. Do you like reading about that stuff?"

"There's something about you that's intriguing, Agent. I can't quite put my finger on it." "Likewise, there's a depth to you that I find captivating."

"I saw you at that crime scene yesterday. What were you doing there?"

"It's unsettling how easily people can disappear without a trace."

"Sometimes, the darkness of the night is the only time I feel truly alive."

"Life is full of mysteries, don't you think?"

"Do you believe people can change?"

"We keep running into each other, Agent. Fate, perhaps?" "Maybe it's just a small world. Or maybe there's a reason."

#uservolkova #fanfic prompts #romance prompts #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompt #rp prompts #au prompt #drama prompts #otp prompt #otp prompts #prompt list #villain prompt #writing prompt #villain x hero #villain prompts

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mochiroreo · 7 months

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Welcome to: Mochiro’s Halloween fiesta!

Dropping in (redacted), A mix of dark, kinky, and tooth-rotting smut one-shots + a halloween special for my fic “Oh Goodie!” will be posted throughout October (edit: due to personal reasons, this got pushed back throughout November onwards. Please don’t be shy to send in requests just to let me make up for it💖)

Curious to see what I have in store for you and your beloved darling? Prompts under the cut~ ⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙

P.S. all of these would be Dark/Dead dove: do not eat. Halloween themed request would be open for the characters that did not won the poll (refer to my character sheet to look at the other characters that I can write💖) might open requests for these 4 when everything is posted.

Steddie - Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Just when you thought you were the one luring them in, you were the one caught in their trap. Don’t you look pretty, all tied up? (Siren!reader x Pirate Captains! Steddie)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Quick! Whoever and whatever must have hurt you might still be here!” You said,grabbing their hands before dragging along two strangers towards your house in panic. (Non-human, urban legend beings!Steddie x human!reader)

Rafe Cameron & JJ Maybank (OBX)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You can’t run. You cannot hide either. After all, you belong to them. (Werewolves Alpha!Rafe Cameron & Alpha!JJ Maybank x Omega!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair. Let the prince come and pay a visit, let him hear you sing your captor’s name. (Dame Gothel!Rafe Cameron & Prince!JJ Maybank x Princess!Reader)

Eddie Munson

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You just want to have a taste. Its been centuries since you had something delicious and sickeningly sweet. He is soft, luscious, and everything you’ve craved. (Modern!Eddie Munson x Vampire!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “You were mine before. What makes you think you are not going to be mine again?” He breathed out against your skin, wearing his signature smirk that you loathe but also used to love. (Mean demon!Eddie Munson x Crybaby Angel!reader

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ They said he was the definition of danger. That their is something odd about him, that you should’ve quit and not even take a step towards him nor his house. But of course, you didn’t listen. After all, you’re his favourite. And he never showed you any “bad” sides of him. Till now. (Vampire!Eddie Munson x Maid!reader)

Steve Harrington

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Look— I—“ you stuttered, eyes bulging out of its sockets when your eyes went downward through the dark curls where a humongous appendage rests,making you cover your eyes with a shriek, making the handsome and very much naked “incubus” (what he said when he appeared in your room) chuckle. “No, you look at me.” He stated. “My name is Steve, and you followed that tutorial and here am I, at your service. Now, what fun things do you have in mind?” (Incubus!Steve Harrington x curious human!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Steve. Steve. Steven.” You tried to shook him out of it, mouth agape while his eyes slowly blink. “Nope— nope! Halloween is like— in a week! Why— why do you have wings?! Wings?! Where— what shop did you even get them?! A-and and why are they moving?! Oh god. Yeah I must’ve been dreaming— dreaming!” (Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Angel!reader)

Rafe Cameron

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Now, Rafe, what’s your favourite horror movie?” “If I find out whoever the fuck you are, I’m gonna kill you.” “Aww, wrong answer. Try again before I come in and make you.” (Rafe Cameron x Ghostface!Reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.” Finding his hands wrapped around your neck, you closed your eyes and accepted that this is where his hands belong. (Priest!Rafe Cameron x Nun!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You don’t know what you were thinking to even tell your friends that you’ll distract the killer on the loose while they escape. You always peg yourself as the “final girl.” I guess not. You just hope that the psychopath hesitates to kill you. (Serial killer!Rafe Cameron x reader)

JJ Maybank

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”You— you!” JJ pointed his finger at you, making everyone look at you confused while you giggle. With a sultry smile, you sat down on his lap. You tilt your head in mock confusion with a dramatic gasp, your hands gripping his shoulder blades. “Me? What about me?” (JJ Maybank x Succubus!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ When you told JJ that you’re a witch, he didn’t believe you. Mocking you for having a wild imagination. So you drank one of your potions and a set of cat ears popped up on top of your head. Standing there in shock and awe, he suddenly grabbed a bottle and drank all of its contents thinking that he’ll have the same thing, not knowing its a VERY potent potion meant for something else. (JJ Maybank x Witch!reader)

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chromateclipse · 17 days

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Okay, so you like Velvet and Veneer? Well, if you get the chance, I want you to speak! TELL ME EVERYTHING!! I want you to give me headcannons please, as many as you can think of :)

pls and thx!!

AHHH! OK so I've never done anything like this but I put as many as I could think of. If I come up with anything else, I'll edit this and add it (or just make a new post)

(lots of words ahead 💀)

General headcanons :

- They one hundred percent had the Barbie mugshot but with Velvet's deadly stare instead

- and Veneer made sure he looked good; they are taking a picture after all

- I think Velvet might be a little taller than Veneer but they're both taller than average

- never leaves the house without heels or platforms or both

- Veneer has must-be-wearing-a-crop-top syndrome. Can't be cured 😔

- I'm sorry but they totally sang Circus by Britney Spears. That song is so V&V coded and has female and male vocals too 😩

- The sass is too hard to contain for this duo. Once a sly thought appears in their mind, they have to voice it (but I'm not complaining. They're iconic)

- Veneer can be a little blunt or rude sometimes. I know ppl like to imagine him as just the caring and silly sibling but he did everything Velvet did. He just had morals that started to kick in once the threat of being a killer was thrown at him.

(I mean did you see him nearly just toss Floyd down the toilet 💀)

- of course, I still think he is silly and kind and chooses to do so for a fair portion of the time but he's no stranger to being ignorant to most of his wrongdoings as well

- and I think they both have some trauma from practically killing Floyd. GET THEM THERAPYYY

- I think Velvet would like decorating and making things ✨Aesthetic✨

- like a little journal that she'd write her feelings in and then fill with beautiful stickers and photos (totally not a burn book....)

- I think Poppy would love love looove to see Velvet's journal filled with beautiful stationary. She'd probably get her into scrapbooking and they'd make the cutest little displays or books just brimming with photos, cutouts, diagrams, and more.

-Poppy and Viva can be a little overwhelming for Velvet at first but they'd totally become great gal pals and just chat all day.

- and at first, Bergen features might be a little....alarming to Velvet but she'd learn to love Bridget just like Poppy does

-also both are invited to the broppy wedding... 👀

- she also of course become friends with the BroZone brothers but I get more into that below ⬇️

"Story" headcanons :

- So for Velvet, I think in the movie she was so blinded by her need for fame and luxury that she didn't notice how her family (Veneer) helped her and stuck around through all the things she said and did. This would separate her from being just a complete villain because I do believe that she can reform herself into something better

- In Jail, I think Velvet would really hate it and everyone around her. She probably wouldn't want to talk to Veneer at all at first but being alone might give her time to reflect on herself

- over a little time, I think she'd realize how Veneer was always there for her and understood her ways. She'd definitely come back around and they'd be back to being as close as they were before, maybe even more

-It would take some time for both Velvet and Veneer to adjust.

- Veneer would dislike jail very much. He's so used to his life of luxury that I'm sure he'd be surprised by how little you get behind bars

- and with Velvet wanting to be alone, he would probably feel more alone than ever

- but he knows he did the right thing and even though prison sucks, he'd get through it

- Veneer would probably try to make friends with some of the people there but it is prison soo.... I'm not sure how well that would go.

- if anyone came to visit him, he'd be so happy cuz jail is sooo boring and he'd finally get to yap away to somebody who knows him.

- you just know they'd be styling that prison jumpsuit the best the can

- can you sneak heels into jail??

- Velvet and Veneer are kinda "eye candy" for the criminals in jail and they might get targeted by those who are jealous or looking for a fight

-Velvet's not the only one with an attitude problem, Veneer can very well relay a comment or two that can easily get them into some trouble. He'll have to work on that along with his sister, learn how to correctly treat the people around them

- After they become besties again, they'd have each other's backs like never before. I think Velvet really really does care about Veneer and if anything ever happened to him, she'd be devastated. This time, she'd really like to treat him how he deserves and nurture that sibling bond.

- and you know once anyone throws hands with one sibling, the other comes swinging

- 💥KNOCKOUT💥

- not the best thing to do if you want to get out of jail fast but hey, nobody messes with twins and gets away with it

- Due to other more serious situations being forgiven in the past, I think Velvet & Veneer wouldn't be in prison for too long. I can easily see BroZone forgiving them and offering to help the twins with whatever they'd need

- Veneer would definitely become great friends with Floyd and even Bruce. After all, he knows what it's like to be sensitive and a heartthrob 😌

- and I can see Velvet relating to Branch and J. D. She's probably a control freak (or was) and always wants everything to be perfect, just like John Dory. That's something they'd both have to work on. And I think Velvet and Branch can relate to one another's sassy sarcastic comments and occasional snide remarks.

- I can also see them joining Clay's sad book club. I need to see a scene of Veneer just balling his eyes out after finishing a book while all the others just pat him on the back 😆

- @horrorartist23 did a couple of drawings of Velvet & Veneer(or maybe just Ven idk) working at Bruce's Beachside Bar and I LOVE THAT IDEA SO MUCH.

- ESPECIALLY since Bruce said his family was a total Veneer household. I think it would be so cute for not only his kids getting the chance to meet Vel&Ven but also for Vel&Ven to get a little bit of real work experience.

- it would be so good for them to work at a place like that to learn about themselves and a work environment.

- plus the whole island is gorgeous and pretty luxury, which would fit into they're ideal environment. AND everything is Rageon sized so they don't have to worry about being too big!!

- They'd literally be working hard and making it look easy 💀

- I think it's perfect and I love it

-after jail and therapy, I think Velvet would really love the life she has. She'd of course still make mistakes sometimes and her sass will never leave. That's just who she is and none of us would want to change that . But she'd have a way healthier mind and so would the people around her.

- I think both of them might want to actually learn how to sing and dance like real performers

- Velvet hates making mistakes or not being perfect at a skill immediately. I know how that is and it's really difficult to get past but with more encouragement from Veneer and even the Brozone brothers, she'd become the star she always knew she was.

- And Veneer would take initiative for himself and practice performing like a real idol. I feel Veneer would also struggle with wanting perfection immediately but I think he'd really fall in love with dancing and this would help him keep up the determination. And he'd be really good at it too after some practice

- Knowing how good they can be if they put in the work would be a huge motivator too. Cuz they only stole Floyd's talent, not his voice. And because of this Velvet knows that she sounds good when she's at her peak in skill. They know that they can be amazing, they just have to work for it this time

-Trying to become famous again for the right things would definitely be hard. They're reputation is awful

- BUT, I think Mount Rageous would give them a chance to prove themselves. Considering how all Rageons are obsessed with media, fame, and celebrities, I think they couldn't resist the bait of former popstars Velvet & Veneer coming back to the stage, this time with their own talent that they've truly worked hard to perfect.

- And they'd deserve it for how much work they put into reforming their lives.

- Plus, nobody can take away their love for the stage and performing. They're too iconic to forget 💅

- and you know I'd be keepin' my eye out for that V&V/BroZone collab 🌟

- First live performance with BroZone, Velvet and Veneer are getting their Perfect Family Harmony. And you can bet it will be the most amazing thing to ever grace the planet

- I'd die 💀

That's all that I can think of right now 🤔 I hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts on these two. I really really love them and getting to write this down was really fun. If you have any ideas you'd like to expand upon or thoughts you'd like to share, let me knooww! And of course, Thank you sweetgirl15161819 for sending this ask!! 💖 💖

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Hiya honey, could you please do Vampire Michael Myers who finds the reader walking into a castle and gets lost so when she tries to find her way out she bumps into Michael and he traps her against the cold stoned wall inhaling her scent and goes like primal mode or some sort of hunter/prey type deal.. btw I love your writing🖤you're truly appreciated and deserve all the love and support you get <3

Yes, I had no idea I had so many thoughts about Vampire Michael Myers. I’ve never written a vampire before. I added a few HCs at the bottom in summary. And thank you for the kind words 🖤 I appreciate you too! Love you friend. Vampire edit by me lol.

Michael's Castle

3k | Vampire!Michael Myers x Fem!Reader | NSFW

Warnings: unsafe piv, period stuff / cunnilingus, weird ritualistic stuff, manhandling, dubcon/noncon

You’re vacationing in Romania, and your hostel isn’t far from a forest. You go for a hike alone, and there’s a strange feeling in the woods. Time seems to move differently. It starts getting dark long before you expect. Your compass stops working and your phone doesn’t have service. Your period cramps are getting worse. The forest is dense, but it’s thinning up ahead. You feel like you’re almost to civilization, so you keep going instead of turning around, thinking you’ll get a cab back to the hostel. It would be too risky to get lost deep in the forest.

At the edge of the woods, there’s a path. It’s dusk, there’s no lighting, and you can’t see far. You start walking along the path and it turns into a drawbridge over a canal, where a dense fog is settling. A large building looms ahead. As you walk further, you can see it’s a stone castle. The canal was a moat. There are two flickering lights. You quicken your pace and walk toward the lights. The lights are two gas lamps on either side of a giant, double wooden door.

You knock and there’s no answer, but it creaks open. After waiting a few seconds, you step inside. The air is cool and dry. Pillar candles sparsely adorn the walls, not nearly enough to illuminate the whole area, but there are a few openings in the ceiling that would provide sunlight if it weren’t dark out.

The candles are lit, so someone must be home. You call, “Hello?” but no one answers.

The large wood door slams shut, startling you along with a few bats, which screech and fly up to the ceiling. You turn around and see no one. You follow the candles to a hallway. Your footsteps echo. The hall is lined with crevasses you can’t see into. A sense of dread sets over you, and you decide it’s time to leave rather than walk even deeper into this gloomy castle.

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When you’re almost back to the main entrance, you bump into an enormous human shape and your heart goes to your throat.

You stare straight up at the looming figure. He might be the largest man you’ve ever seen.

“I, uh, seem to be lost," you say. "I didn't mean to intrude. I just need to call a cab back to my hostel.”

In the flickering candlelight, you see the pale face of a man. His mouth is obscured by a tall, dark collar, but from the nose up, he looks like notorious escaped killer Michael Myers. Has he been hiding out here all these years?

The man sniffs the air like an animal and his nostrils seem to flare.

You swallow and begin to back up, but he grabs you by the throat. He slams you up against the cold, stone wall right next to a candle. His grip on your throat tightens and you squirm. He raises you up at least a foot off the ground to look at him face-to-face. You cough and gag and he loosens his grip, holding you instead with his hands on your arms. Your breath is visible in the air between you.

There’s no doubt in your mind it’s Michael Myers. He has the exact same features as Michael’s mask, and a scar on one eye. Something is off about him, though. He licks his lips. It’s not a mask. It’s his actual face, with the exact same features.

He leans in and you think you see a flicker of beautiful human eyes gazing down from above the collar, but he sniffs you and his eyes darken entirely. Even the whites of his eyes are black. Something feels very wrong about him, and yet something also stirs between your legs. There’s also an air of sensuality about him.

The stone is cold and rough behind your head. You’re grateful to be wearing your hiking clothes. Your sweatshirt allows you some buffer from the stone, but it still doesn’t feel good. Michael releases you and you fall to the ground. You start to stand up and wonder if he’s going to let you leave him in peace.

No, he doesn’t.

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He blocks the hallway so you can’t get back to the front door. He lets you walk the opposite direction, deeper, and darker into the castle, then follows after you. He’s not walking fast, but his stride is so long that he’s gaining on you as you run down the hall. You stumble over what feels like uneven cobblestone, unable to see, with Michael lumbering behind you. You hit a dead end and your only choice is a spiral staircase that only goes down.

You look back to see how close Michael is and you do a double take. His collar is enormous, making him look even larger than he is. He takes up the whole staircase. The stairs finally end and your stomach drops when you see iron bars in front of you. You’re in a dungeon. You scurry around looking for an exit, but there isn’t one. There are several cells, and each looks worse than the last. There are also a bunch of big metal hooks hanging from the ceiling. You don’t know what the equipment is, but it doesn’t look good. Iron, sharp objects, balls and chains, saws.

Michael looms patiently, blocking the exit, watching you. You get the sense he’s waiting for you to choose a cell for yourself. There’s nowhere for you to run, so you just stand there. Eventually, he forces you into a cell that has an awful looking chair with iron restraints and a cream-colored nightgown hanging from a hook.

He crowds you up against the wall and pulls a metal lever on the wall, which turns on a gas lamp. God, he’s huge. His jumpsuit is black. He licks his lips again and stretches his jaw. That’s when you see them – two small, sharp fangs. His tongue caresses the sharp point of one of them as he bends down and sniffs you, then lifts you up again. You whimper in horror. He brings his face to your jaw. His breath is ice cold on your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine and your nipples pucker. Blood rushes to your loins. Your body is confused.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you plead.

You urgently unbutton and unzip your pants, dip your finger inside yourself and bring it out so he can see your blood. “Here,” you say. “Take all you want.” You kick off your pants entirely. Your heart is racing but you pray this works.

He takes a long, hard sniff, closing his eyes. He likes what he smells. He puts your fingers in his mouth and sucks, giving you butterflies in the stomach. Then, he throws you down on the floor. As you look up at him, you see a bulge swelling in his jumpsuit. You scramble back into the corner and he prowls toward you. The scarred, white skin of his face moves as he clenches his jaw and flares his nostrils.

His massive, icy hands spread your knees apart, then he buries his face between your legs, nose first, drawing a long inhale. He growls, then digs in. His lips and tongue are cold and make you tingle. He laps every crevice of your folds. He plunges his tongue inside you and a knot forms in your core with his nose digging into your clit. He absolutely devours your cunt. He sucks harder and harder and periodically uses his fingers to pillage you for more blood. His enormous middle finger reaches all the way to your cervix. You’re throbbing and weak. Your thighs tremble. A large vein throbs across his forehead.

He unhinges his jaw and his mouth covers your entire seam like a vacuum. He sucks with so much pressure it feels like your whole uterus is emptying into his mouth. The suction does something to you. You tingle and throb and want more and more. He continues to suck with his mouth sealed around you, his fangs pressed into your folds, while his tongue violently scrapes your walls clean. The next thing you know, you hear your moan echo through the dungeon as you come in his face. He doesn’t let up. You writhe and pulse and your hips roll into his face until you can finally relax.

When he’s finished, he looks up at you with the lower half of his face covered in blood as you finish coming. His chest rises and falls. He picks up your underwear and jeans and smells them. He tears off your hoodie, shirt, and bra. He tosses the thin nightgown at you and takes your clothes with him as he leaves and locks you in the cell.

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You shiver and cry on the cold stone floor for what feels like hours. Your cramps are gone, but you’re freezing and scared. It’s so dark. You try opening the cell door, and you can't make it budge. You try to sleep, but you can’t get tired. Eventually, you explore the rest of the cell and find a sharp object that allows you to open the lock with some difficulty. You try to open the door as quietly as possible, but the scrape of metal on stone still echoes.

There's only one way out – up the spiral staircase and down the hall. You make it up the staircase, your heart pounding. Then you hear the thud of boots in the distance. There's nowhere for you to go, so you cower against the wall, making yourself as small as possible as the footsteps get louder. You dip your fingers into yourself and frantically check for blood, but there’s none. He took it all. What you do find is arousal. You feel a pang of shame, but it’s natural for your body to respond this way to a hot, hulking vampire that oozes sexual energy and already ate you out within an inch of your life.

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The footsteps stop, and you try to creep down the hall silently. You make it all the way to the front entrance, and as soon as you’re about to step into the large, open space, a massive hand shoots out and grabs you by the throat. He was waiting for you.

Once again, he slams you against the cold wall next to a pillar candle. You thrash and choke, and he releases his grip, catching you with his knee between your legs and his hands on your arms. The flame illuminates his haunting face. You stare into his black eyes and feel something happening to you. His nose comes to your neck and you feel the suction of his nostrils as he inhales your scent.

He grabs the candelabra on the wall and pulls it. The wall behind you begins to lower into the ground, and he throws you over his shoulder. The lowering stone sounds like a large drawbridge creaking and grinding. His hand slips between your legs while he waits for the secret door to lower completely into the floor. A large finger glides against your slippery clit, and you feel like you could pass out. He steps into the hidden passage and pulls another candelabra on the wall.

Gas flames flicker to life. He lumbers down the dimly lit hall. He's so tall, you feel like you're too close to the ceiling. You're afraid of where he's taking you. You pray it's not a shortcut to the dungeon.

Your hip rests against his stiff collar. Since you're facing backwards, you can't see where you're going, but you can see the walls of the passage are made of bones like an ossuary. Your heart sinks. What is he going to do to you?

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He bends his knees to crouch under an archway and comes to a stop. He pulls another candelabra and there’s more creaking and grinding. Then, he throws you down and you brace for impact but your back lands on something soft and velvet that continues to rise a few more inches before coming to a stop. When the grind of stone-on-stone stops, you hear faint organ music in the distance. You're lying face up on a padded, velvet altar of sorts. Your ass is at the edge with your legs hanging off. You try to sit up and he forces you back down.

He takes the nightgown off you and spreads your knees, wedging his enormous form between them. The altar is the exact height of his inseam. His pelvis presses into you, and the fabric of his black jumpsuit is silky and smooth against your dripping seam. His enormous package hardens right between your legs, and your whole body feels weak with arousal. The bulge is thick and pulses against you. All your blood rushes to your loins and your hips tilt, reflexively seeking more of him. He pushes into you harder, rolling his hard, satin-clad member against your naked, slippery clit.

He looms over you, observing you. His black eyes glisten and he tilts his head. He has the nicest Adam's apple, too, perfectly framed by his collar. He adjusts his collar, then begins to unzip his suit. His pale skin glistens in the flickering light. He brings the zipper down past where you can see and his monster cock springs out and slaps your clit, sending a rush of pleasure through you. He nestles the tip at your entrance. You throb with need and whimper in fear.

His large hands grab hold of your hips and jerk you toward him at the same time he thrusts forward, plunging his entire length into you. Your body screams and so do you as his obscene length splits you in two. He retreats then pushes in again and you whimper and cry. He puts his hands on your abdomen and slides them onto your breasts as his hips rock into you. His icy palms pucker your nipples. He explores your body, and you wince a little less with each thrust.

He lowers his head to your chest. Your body is starting to enjoy the feeling of his cock filling you up in short, slow thrusts. His mouth hovers over your nipple and his icy breath makes it painfully hard. He brings his face directly over yours and his soft thrusts turn into harder jabs.. Tension builds deep inside you.

His black eyes penetrate yours with his cock deep inside you. He opens his mouth and licks his lips. Your whole body prickles in goosebumps when you see his fangs again. There's a flash of something behind his eyes, something other than black. All the lights flicker out at once, but not before you see his collar drop and his jumpsuit fall around his waist. The faint music sounds louder with the lights out.

The pitch dark also makes his shaft feel even better as he rams into you. The cool skin of his chest meets yours, then his lips brush against your mouth. He slows his hips but continues to fill you to the brim with each rut. The tension inside you is overwhelming. You’re aching for release and your hips roll into him needily.

His cool tongue gently breaches your mouth and he kisses you passionately. His fang pricks you on the lip, then sucks it feverishly, and his already-hard cock swells even bigger and harder inside you as he fucks you and you start twitching on his cock.

When he’s done with your lip, he stills himself, taking an enormous breath in through his nose and slowing his hips almost to a halt, but not completely. You don’t want him to stop. Your hips rise into his and your legs wrap around him. He brings his lips to your jaw and drags them lightly down your neck, his nose brushing your chin as he moves his lips to the other side. He buries his steely cock inside you at a crawling pace that’s driving you mad.

He unhinges his jaw and seals his lips in the crook of your neck. His tongue circles your skin and his cock twitches inside you then slowly retreats and stops, half-in. His fangs graze you, then sink deep into your delicate neck at the same time his cock slams back into you. You jolt in pleasure. He moves his hips as he sucks your blood. A new life force surges through you and something old spills out. His cock erupts and so does the tension in your core. His fangs sink deeper and he sucks with superhuman power. He pulsates enormously inside you while you contract around him and cool waves of relief wash over your body. It’s not just physical – his fangs are drawing out all your fears and anxiety. It’s just fading away.

When he’s finished, the candles flicker back on. There are several large veins across his forehead and cheeks that deflate back into his smooth, pale skin as he stands up. You admire his ripped body and bullet wound scars as he pulls his jumpsuit sleeves back on. When he turns up his collar, a gust of wind blows out all the flames again and you feel a rush of excitement. But what’s strange is that somehow, you can still see his pale face. Not very well, not very much, but the darkness is no longer pitch-black.

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Vampire Michael HCs:

Hybrid 1978/2007. His face IS the mask. It’s smooth like the 1978 flashback in Halloween Kills, but he has veins in his face that bulge in the pattern of the RZ mask. Eyes are black, including the sclera. You rarely think you catch a glimpse of something else. Hot AF almost 200 cm, muscular, super strength.

Black jumpsuit, style of mechanic suit but in smooth, vampire uniform material. Enormous collar instead of cape.

Doesn't use electricity. Super high tech castle considering it's all totally analog. Has an altar that comes up out of the floor with handles each side conveniently placed for leverage as he fucks you.

And bonus version.of the cobbled together pic lol

almost forgot my little tag list lol Michael tag list: @ethanhoewke @rebel-blue @wolvesandvampires

#michael myers x reader #vampire!michael myers #michael myers x you #michael myers smut #michael myers #vampire x reader

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