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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Angel Of Death, Chapter 3

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of a hit, TW: detailed description of a torture/murders. Includes blood, guts, disturbing imagery, death of a character.

“They missed their window…”

“Good!” the man growled in a low tone, “take the god damned shot when you get it and don’t miss your own window!”

“Care about casualties?”

“Fuck em,” the man hissed, “the Paretti line ends with Nick…”

“And his angel?”

“The whore will find another dick to ride when her bankroll dries up,” the man replied darkly, “let her simmer. We’ll swoop in when we need to…pick up the pieces.”

The man didn’t respond. He only hung up and dropped the burner to the ground, crushing it under his vehicle’s wheel. Looking at his watch, he smirked. He’d planned on them making their window. Planned on shooting around the civilians without any extra loss of life…but now, now there was an opportunity for him. Now he was able to take the shot up close and personal and he didn’t seem to mind if there was anyone caught in the crossfire.

He had preferred it that way. If there was one thing that Steve Kemp hated it was an impersonal kill. He’d preferred to be close enough to see the light leave his targets eyes. To confirm the kill himself. There was something so amazing to him, so powerful in his mind that allowed him to be the one to take another human life and get away with it.

He lived for it.

And he smiled, watching Nick Paretti and his little angel getting into the blacked-out car. He felt his erection straining at his pants with the instant memory of her. His binoculars had managed to capture her pressed against the window of the estate’s bedroom, being pistoned into by Paretti. She was beautiful. She was deadly. But she was visibly attached to Paretti. What he wouldn’t give to have her on his side. Have her mewling under him. He could imagine it now.

He sighed to himself as he started his own vehicle, keeping a safe enough distance away as he followed them down to the gala.

“Who knows, sweet, little angel. Maybe you’ll be so distraught you’ll look into old contacts,” he purred hopefully. He thought back to when he’d made her acquaintance. They were much younger then, but time had only done her well, aging her like a fine wine. Her once pin-straight body had developed curves, breasts, and an ass that he just wanted to bite into. Everything about her screamed sin now, and it was one he would gladly trade his soul to have a taste of. He mused a little more to himself as he continued his drive, wishing about a future, “maybe…just maybe, little hellcat.”

He pulled a few blocks away, making sure that he was close enough to make a swift exit, but not too far as to be a hassle. He knew that once Paretti’s body was on the floor it would be no more than five minutes before cops showed up. He didn’t have a very big window.

As he made his way around, he groaned. It was a traditional gala with a red carpet and photographers at the front. Some bystanders on the street were watching everyone enter, checking off a who’s who of the city. Awkwardly shuffling his half-hard cock in his pants so that it wasn’t obvious, he managed to find a side door that he could scramble into without being noticed.

“You’re late! Party has already started, Kemp.”

Kemp saw a figure coming towards him, lit cigarette ashing before he stomped it beneath his foot. The colleague shook his head to the other hitman.

“It’s my job, Freezy…don’t get in the way!”

“I’m not here to fuck with him,” he chuckled, knowing why his colleague was at the gala, “its below my pay grade. I saw the ad…can’t believe you’re taking a job that low. Not even Lloyd would touch that, and that greasy fucker will do almost as much as I would.”

“Easy job.”

“Easy money, yeah…job…easy job…you’ve got to be fucking kidding yourself,” he chuckled in agreeance, but shaking his head as he thought about it, “the fallout will be so hard it makes Chernobyl seem like a Disney theme park.”

“I’m not afraid of a little fall out,” he smirked, “what? You too good to get your hands dirty now, Pronge?”

“You remember what she did when someone shot at him a few years ago?” he asked, glaring at the man, “and that just clipped him. She’ll go on a full fucking rampage, Kemp.”

Kemp rolled his eyes, “I’m not afraid of the little angel.”

Pronge scoffed, running his hand through his freshly buzzcut hair, “you’re stupid is what you are, Kemp…she’ll tear the city apart trying to find you.”

Steve felt his jaw twitch as he looked at his colleague, “We gonna have issues, Pronge?”

“She comes to me, we just might.”

Kemp frowned. Neither one of them had necessarily been close, but Pronge did work a lot of the same circles he did. They were both assassins and normally would duke it out for a good job. But when the hit fell down for Paretti he noticed Pronge never put out for it.

“I gotta up the count tonight?”

“Just a reminder, brother. You still have time to reconsider it before you take the job officially. You know who she’ll try and see first…and I won’t hold back, especially when the grieving girl offers up that tight little cunt as payment for information,” Pronge said softly as he fixed his tux, “but I’m not anyone’s angel…I just have a fucking brain. You make your choice…and I’ll make mine. In the meantime, I gotta get back to my date.”

“You have a date?”

“Took a security job,” he shrugged nonchallantly, “watching an heiress for tonight…gonna fuck her stupid in the bathroom while you’re doing your gig. Just came outside to grab a smoke before.”

Kemp nodded, standing outside for a moment as he watched Pronge go back in. The smallest bit of anxiety creeped into his head.

‘Was it going to be worth it?’

The last guy that had shot Paretti was Pierce. And she caught him alive then tortured him over the course of a month. No one, even Paretti knew where she had disappeared to. But she livestreamed his torture.

She had him strapped to a table and hooked up to fluids. There was a mirror above him, as she’d forced him to witness his torture. First, she shot him in the same exact place where Paretti had been shot. Then she slowly cut him. Everywhere. She forced him to tell a secret and when it wasn’t good enough, she would use a scalpel to make cuts along his body before dumping salt in them. She was sure that by the second day, no one wanted to find him, all too upset by their own personal secrets being told to the world. By the time it was a week in she’d ripped out his nails and most of his teeth and had shot him in the kneecaps.

They all knew that she wasn’t going to let the man go, but it was how she tortured him that made many of the family heads sick. She tortured him in a way that if by some miracle, someone did find him, he’d be forever maimed. The wounds that she refused to allow to close. Ripping out his teeth and nails…shooting him in his joints. All things that would cause long-standing issues.

By the second week she numbed him up, and began cutting off his fingers and toes, sending them to the other families. Just as a little way of saying his fingers pulled the trigger. So she was going to take him. His ears because he’d heard the deal and taken it. His tongue was sent out as well because he’d used his mouth to accept the deal, and speak his little lies to her when she first questioned him, saying he didn’t know who shot Nick. All pre-packaged and still dripping with blood.

By the third week she’d started electrocuting him. She’d interrogate him on the table and when she received an answer, she didn’t like she’d zap him. Which was quite frequently, considering he didn’t have any teeth or a tongue to enunciate. And his fingers were gone, so it wasn’t like he would be able to write it out. She was ruthless about it too, having lined the bottom of the table with water to make it shoot up the entirety of his body. At the end of the week, she cut off his lips and his eyelids and mailed those out as well, stating that he was going to see the last bits of himself fade away.

By the fourth week he was a husk of a man. His eyes were infected and drying up. None of his wounds had been treated with anything other than salt or pure alcohol so they had become festering messes. His screams even sounded hollow. She disassembled him with everyone watching, telling the men that were stupid enough to order the hit that they were next. And sure, enough that very night his detached head was sitting on a pike on the all father’s front lawn.

By the time morning came, when the all-father hadn’t removed the head, and the cops showed up, they noticed the door had been slightly opened.

It was nothing short of a horrific masterpiece. The all-father of Boston had been strewn across the house. His intestines wrapped around the railing to the stairs. His brain on the floor in the kitchen. His stomach right beside it. His body dismembered and laid out on the floor of his office like some macabre anatomy experiment. His heart outside the bedroom door. She’d taken his balls, a symbolic gesture, just to prove that she had them. When they opened the door, they saw Frigga dead in her bed, blankets tucked up to her chin, with a single bullet hole straight through her head.

They all knew who it was. They knew Paretti’s little angel had done it. But none of them were going to go after her. It wasn’t but a few days after, when Thor and Loki had buried their parents that they swore their loyalty to Paretti, fearing that they would be next.

And yet, even with all of that knowledge of how the deadly little vixen would react, Kemp pushed forward, into the gala, knowing what his fate would be if he did what he was hired to. But god, if he wasn’t turned on by the prospect of her coming after him. After her giving him a challenge.

Kemp found a waiter and knocked him out, dumping him off in a side room as he pulled on his clothes. As he straightened out his overcoat, he noticed Pronge shaking his head at him as he ushered his date for the night into the bathroom.

“Fucking idiot!” he heard him mutter. Kemp rolled his eyes at his colleague and turned his attention back to the task at hand. Heading back into the kitchen, he grabbed a platter and started towards the main hall.

The music was loud and annoying. The attitude of the snobby rich assholes was barely intolerable. And that’s when he smiled, seeing Paretti chatting up a few elected officials. He was careful to duck his head when he saw you looking around.

He frowned.

You were always on your guard. You were the enforcer for the Paretti family after all. If you weren’t so attractive, he would consider getting rid of you as well, but the pay wasn’t good enough, and unfortunately there was a deep-seated hope that you would crawl into his lap once this was all said and done with.

It took a few trays before you had finally opted to find your seats giving Paretti a quick kiss while he finished up his conversation with the officials. And that’s when he felt a rage deep within his belly as he saw the engagement ring on your finger. He growled to himself.

‘That fucking whore!’

The second you were gone he made his move, heading over to the group.

“Champagne, gentlemen?”

The officials took some, but Paretti shook his head.

“Come on, Nick…you just got engaged!” one of them commented, “celebrate a little before that sweet little thing makes sure fun is out of the question.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, “but if the Mrs. yells at me, I’m blaming you, McCoy!”

The two men chuckled as he took his glass. When he turned back around, Kemp walked by, making sure the needle tapped him in his arm. He noticed Paretti turn around a few seconds later, surprised at the sting he must have felt. Kemp smiled, dropping the tray on a table as he started to the back door.

And as he pushed through, he heard the commotion ensue.

A man called for an ambulance.

A woman screamed.

He knew that there would be no use once he heard the ‘thud’ of Paretti’s body hitting the floor. He was dead the second his legs gave out.

Chapter 4

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staysaneathome · 2 years

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Let’s Meet At The Gathering of the Witches (2)

It takes the Strangerling a week decide on a name.

It’s a fraught week, with them frequently bursting in on Jon while he’s working on a personal project with crises of confidence, even shaking him awake in a panic on three separate nights. It takes him a while to calm them down every time, and his intense dislike of Nikola and Stranger Witches grows slowly but steadily with every incident.

But eventually they settle on one they say “feels right”.

Jon’s never had any real opinion towards the name Robbie, but he thinks that it could grow on him.

He also appreciates that they settled on it in time for him to make the final modifications to his personal project and present it to them.

“We’re going to be going to a special gathering soon.” He tells them as they stroke the material of the face mask he’s sewn them, fingers rubbing over the small embroidered Robbie on the inside seam. “The Witches’ Gathering, to be precise. Witches of every level and their familiars will be there, which means we can take you to meet the Grand Witch of the End. She’s an old friend, she’ll be able to ensure your safety and freedom.”

Robbie’s eyes are wide and focused as he continues. “However, that does mean that Nikola and others of her ilk will also be present. If you feel comfortable with chancing this, the mask should hide some of your more…discernable qualities, but only if you keep it on, stay close to me or Martin, and don’t draw attention to yourself. It’ll make you look more like an Eye Witch’s familiar, but that’ll fall apart if anyone investigates. Unfortunately illusions aren’t exactly my specialty.”

He watches them consider this, thumbing the enchanted fabric of the mask again while he gnaws on his lower lip.

“Well?” He bursts out, nervy and impatient. “If you don’t want to, it’s, it’s fine, you can stay here and keep that Damn Cow out of the garden while I’m away, but. But.”

Robbie looks back up at him.

Their signing is much more fluid with all the practice they’ve been doing.

Martin does not look as insufferably pleased as Jon thought he would when they meet at the Gathering.

Satisfied, yes, but not entirely content to be so. Jon ponders what this means.

Frey Lukas, on the other hand, is every bit as insufferable as Jon knew xey would be, all genial, superficial politeness like xir maddening buffoon of an uncle, if less practiced.

“Pleasure to meet you, Robbie.” Xey say, looking mildly distasteful when Robbie shakes xir hand vigorously.

“I like your mask.” Martin says kindly, making Robbie puff their chest up with pride and lift a hand to their chin to sign, “Thank you. Jon made it for me.”

Admittedly Jon is himself quite proud of how well the illusion turned out. Eye Witches can’t hide things like Dark, Fog, and Stranger Witches, can’t distort them like Spiral Witches can, but they can redirect attention, focus the eye (heh) on something other than the obvious.

In this case, the mask draws attention to Robbie’s eyes over the rest of their form, even somehow giving them the same all-knowing gleam Jon sees when he looks in the mirror.

“Are you ready to go, then?” Frey Lukas asks, drawing Robbie away from Jon.

Robbie looks back at him, mildly alarmed, and Jon finds himself reaching out to take hold of their sleeve. “What do you think you’re doing?”

That at least cracks the famed Lukas apathy, as an unsure look skitters across Frey’s face. “I. Um?”

“Jon,” Martin’s tone is exasperated, if fond. “They don’t allow apprentices and familiars into the inner sanctum while the main meeting’s going on, remember? They all have to wait outside until after.”

Something of Jon’s retort must show on his face, because Martin immediately says, “And it’d look suspicious if you insisted on staying out here with them, which is the last thing we want. Look, I’ll help you broach the topic to Georgie, and Frey will take good care of Robbie out here, I promise.”

Frey Lukas, Jon thinks mulishly, does not look nearly confident enough to be worthy of Martin’s faith. Still, xey give him a weak grin and a thumbs up.

Robbie stares up at Jon, nervous and unsure.

“There’d better not be a hair out of place on their head when we return.” He warns the little Lukas. “Don’t let them get, I don’t know, stabbed or anything.”

Not even twenty minutes into the Gathering, and Jon’s remembered why he hates coming to these things.

The Grand Witch of the Buried, Hezekiah Wakeley, and Basira Hussain, Hunt Witch, glare daggers at each other when they aren’t both glaring at Jon. The Dark’s Grand and lesser Witches have already extinguished all the candles in their corner with designs on the rest of them. The Grand and lesser Witches of the Flesh are trying to rope anyone not quick enough to escape into their argument over whether adults or children are more succulent. The Grand Witch of the Stranger, Nikola Orsinov, is in attendance along with the Witch who Jon Knows is Not Sasha James.

Elias is thankfully embroiled in a conversation with Grand Witch of the Vast, Simon Fairchild, and the fellow-apprentice-thief Peter Lukas, so Jon can hide behind Martin and avoid all attempts to catch any of his eyes as they make their way over to where the witches of the End are.

“Well, well, look what bad penny turned up.”

He has to resist the urge to audibly groan. “Melanie.”

The Slaughter Witch grins at him. It isn’t a friendly expression. “Jon. Heard you got yourself a familiar, at long last.”

Jon opens his mouth in instinctive denial, but is saved by Martin’s elbow to his side.

“Oh, ah. Well. Yes.”

Melanie surprises him by nodding, almost cordially. “Got one myself, recently. Ghost kid, but he’s taken to the Slaughter like nothing else. Alfie says he hasn’t seen anyone with so much potential since, well. Me.”

Georgie draws abreast of Melanie, resplendent in all her End finery. “That’s not what you were saying a few weeks ago. I seem to recall something about ‘if that floaty brat smashes one more plate’…?”

Melanie jabs an finger in a way that would surely mean a declaration of war between anyone else. “Yeah, yeah, well, we all have growing pains. And it was my good china too. What about you, Jon? Yours driving you up the wall too?”

“Ah.” Jon fumbles, casting about for what to say. “Nn-yes? Well, it’s not like they’re—? They could be. Tidier. And less…eager. I’m not sure they’ll be a good match for Eye magic, conduit-wise.”

“Oh?” Oliver Banks, End Witch, pipes up. “Well, sorry to hear it. You’re a good witch Jon, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.”

Martin rolls his eyes with a nearly inaudible scoff, for some reason.

Jon tries for a strained smile, feeling oddly wrong-footed. “Yes, well. It’s not like they’re completely hopeless. Good at hunting. Bit too good, to be honest, lord I was getting worried about whether they’d wreak havoc on the local ecosystem for a while there. At least Robbie takes instruction well. They started out not knowing a, a mote of sign language, and now they can hold basic conversations! After only a few weeks of study. And, and they’re getting better at herb gathering, found a new strain of monkshood all on their own, they showed Martin, didn’t they, Martin? And—”

Jon becomes aware that Martin is subtly making a slicing-the-neck motion.

Everyone’s staring at him. Melanie and Oliver are blinking, nonplussed.

Georgie is smiling, for some reason.

“They sound wonderful, Jon.” She says gently. “It’s great that you’ve got a good familiar now. I’d love to meet them afterwards, if that’s okay.”

Jon has no idea what to say to that, but fortunately the meeting is called to order before he can.

This Gathering of the Witches is more of the same bickering and thinly veiled one-upmanship as the others.

The only thing of real note is that Orsinov complains of poaching over the Stranger’s borders, but Desolation Witch Jude Perry makes a remark about kindling that devolves into another argument.

By the end of it all, Jon’s head is throbbing and he’s eager to escape the pandemonium of the meeting for the relative peace of the outside.

They exit the inner sanctum to the sound of screaming.

Jon’s Eyes snap to attention and take in the facets of the scene:

The apprentice of the Dark, Callum Brodie, is flat on his back with a bloody nose.

A ghost who Jon presumes is Melanie’s familiar is floating in the middle of the fray, mouth open in a war cry as fragments of glass and metal fly at anything that moves.

The familiar of the Web has already been punctured by several of these, red bowler hat ruined, and Tim Stoker, familiar of the Desolation, has taken the opportunity to get a few blows of his own in.

One of the Stranger’s familiars, Breekon-or-Hope is rapidly sinking into the earth. The other one is being rapidly subsumed by butterflies, much like the apprentice of the Vast.

This predicament doesn’t seem to have stopped the Fairchild from trapping Julia Montauk of the Hunt in what appears to be zero G, judging from the way her face is going a purplish-green.

The apprentice of the Corruption is sitting on the floor, wailing as more and more butterflies pour from him in an unending flurry.

That awful familiar the Spiral was somehow hoodwinked into taking on is curled up on the floor wailing, but that’s not unusual behavior for Trexel Geistman.

Petra Ito, the Buried apprentice, has somehow ended up in the arms of Frey Lukas, both of them trying to stay out of the fray.

The Monster Pig which serves as a familiar for the Flesh is standing in the middle of it all placidly, untouched by the chaos.

Robbie is not nearly so lucky.

Jon’s eyes catch sight of them clutching at their chest and staggering backwards one, two, three steps.

They almost look surprised to see him as they’re swallowed up by a haze of fog on the fourth.

Compulsion magic runs hot and slick along Jon’s vocal cords, curls oily around his tongue, seeps into the gaps between his teeth.

Jon would be perturbed by how little he minds the overflow of power, but he’s too busy commanding everyone to “Stop.”

Everything freezes.

Even the Strangers, the Spiral and the Slaughter, which take poorly to any attempts at orders, are now stock still.

Jon advances, glass shards and metal fragments crunching under his boots. His march avoids the butterflies where they’ve fallen, paralyzed and quivering.

Frey Lukas currently bears a stunning amount of resemblance to those insects.

Xey’re physically taller than Jon and still holding the Buried apprentice in xir arms, but Jon wouldn’t be half the witch he is if he hadn’t learned how to loom over people regardless of height. “Where is my familiar?”

The little Lukas shudders, mouth opening helplessly. “I-I hid Robbie in the Fog! I only looked away a, a moment, and then everything was chaos, and, and I had to protect them but I wasn’t, wasn’t fast enough to stop—I’m sorry—”

Jon’s opening his mouth again, preparing to Ask, make xem Tell him exactly what’s happened here, when an even larger figure of fog pours into the gap between them, form taking on shape and color like liquid filling a mold.

The Grand Witch of the Fog, Peter Lukas, does not look very happy at all.

“I suggest you get your subordinates under control, Elias.” He says, blithe. “I’m sure it’d be upsetting for everyone if drastic measures needed to be taken for this slight.”

Jon can feel his face contorting into a snarl, the eyes he keeps closed in polite company Opening, compulsion pin-pricking his lips, sliding like honey and oil down his throat—

“O-oh, okay Robbie, easy there duck, gently now—oh. That is. That is a lot of blood, isn’t it.”

His eyes snap to the sound of Martin’s voice, drinking in the sight of him curled around a desaturated and silently shivering Robbie. The blood spilling between their fingers is ruby-bright compared to the rest of them.

And the sight of Nikola, leaning over the pair of them, person-shaped in only the loosest, most pantomime sense of the word with a ghoulish smile on her stolen lips.

“A quiet one, aren’t you?” She croons, menace in her bright tone. “Where ever did you find this one, Jonathan?”

Jon can’t answer, a wave of terror crashing over him and rooting him to the spot.

By contrast his eyes are clustering around Martin and Robbie, as if they can somehow keep Nikola from doing anything if there are simply enough of them watching her, watching them.

But he’s not Elias, can’t freeze people in place with his gaze alone, so all this means is that he has the perfect view of Martin’s breath hitching involuntarily, of his grip tightening, of Nikola’s smile widening, of Robbie—

Robbie is squirming, not quite pushing so much as wriggling around Martin to put themselves between him and the Grand Witch, stance set and glaring up at their tormentor with hard eyes even as they tremble.

A third eye opens on the bridge of their nose, just above the mask.

A fourth attempts to blink their fringe away from where it’s appeared on their forehead.

The fifth that’s formed between all four of them, huge and bulging and the color of Jon’s own, is easily the most unpleasant of them all.

Robbie’s extra eyes glare up at the Grand Witch of the Stranger, furious and protective.

The spectacle is enough to make Nikola draw back slightly, confusion plain on her face.

In fairness, Jon is quite confused himself.

Robbie’s mask is only meant to redirect attention, not allow them to sprout vestigial eyes.

“Well.” Elias’ voice is, as usual, both unwelcome and slimy, like vegetables left out to rot. “Regardless of where they came from, it’s clear this one can only be a familiar of the Eye. Now that that’s settled, I’d say there’s been enough ruckus for one day without causing any more casualties, wouldn’t you all?”

The good thing about Elias interceding is that everyone is much more willing to drop whatever matters are at hand in favor of picking them up later at a more discrete time and place, though Nikola is clearly very grudging about it.

The bad thing about Elias interceding is that in return for his help, Jon and Robbie now have to travel back with him instead of on their own.

His carriage is an old, ostentatious thing, eyes and mirrors decorating every facet so anyone within or without is always watching and watched, the subject of constant scrutiny.

Also the upholstery is the most lurid shade of green.

Robbie’s extra eyes are still very much present, much to their distress and Jon’s consternation.

“Hold—hold still—“ Jon tries to use his magic to dispel the eyes again, to no avail. It worked perfectly to heal up their wound to an angry red scab so why…?

Elias sighs, the same way he did when he first told Jon that Martin was lost to the Fog. “Take that mask off.”

Robbie jerks. Their hands tremble as they come up to unhook the mask, eyes darting to Jon pleadingly before squeezing shut.

Jon has the oddest urge to put his hand on their shoulder or something, even though he knows nothing he does will help.

It takes a moment, but after the mask comes off the extra eyes start to gradually shimmer, then melt away as though they’d never been in the first place.

“I thought so.” Elias says, smug even as Robbie begins patting their face to check whether anything else unexpected has sprouted there. “Really Jon, I can appreciate the spirit of experimentation, but did you have to use the Gathering as your testing ground?”

“What are you talking about?” Jon demands as Elias leans back, the very picture of satisfaction. It’s enough to make him almost miss the very early days of his apprenticeship, back when Elias seemed more concerned with concocting recreationals than with cryptic remarks.

“It’s really quite simple, Jon. It,” A lazy hand waved in Robbie’s direction, who freezes with one hand holding their nose and the other their ear. “Is a product of the Stranger, whose magic centers on illusion and mimicry. And you crafted an talisman imbued with the magic of the Eye for it, with the express purpose of concealing what it was from Orsinov. Really, it couldn’t have asked for a better template.”

Jon tries to follow the logic, brow furrowed. “So the magic…mixed, somehow?”

Elias sighs like he did when Tim gave himself to the Desolation. “In a sense. It would be more accurate to say that your familiar incorporated your magic into its mimicry of the Eye—or to be specific, of you as a Witch the Eye, in defense of itself and Mister Blackwood. It was only able to produce a throughly inadequate likeness, of course, but close enough to fool the uninitiated.”

Jon looks at Robbie.

Robbie looks back, shoulders hunched, still a bit pale from blood loss, and the mask somehow back on their face without him noticing.

“It’s fascinating of course. The extent to which the Stranger can mimic the abilities of other witches and various beings, and the limitations therein. Can’t be Unknown unless there is something to Know in the first place after all.” Elias huffs a laugh, like he did when news came that Sasha was now Not. “I’d investigate it myself, but well. You know how that turned out.”

Jon stares at his mentor and allows himself to simply hate. Just for a moment.

“Still. I did have a list of acceptable candidates prepared for when you began hankering after familiars and apprentices of your own, but as always Jon, you continue to exceed expectations.”

Elias leans forward, the glint in his eyes magnified and replicated tenfold.

“I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.”

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rubykgrant · 2 months

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Idea for a Magnus Archives AU (that I don't have time to write all the way out, but it still intrigues me~)

At some point after Martin's father left, but when he was still very young, somebody offered to bring Mrs Blackwood some furniture. Used, but still in good condition. She refused, insulted by the idea that she needed "pity" or "charity", despite the fact that her health is already making things difficult... one day, while her son is at school, she hears a knock at the door. It takes her a while to get there. When she finally opens it, whoever knocked is gone, but they have left behind a table.

She assumes it was the same person as before, and is now irritated that they have "dumped" their old junk on her doorstep. A neighbor sees and offers to at least bring it inside. She decides it may as well be put to use, so she lets the neighbor move it in. Alone in the house, she looks the table over. It certainly isn't new, but isn't too beat-up or broken. It has a VERY unique pattern... almost like an optical illusion...

When Martin gets home from school, he's surprised to see that his mother is in the kitchen, getting ready to cook dinner; she hasn't done that in a year! He offers to help, or just make himself a sandwich and canned soup if she wants to rest, but she assures him that she's feeling MUCH better. This continues for several months, the doctors are amazed by what seems to be a miracle recovery! All the neighbors and old friends agree, she's also had a change in attitude lately, but it all seems for the better. Her son is especially happy... his mother seems so much more "gentle" than she used to be, and she doesn't even make him drink oolong tea with her anymore. She's decided that Earl Grey is better.

Nobody notices that her hair is a different length, a different color. Nobody notices the shape of her eyes and jawline has changed. Nobody notices that she's taller. Not any friends, neighbors, doctors, or family. Even all the photographs in the house have changed. A different woman is holding a tiny, newborn baby. A different woman is sitting next to a small Christmas tree, helping a child open a present. Nobody notices... except for one person.

When Mr Blackwood heard from an old friend that the wife he left had recovered, he suddenly had second thoughts. He really had thought she would die, and he must have had some sort of break-down. He couldn't handle it, so he ran away... but he's thinking clearly again. It has nothing to do with the fact that he also heard his wife recently got a new job, a very well-paying one with the kind of health plan that a spouse could share. It has nothing to do with the fact that he isn't feeling well himself lately, and he's noticed that he has nobody to take care of HIM. It has nothing to do with the fact that he hasn't been able to find work, and he also can't find a place to live. He just wants to go back because he misses his wife and son. That's all.

When Mr Blackwood returned, he brought flowers. To apologize. He knocked on the door, and heard a muffled voice call- "Come in!". He picked a time of day when he knew Martin would be at school, so he and his wife could reunite with some privacy. He expected his wife to be upset. He expected his wife to be angry, maybe cry, or try to throw something at him. He expected it would take time for his wife to let him explain, then forgive him. He expected HIS WIFE. The woman in this home was not his wife... she said she was, she smiled, used his name like she knew him, but she WASN'T. Her voice, face, EVERYTHING was different! This was wrong, why was this strange woman here?

He ran away, even though she called for him to stay. He tried to speak with their friends, her family... everybody acted like he was crazy. They acted like the woman claiming to be his wife was right. After months and months of trying to talk some sense into people, he finally remembers Martin; surely a child would know their own mother? Mr Blackwood has been watching the house, and he sees little Martin kiss the woman good-bye, then leave for school. As if everything was normal. He can't stand it anymore! He bursts through the door, shouting at the woman to tell the truth, but the noise alerts the neighbors, who call for help, and he leaves...

He stays away for more than a year, but he never went far. He kept watching. He tried to figure out WHY somebody would pretend to be his wife, and HOW she could fool everybody. It never makes any sense. He comes back again, in the middle of winter. Martin is sleeping over at a friend's house. Mr Blackwood has been sleeping in an old treehouse, long abandoned by the kids who built it. He can't stand the idea of that strange woman sleeping in the bed that SHOULD be his (that would have been his, if he hadn't left). He uses his key to open the back door. She hasn't changed the locks. He goes in, ready to be rough if necessary; he will get the truth if it kills him.

Around 2 in the morning, Mrs Blackwood calls for help. Her husband, the one who left her, the one who came back and threatened her, just tried to attack her! She fought back, and he ran off again. No trace of him is ever found. When Martin comes home, they have a discussion, and decide it isn't safe to life here anymore. So they move, not too far, Martin can still visit people he knew growing up. The new house is much nicer, in a safe neighborhood.

They take just about everything with them, except for a few large pieces of furniture they sell. Mrs Blackwood wants to keep the table with the unique pattern, though. She's grown rather fond of it. The movers she hired are... odd, but they get everything to the new home very quickly. When his mother speaks with the two of them beside their truck, Martin watches from a window, and he has the strangest feeling that... his mother might just step up into it, and ride away with them. Then she'll be gone, and he'll be alone. He can't explain why, but he almost expects it to happen.

She doesn't leave. She comes back inside, smiling, and hugs her child. Why wouldn't she? As the years go by, Martin wonders about his father; why the man left, why he came back, why he seemed so confused about who his own wife was. Martin also wonders what his father looked like, as none of the pictures they saved show his face. Mrs Blackwood tells her son- "I suppose there's a resemblance, but when I look at you, I just see YOU, not him. I love you too much to see your father in your features".

Martin grows up happy and safe with his mother. He's able to finish school, and eventually starts working at a bakery. Later, when he moves out to get his own place, he finds a job at a restaurant-confectionery in London. His mother didn't want him living so far away, but he really wants to sort of "get out in the world", have some experience on his own. Someday, he'd like to have his own tea shop and cafe. He works from the middle of the day to late shifts at the cafe, and he gets to know some of the regulars very well. One woman, Sasha, comes in often to get food and drinks for her coworkers. Martin likes chatting with her, and eventually meets Tim when they come to have lunch together. He considers them to be friends.

One day, they call and tell Martin they want to order the most extravagant cake possible for their boss; it is his birthday, and they are going to be obnoxious about it, but also trick him so he doesn't know they've planned something. Martin offers to bring it over himself, so they can pretend to not be up to anything. This is how he enters the Magnus Institute. This is how he meets Jonathan Sims. This is how he starts learning about the strange things they research here. This is how he sees a picture of a table with a very curious pattern. This is how he asks if he can listen to the statement about that table...

#the magnus archives #martin blackwood

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endless-summer-soldier · 7 months

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cruel to be kind - chapter four

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (90s college AU)

summary: it started with a dare. Bucky restlessly pursues Y/N, seeking just one date. as he chases her, he realizes she's different from she challenges him, so he starts to catch feelings. but it all falls apart when she learns about his initial motivations. based on 10 things I hate about you!

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Bucky took a deep breath as he sat in the announcers’ booth in the sports stadium. He was about to make a total fool of himself and he was hoping it would be worth it. Y/N said sweet talk wouldn’t work on her, so Bucky decided to step up his game. They say actions speak louder than words, right?

The field hockey team was currently running drills toward the end of their practice and he knew this was his moment. He flipped on the microphone, turned on the stadium speakers, and signaled to his collaborators to get in position.

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

You’d be like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

Bucky took a few steps down the bleachers as the field hockey team paused their training to determine where the singing was coming from.

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I’m alive

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off of you

He pointed right at Y/N as he emphasized the ‘you’ of the last line. A brief pause followed the verse then he heard a whistle from the drum major and the handful of marching band members he coerced started playing their respective instruments to the familiar tune. The girls on the field started giggling at the interruption and all eyes were on Bucky. He gave a quick wink to Y/N before continuing.

I love you, baby

And if it’s quite alright

I need you, baby

To warm the lonely night

I love you, baby

Trust in me when I say

Oh pretty baby

Don’t bring me down, I pray

Oh pretty baby

Now that I’ve found you stay

And let me love you, baby

Let me love youuuu

By this point he noticed a security guard in a bright yellow shirt approaching and he knew he had to make a quick exit. He stood in the middle of the bleachers and started running down toward the bottom row. The band continued on playing as Bucky made his escape. Another security guard was making his way up the bleachers, so Bucky pivoted and started running laterally. He was lucky in that his pursuers were wannabe mall cops who weren’t in the best shape so out-running them was a breeze. He looked back down at the field hockey team and found them all laughing heartily at the encounter while Y/N stood there in a state of shock and amusement. Bucky put on his entertaining hat and paused for a moment and started dancing. One of the security guards caught up to him, but Bucky jumped down a row on the bleachers and gave him a quick pat on the bum before darting off. He jumped off the bleachers and gave a quick bow to his audience before running out of the stadium. The whole crowd was cheering and laughing, except for the one person he was seeking approval from. He caught her eye as she stood there with her arms crossed, shaking her head, with a wry smile on her face.

Bucky sat in the lecture hall and tapped his pencil on the desk while the TA handed out the test. He was ill prepared and he knew it. He could usually bullshit his way through his courses but calculus took no prisoners.

He let out a deep sigh as he studied the first question, wracking his brain to remember the unit circle.

“James Barnes,” he heard. He popped his head up and saw his professor searching for him. Bucky squeezed past his classmates and strode down the steps to the lecturer’s desk.

“James, I just received a call that there’s been a family emergency that requires your attention. You’re excused from the exam to go deal with the situation. Email me once everything has been resolved and we’ll find a time for you to make up the test.”

Bucky’s heart dropped and he was immediately concerned with the news. Things must’ve been pretty bad for him to be pulled from class. He wasn’t even sure how he responded to the professor but he numbly rushed out of the lecture hall.

As he burst out of the building, he found Y/N standing there with a knowing look on her face.

“Well someone’s in a rush,” she commented.

“Sorry, I can’t talk. I’ve gotta call my Ma.”

“Family emergency?”

“Yeah, how’d you…know…”

She merely shrugged. “There is no family emergency, is there?” he asked.

She shook her head with a growing smile. “You did this?”

“I mean you did embarrass yourself in front of the entire field hockey team for me, so I figured it was the least I could do.”

“So what now?” he asked.

“Are you telling me you’ve been chasing after me all these weeks and you don’t have any date ideas?” she retorted.

“Oh it's a date now?”

She gave him a warm smile and ceded, “It’s a date.”

They found themselves walking along the boardwalk as the sun began to peek through the clouds. The beach was close to the campus but just far enough away that it wasn’t usually flooded with students. Considering it was a weekday, the boards were pretty empty aside from the occasional retiree walking their dog.

“Have you been out here before?” he asked her.

“I think I came here with my family when we first looked at the school, but that was years ago.”

“I come out here to think sometimes.”

She looked at him with a sense of wonder, “What do you have to think about? Your poor choices?”

He scoffed at that, “If only it were that simple.”

Before she could ask a follow up question, they heard two chimes of a bell. Bucky reacted instantly and grabbed her elbow pulling her toward him as the surrey bike flew past them, two teenage girls giggling as they avoided impact.

“Never understood the appeal of those things,” he commented.

“You’ve never been on a surrey?” she asked. He shook his head and she grabbed his hand.

“Come on,” she said, pulling him toward the bike rental stand.

Moments later, they were pedaling away, learning how to steer via trial and error. After a few minor crashes, they fell into a rhythm, pedaling together on the open boards.

“You know, you’re actually pleasant when you put your guard down,” he stated.

“Oh is that so?” she challenged.

“Honest. So why do you act out the way you do?”

She let out a deep sigh, “Ah, onto the hard hitting questions now.”

“Don’t try to talk around this. I want an answer.”

She thought for a moment, “I don’t like to do what people expect. Why should I have to live up to other people’s expectations?”

“So you disappoint them first.”

She shrugged a silent confirmation.

“Well you screwed up,” he said. She turned to look at him and he continued, “You never disappointed me.” A blush crept up her cheeks and she turned away, hiding the smile that was slowly forming. Giddiness was something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“What about you? What’s your story?”

“Grew up in Brooklyn. Raised by a single mom. I have a little sister.”

“And how do you explain your tough exterior?”

“I just genuinely don’t care what people think of me.”

“And why do you think that is?”

“My best friend growing up was a bit of a runt and he was always picked on. Yet even when he was bullied, he wanted to be liked and he would do anything to be accepted. And that always made me so upset because he was so much better than them and yet all he wanted was their approval. I didn’t want to be like that. So I decided to just go out there and be myself and maybe I am an asshole, but at least I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not.”

“That’s oddly refreshing. I wish I could be more like that.”

“The only part that sucks is that I met you.”

She scoffed, “And that sucks?”

“It does, because I do care about what you think of me.”

She became flustered yet again, but this time she deflected with humor. “Bucky Barnes, do not get all cheesy on me now.”

“I thought you liked cheese?”

“I mean, I like some havarti on a sandwich but I’m lactose intolerant when it comes to men.”

“Understood, no more cheesy lines.” They sat in comfortable silence, pedaling along when the bells and music of the arcade graced their ears.

“How would you feel about a little friendly competition?” he asked, as if reading your mind.

“I hope you’re ready to lose,” she replied, shooting him a big smile.

“Let me guess, you want to show off your strength on the boxing machine?” she said, pointing to the seven foot machine that was covered in red, white, and blue.

“I’m insulted that you think I’m that much of a moron.”

“Then what did you have in mind? Mortal Kombat?”

“Skeeball.”

She grinned, “Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he replied. Y/N was very competitive, and Bucky couldn’t believe how much of a turn on it was.

They lined up next to each other and slid two quarters into the slots as the balls poured into place. They both looked toward each other and Bucky counted them down. On three, they both grabbed a ball and rolled it up their respective lanes. Y/N’s hit the middle slot with ease, while Bucky’s reached the high score on the top corner. Y/N glanced over at him and saw his score adding up quicker than her own. She decided to intervene. As he wound up his next ball, she bumped her hip into his side and his ball flew off target, falling into the bottom of the board.

“You’re playing dirty with me?” he asked.

She shrugged, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think that was just a bad shot.”

“Bad shot my ass,” he grinned, as he shot his next ball. He couldn’t let her get away with that, so he waited for her to grab her last ball. As soon as she wound up, he swooped in and grasped her hips, picking her up with ease and flipping her over his shoulder.

“Bucky! Put me down!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“I have one more shot left!”

“Take it up here then.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh I am completely serious.” He took a few steps back from the skeeball machines and stopped. “Shoot away,” he smiled.

She hit him on his back with her free hand until she realized her efforts were pointless, he was too strong.

“Fine, but I want a rematch,” she gave in. Bucky turned her so that she was facing the lane and she somehow managed to aim straight enough to make contact, but it didn’t have enough force. The ball rolled back down towards them and Bucky deftly placed Y/N on the ground and picked up the ball. He lined up and took her final shot, landing it in the top right corner. Her score totaled and she had outscored Bucky by 50 points.

She stared at him and said, “This time, I’m beating you without your help.”

They played a few more games before switching to the basketball shooting game. Bucky must’ve played basketball at some point in his life because he made most of his shots. They continued wandering through the arcade, stopping to play games that interested them. Y/N spotted a photo booth across the way and took Bucky’s hand, pulling him behind the curtain.

Bucky fed his money into the machine and they browsed through the templates until they found one with stars around the border.

“Okay, silly pose first,” Y/N announced as she pressed the start button. She stuck her tongue out at the camera while Bucky gave her bunny ears and crossed his eyes. The second frame came quickly and they were captured in a candid transition to the next pose. The third frame they were ready for. As Y/N bared her pearly whites to the camera, Bucky placed his hand on her cheek and turned her toward him.

Before she even realized what was happening, Bucky leaned in and captured her lips with his. She initially froze but easily fell into the kiss, allowing his tongue access to her mouth. She placed her hand on his shoulder and he tightened his grip on her, not wanting to let go. They were interrupted by the sound of the photostrip printing out. Y/N pulled away and collected the photos, studying the two of them and how adorable the photos came out.

“I guess our time here is up,” he commented, planting a quick kiss on her cheek. Y/N poked her head out from behind the curtain to look around the arcade. There was no one else in sight, so she returned to the booth. “I think we can stay in here just a little longer,” she said, finding his lips again.

Giddy was the only word to describe her current mood. She had forgotten what it felt like to be giddy. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint the last time she felt this way, but she thought it was around the time she turned nine and had her birthday party at the roller rink.

As she walked back into her apartment building, with Bucky smiling by her side, she knew she’d remember this moment. Little did she know how quickly the mood would shift.

She was unlocking the door to her apartment when she heard that voice.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Zemo called, approaching the couple with Sam in his wake.

Bucky felt a chill go down his spine. He knew nothing good could come from this interaction.

“Hey guys,” Bucky said tensely, obviously not wanting to engage in conversation.

“We haven’t seen you around much, Barnes,” Zemo added.

“Been busy,” he said tersely.

“You’ve been spending time with our next door neighbor here and haven’t even bothered to swing by and say hi?”

Y/N was studying this interaction closely, sensing the tension in the air.

“Guess it just slipped my mind,” he retorted.

“Well, I have to commend you on the commitment,” Zemo smiled.

“Commitment?” Y/N questioned, looking at Bucky. He clenched his fist, highly considering knocking out his former friend just to get him to stop talking.

“Leave it man,” Sam said, nudging Zemo. But it only encouraged him more.

“Commitment to the bit,” Zemo said, looking right at Y/N this time. She returned his stare, trying to figure out what his angle was. She didn’t bite, but he elaborated anyway.

“Barnes here only asked you out because we dared him to.” His gaze shifted to Bucky and he said, “Job well done, by the way. It really looks like you’re interested in her. Would’ve fooled me.” And with that, Zemo walked off. Sam stood there and gave Bucky an apologetic look before he turned and followed his roommate.

Y/N stared up at Bucky and he was afraid to look down and meet your eye.

“So all of this was just a big joke to you?” she asked.

“Y/N, let me explain…”

“Fuck you,” she said, biting back tears. She walked into the apartment and slammed the door in his face. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to be strong. This was why she didn’t let people in. She couldn’t let herself get hurt.

“Fuck!” Bucky said, as he walked out of the apartment complex. He slammed his fist into the glass window next to the door. The glass shattered but remained intact, leaving a strangely beautiful web of broken shards. He studied his fist, not bothered by the pain, but he knew he needed to tend to his bleeding knuckles. He went home, trying to figure out how he would dig himself out of this one.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #college au

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and-fishing-equipment · 2 months

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tma au where everything is the same except every time a new character walks into jons office to talk to him mr brightside starts playing in the distance and you can hear the faint sobbing of martin blackwood

#tma #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jmart #jonmartin

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milkteamoon · 4 months

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2023 fanfic review ✨

Meant to do a wrap up a few days ago but I got busy — so I'm doing it today! Here's a big long list of fics I read and enjoyed in 2023 (not all were published in 2023, but several were!). Ratings may vary, so please read the tags!

▷ Ask an Exec by shinyopals — (rated T, complete, 6/6) A series of posts to a workplace management advice form made by a particularly strange poster. This one was so fun to read along with, and Opal always nails it with the unique storytelling methods.

▷ And We Are Full of Stories to be Told by saintbleeding — (rated T, oneshot) a meeting somewhere else. Just...just read it. You'll like it, I promise.

▷ Particular by aza — (rated G, oneshot) Jon doesn't like anyone, but sometimes he likes this one. I love a good ace Jon fic.

▷ Stay Here Under My Tail by ravenxavier — (rated M, oneshot) after Jon's statement habits are discovered, him and Daisy take a ride. I love this fic's depiction of Jon and Daisy's relationship, with just the right amount of s4 anxiety.

▷ The Wounded and the Blessed by hihereami — (rated T, oneshot) an au set in the 1950s where a priest makes friends with a very lonely doctor. Y'all, the yearning in this fic...... literally left me staring at a wall for hours after finishing. A must read.

▷ Strange Manner by inkfingers_mcgee — (rated T, complete, 17/17) needing money, Martin signs up for a dubious app for blood donors and meets a very particular vampire in the process. Also kept up with this fic as it was coming out and had so much fun being tugged along for the ride. A great universe and a great lot of fun!

▷ A Measure Outside the Lines by rend_herring — (rated E, oneshot) after fleeing to Scotland, Jon and Martin navigate their post-Lonely relationship. I know there's a million safehouse fics out there, but this one is just...so sweet... There are so many lines I want to quote but I'd just end up quoting the whole fic haha.

▷ It Blooms by godshaper — (rated M, oneshot) Martin meets a mysterious stranger the day before his wedding. Fae au!! This one has a really fun universe and a deliciously excellent fast burn.

▷ On the Factual Particulars of the Death of Mrs. Blackwood by saintbleeding — (rated T, ongoing, 5/?) primarily sourced accounts from one Mr. Martin Blackwood regarding his new job at The Magnus Archives. This is a really fun victorian au that really nails the style and character voices.

▷ Sun in an Empty Room by transjon — (rated T, oneshot) the in between after the apocalypse. I love a romantic bad-ish end fic, and this one is very fun.

▷ Communion Past the Need of Speech by pieandsouffle — (rated G, oneshot) a hologram and a former borg drone have a lunch date. Star Trek au anyone?? Star Trek au.

▷ Gertrude is Still Around by occudo — (rated T, series) an au where Gertrude is still archivist and the archival crew members are her assistants. This one is technically a comic series but I'm putting it on this because it's my rec list and I can do what I want okay!!!!!!

#thanks for the fun this year!!!#I read a lot of good stuff this year it was hard to narrow things down haha #fic rec #tma #the magnus archives

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cult-of-the-eye · 7 months

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@mintytea-exe TMA TEACHERS AU OMG

Jon is an incompetent history teacher and the class love him cause he's so bad at hiding his incompetence that it comes off as funny and if they ask the right questions about Napoleon you can derail the whole lesson. They do hate him sometimes though because all he'll ever do is make them take notes from the textbook. No variety in that man. He shows up with a briefcase, looking impeccable in a 3 piece suit and then scatters pieces of paper all over his desk and clutches his hair in frustration before getting to work on said papers and just about remembers to tell the class to take notes from page 355 to 370. They call him sir and he jumps like he's forgotten he's in a classroom full of people. He occasionally glances over at Ms James and Mr Stoker's classes and his frown gets incrementally deeper. His class grumbles that they seem to be having a lot more fun than they are. There are numerous bets about when Ms James and Mr Stoker will get together, although a large number think they're already together.

Every lesson, Mr Blackwood knocks on the door, offering Mr Sims tea. He seems to visibly tense when seeing him and then just as visibly relax upon drinking this cup of tea. A couple of the students don't like how Mr Sims dismisses him with a nod and never a thank you and have formed somewhat of a Mr Blackwood Support Club. Nobody is quite sure what Mr Blackwood does but he's usually either at the printer with a grimace, being shouted at by Mr Sims or making tea. He'll always smile at you when you walk past, no matter which of the three he is doing. One day a student walks in on them making out. They back away as quickly as possible and try to scrub their eyes out. They don't tell a soul because however scary Mr Sims could be, all he could really do was shout, but Mr Blackwood could make your life a whole lot worse. Never again would the printer work for you and you'd never get a good cup of tea ever again.

#i went a bit insane with this one lads #i love writing AUs #i feel like i black out and then i see words on a page #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #jmart #tma sasha #tma tim #sasha james #tim stoker #teacher au

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schrodingerscal · 3 months

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Fuck OFF with hogwarts AUs for different shows. It’s overused and and cheesy.

Instead of Hogwarts houses, why don’t you assign characters different PJO Godly parents? Or Grishaverse Grisha types??? Or what TMA fear entity they would be an avatar of???? There are so many types of sorting, with much cooler backgrounds.

I personally think that these characters would specifically be:

Izuku Midoriya: Child of Athena, no doubt. Probably either an Avatar of the Lonely (pre-season one)(season six) or the Eye.

Melanie King is a Heartrender Grisha, and a Child of either Ares or Hermes.

Mina Ashido is 100% a Daughter of Aphrodite, and either a Tailor or a Tidemaker. She would probably be an avatar of the Vast or the Corruption.

Kaz Brekker is a either child of Hermes or Athena, and an Avatar of the Web

Nina Zenik is a daughter of Aphrodite, and and Avatar of the Flesh or the End

Nico Di Angelo is a corpsewitch, and either an avatar of the End, Dark, or Lonely

The Hunters of Artemis are avatars of the Hunt (duh), with Thalia being a squaller and Bianca being either a corpsewitch or a heartrender

Percy Jackson is an avatar of the Vast and a tidemaker, and Annabeth is an avatar of the Eye or the Web, as well as an Alkemi

Jason Grace is an avatar of the Vast and a Squaller, and Leo Valdez is an avatar of the Lonely or the Desolation, and an Inferni or Durast

Katsuki Bakugou is an avatar of the Desolation, and an Inferni. He’s also definitely a child of Ares

Georgie Barker is a child of Hades and an Inferni

Charlie Morningstar is a child of Hades (also duh) but hangs out with the Iris kids. She’s also an Inferni

Clarisse La Rue is an avatar of the Slaughter and a Drüskelle turned Dregs member

Jonathan Sims is a child of Athena, Martin Blackwood is a child of Iris and a squaller, Tim is a child of Hermes and an Inferni, Sasha is a child of Janus and a champion of Hestia, alwell as a durast

Nikola Orsenov is a Tailor, Annabelle Cane is a child of Arachne or Hecate, Jane Prentiss is a heartrender and child of Demeter, Jared Hopworth is a tailor and child of Hephaestus, Helen and Michael are children of Dionysus and Tailors, with Micheal Shelly being a child of Nephele, and Helen Richardson being a child of Athena

Daisy Tonner and Basira Hussain are both ex-drüskelles, with Daisy being a child of Ares and Basira being a child of Nemesis

Himiko Toga is an avatar of the hunt, a child of Eris and a corpsewitch, Twice is a child of Janus and avatar of the spiral, Dabi is an Inferni and child of Nemesis, Tomura is a child of Lyssa and a heartrender, as well as an avatar of the slaughter, Mr Compress is a child of Hecate and an Alkemi

I may add more in the future!!! If anyone has anymore ideas then pls tell me

#the magnus archives #themagnusarchives #tma podcast #bnha #mha #my hero academia #SoC #SaB #six of crows #shadow and bone #grishaverse #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #tma entities #entity alignment #blah blah blah #I’m bored can you tell

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dcartcorner · 6 months

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First of all, love your work! But! I’m new here, can we get a summary of your elsewhere au?

welcome! happy that you've found this little au! if you'd like a convenient way to read it from start to finish you can find it on Ao3! as for a summary... oh gosh ahah i'm so bad at at summaries but i'll do my best.

short summary of the au: peter, simon, and elias investigate strange goings on around their small town, and get more than they bargained for in their search for a local legend.

long summary of the au so far:

simon fairchild and elias bouchard befriend peter lukas, and together the three of them investigate different places around the small town they live in. in caves and under bridges, and gathering information on a rumour of there being a couple of local cryptids. they meet some new friends along the way, including maxwell rayner.

in their search they happen across an old looking book with the plate 'from the library of gertrude robinson' in it, though they're unsure who that is.

elias and peter both have encounters with something spooky.

max finds another mysterious book seemingly about space, and things go terribly wrong. he is taken to the hospital with temporary vision loss. simon takes the book to the librarian, mr. blackwood. martin assures simon he knows what to do, and together they burn the book. this was probably the worst thing martin could have done, and unleashes the creature that was contained in the book.

simon is abducted by The Dark. elias and peter search for him. mike crew, seeing the missing poster, phones up the keay institute, and enlists gerard delano's help in dealing with the creature. meanwhile, elias and peter come up with their own plan, and peter goes into the dark to find simon.

gerry binds the dark into another book about space and peter and elias rescue simon just in time, with the help of the eye cryptid.

the kids go to martin and demand answers, and martin promises to give them some, while gerry stays around the town a little while longer

i think that's it! aha sorry, like i said i suck at summarizing anything, but i truly do hope this was helpful!

#ask #elsewhere au ask

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myfanficlibraries · 1 year

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Jake Jensen

Alpha!Jake

1) Everything for You by @imaginedreamwrite Ongoing Series

2) Vengeful Jake by @imaginedreamwrite

Angst

1) Between a Wolf and a Hard Place by @peyton--warren Featuring Captain Syverson Fluff

2) You Loved Me Once by @nifolution Plus Size Reader

Boss!Jake

1) Love Me Harder by @syntheticavenger Ongoing Series

Fluff

1) Arts and Crafts by @ronearoundblindly

2) Birthday Cake by @amythedvdhoarder

3) Catch Your Breath by @nifolution Complete Series

4) Dynamite Ball Skills by @writercole

5) How You Met by @stargazingfangirl18 Part of a larger series

6) Husband Material by @thornsnvultures

7) Midnight Cravings by @justalonelyslytherin

8) Nostalgia by @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

9) Pillow Fort & Pizza by @foxgloveprincess

10) Rekindling Romance by @imaginedreamwrite

11) Spider Chronicles by @secretswiftymarvelfan Giant spider mentioned, not shown Small spider icons shown

12) Three Against One by @secretswiftymarvelfan

13) What About Me by @cottagecheese1 Featuring Ari Levinson

14) You Make Nerdy Sexy by @i-have-a-wonky-eye-too College AU Implied Smut

Smut

1) All Yours by @fiery-empath Angst Friends with Benefits

2) Clever Compromises by @royalsweetteaa Featuring Ransom Drysdale

3) Golden Retriever by @holylulusworld Sub!Jake

4) Great Minds by @ramp-it-up Plus Size Reader

5) Handcuffed Drabble by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

6) I Get Off by @missusbarnes-rogers Soft Dark Voyeurism

7) I Need Your Help Doctor by @nightlyshame

8) Misguided Ghosts by @georgiapeach30513 Featuring Charles Blackwood Ongoing Series

9) Mrs. Rabbit by @xcaptain-winterx

10) Overtime by @navybrat817 Featuring Bucky Barnes

11) Pleasure Dom by @syntheticavenger

12) Punishing Jake by @the-iceni-bitch Bondage Sub!Jake

13) Shibari by @bonkywobble

14) Tech Tuesday by @littlelioncub43 Voyeurism

Soulmate AU

1) Fucking Brian by @bonkywobble Fluff

2) Songbird by @slothspaghettiwrites Fluff

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andydrysdalerogers · 3 months

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Presley ~ A Curtis Everett AU ~ Part Seven

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

A/N: taglist is open!

Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Part Six

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter Seven - Mine

Third Person POV

Everything had been calm in Concord. The Everett family had no other interaction with the Giovannis but Curtis refused to let his guard down. The security protocols for everyone remained tight but Presley refused to complain. Seeing Charles, the menacing look in his eye was enough for her to accept the protection. Yes it was annoying but since she was either by herself or with the children, she couldn’t take the chance.

Curtis, after confessing his love to Presley, decided he wanted to have a meeting with her father and Blackwood. This is where we find ourselves three months after Blackwood made himself known.

Curtis

I was going over the paperwork at my desk with Clint when Presley stormed in. “You are meeting with my father and his minion!?!”

Oh boy, my kitten has her claws out. “Kitten, let me explain...”

“Are you sending me back?” Her blue green eyes were laced with fear.

“For fuck’s sake, no Presley!” I stood up. “How many more times am I going to have to promise you that you aren’t going anywhere!” I took her head in my hands. “Baby, I am negotiating your freedom. I want you here forever and I need to do this in a diplomatic way so that everyone stays alive and safe.” I kiss her forehead. “Stop, please, with the assumption that I want you gone. That can’t be further from the truth.”

Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. I just hear my father’s name and I panic.” She leans into my check and I hug her tightly. I kiss the top of her head as she calms. When I feel her relax I pull back.

“Please, trust me. Clint and I are going to go there and negotiate with Giovanni and Blackwood. If they don’t agree, well, we have a backup plan as well. I want you to stay here for the day. No shopping, no lunch, nothing. Adam and Sid will be here as well.”

She looked into my eyes and I knew she was trying to see any fear. “I trust you, my love.” The words she used were so important to my heart. I took her hands and kissed her palms. She smiled and walked back out, nodding to Clint as she went.

“She’s going to be our new queen, isn’t she?” Clint asked with a smile.

“I hope so.”

Giovanni was ameniable at best with my request. We, the Five Kings of Boston, are a very powerful organization to begin with. When I had told my plans to the Don and the other kings, they were in agreement that the Giovannis needed to be eliminated. They had ran their family into the ground and were surviving on threats, drugs and prostitution. I wanted to install one of our own to take over.

But I needed to guarentee Presley’s safety first.

Two days later, I found myself in New Jersey, seated across from my love’s father. “Thank you for having me, Mr. Giovanni.”

“Please call me Mario.” He smiled and I cringed internally. “I understand that you have a proposition for me.”

I looked at him and then at Blackwood. So this is the motherfucker who tried to rape my girl. He is good looking, fine, but he has a slimy demeaner about him. Dark hair, blue eyes, if Presley was a different girl, I could see how he could have her wrapped around his finger. But Presley isn’t that girl. She’s special, beautiful, loving, the light in my life.

She’s mine.

He smiled at me like he knew I wasn’t going to get what I wanted. Suprise, I knew exactly how I was going to get my girl. “Yes, Mario, I wanted to negotiate Presley’s hand in marriage.”

I don’t think Giovanni or Blackwood were ready for this particular proposal. “Amelia is already promised to Charles here. He is my successor, and my daughter is my natural heir.” He kept using her birth name, like a show of power. But my Kitten is really a lioness and doesn’t want his name any longer. I wanted it to be my name instead.

“I understand. I’m willing to pay whatever price you name for her. She and I have a connection.” I pulled out the box in my pocket holding the ring I wanted to give Presley. “Presley and I...”

“Her name is Amelia!” Giovanni shouted, slamming a fist into the table. Some of the men jumped at his action. But I didn’t. I continued to stare the man down. He took a breath and cleared his throat. “Amelia is not for sale. She needs to come home and complete her duty.”

I clenched my jaw. “So, you are ok with her being with a rapist?”

Blackwood laughed. “I am not a rapist.”

“Really?” I extended my hand for Clint to press the file we got from Jensen into my hands. “Proof, Mario, that Mr. Blackwood is not what he seems.” I slid the file across the table to Giovanni. He opened the file and flipped through the pictures and medical records. “The last two were his cousins, by the way. He was also present during the kidnapping of Mrs. Aurora Barber.”

I love it when I catch the enemy surprised.

Giovanni turned to Charles. “I thought that was all Hansen. Did you touch Mrs. Barber?”

“She wasn’t Mrs. Barber at the time.” Charles paled as he explained.

“But she was Barber’s girl at the time,” I said. “And among the Kings, you mess with one of our girls, you mess with all of us.” I gave a menacing look to Blackwood before I turned back to Giovanni. “I am willing to pay a million for Presley. No more contact, no more surprise visits. She becomes my wife, I leave your family alone to be run as you see fit. Anything happens to her, she cries one tear, one hair is out of place, I burn this family to the ground. Do we have a deal?”

“Why are you out of your state and negotiating with me?” Giovanni is a smart man. He knows I wouldn’t be able to offer anything since I was not the Don. Clint placed the evenvlope in front to me. I slid it towards him.

“A letter, signed by my Don, allowing me to negotiate.” He opened it an paled.

To Mr. Mario Giovanni, Please use this as confirmation that I am allowing one of my Kings, Curtis everett, to negoiate outside of my territory on my behalf. Sincerely, The Don of Boston.

It was signed, that much I knew. I could tell by the sheer terror that Giovanni now had on his face. He looked at Blackwood, then back at me. “I want assurances that my successor is not to be harmed. As I am giving up my heir, I will have enough problems without losing him too.”

“So long as my future bride is safe, I will allow him to breathe. He steps one foot into our territory, I will end him.” I stared him down. I wanted Blackwood to know that I would kill him if anything happened to Presley after I transferred the money. I had Clint walk over a contract.

“We have a deal, Mr. Everett.” Giovanni motioned for someone to hand him something. “Please wire the funds to this account. Once it is received, I will consider my daughter engaged to you and no longer my problem.”

“I’ll transfer it tomorrow. I will be in town tonight, enjoying your casino and make sure that the contract is signed.” Everyone stood in the room as I walk over to Giovanni. “Your daughter is well taken care of and will become a Queen in Concord. She joins four other fine women who lead us to peace. I know you don’t care, i just thought you should know.”

Giovanni reached into his pocket and retrieved a letter. “I know you assume that I don’t care about my daughter, but I do. Please see that she gets this. This will be my last communication with her.”

I took the letter and put it into my pocket. “I will see that she does. Have a good evening, Mr. Giovanni.” I looked at Blackwood and didn’t bother to hide my disdane for the man. He had the balls to smirk at me. “What?”

“You have what’s mine. I will get what’s mine,” he seethed, stepping up to me.

“You have fuck. Presley is my queen, ring or no ring. In twenty four hours, a war will break if you touch my queen," I growled. "Stay away from my family, fuckface, or I will make sure they never find you.” I smiled sadistically. “Give me a reason, Blackwood, I fucking dare you.”

He stepped back. He didn’t seem worried about it and that put me on guard. We walked out of Giovanni’s place and I looked back to make sure no one was around. “Get security at the house on phone.”

Charles

Twenty Four Hours.

He really thinks I’m going to let this go. Moron. Amelia is mine. I don’t report to Giovanni anymore. He my be the “head” of the family but I don’t respect him. He’s been getting soft about his daughter. He now just wanted her to come home. And he’s made it known that it wouldn’t be a requirement for me to take over to marry Amelia. Fuck that.

I was going to make her my wife, whether she liked it or not.

I had twenty-four hours.

Just enough time for my plan to be complete.

Unfortunately for Everett, it was already in motion as soon as I was alerted that he had left his compound. What a fucking idiot. He has no clue that I’ve had a mole in his house for the last six months. I knew about everyone and everything going on in his home. I knew the schedules and cars. I knew it better than he did. I could have infiltrated his home anytime I wanted. But today is the day. As soon as I was told of this meeting, I knew this would be my chance to claim my girl once again. I smirked as I watched Everett and his men walk away. I could see a call being placed. My phone buzzed.

Done.

One step closer.

Presley

I’m nervous.

The thought of my love in the city with my father has my anxiety up. Fortunately, we are still planning Josh’s birthday in a couple of days so I’m distracted. Nat had stepped out to shop for a present so I was alone at home with the kids and Adam. I was scared to leave the compound. I had a feeling that leaving would be a bad thing. Curtis told me to trust my instincts. It had been what had kept me alive while I was running.

“Pres, can you get me the sugar please?” Adam pulled her out of her thoughts. “You ok?”

“Just nervous,” I smiled at him. “The thought of Curtis...”

“He’s gonna be fine.” Adam took my hand and squeezed. “Clint said that the Don had given permission and was going to let your father know that this meeting is being done with his blessing. Don’t worry. Help me make this red velvet cookies. I know you fed this information to Josh.”

I giggled and went to the pantry. I loved this. The normalcy. I love my children. Doing stuff for them brings me joy. I don’t want it to end.

My thoughts turned to the future. My future. The future that I kept seeing in my dreams. The life I could have with Curtis. My Curtis, my heart, the love of my life. I want him. I want all of him. I want to be a real mother to his kids, my kids. I would always respect and keep Anna’s memory alive. But I wanted my own place in their world as a step mother or just a mom to them.

I love having them in our bed in the morning, cuddling and whispering about their dreams. I love cooking with them when Adam would let us. I love playing games with them and working on their homework.

I love Josh and Evie with my entire heart.

And I know I love Curtis. I want my world to begin and end with him. But I don’t know where his head is at. I assume he wants to keep this going because of all of the steps that he’s taking to make sure I am safe. But, I can’t think about that now. Right now I need to focus on my boy’s ninth birthday.

“Adam, do you know where the icing sugar is?” Adam didn’t response. “Adam!”

I walked back into the kitchen and stopped. My body froze, my mind whirling. This couldn’t be happening. “What are you doing?”

Sid looked from where his gun was pointed at Adam to me and smiled. “Did you really think you could get away from him Amelia?”

My heart dropped. “You’re one of his?”

“From day one,” he gloated. And my worst fear came true as Josh, Evie and Laura walked into the kitchen.

“Adam, do you have any...” Josh spoke and then froze at the scene in front of him. He looked at me and then back at Sid. Laura gasped and pulled Josh back towards her. “Presley!” He struggled away from Laura and ran towards me. He wrapped his arms around my middle but I pushed him behind me.

“What are you doing Sid? What do you want?” I could feel my boy trembling behind me and I held him tighter to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Laura holding Everly the same way. I needed Sid to tell me what he wanted and then I could decide how to protect the kids.

“It’s simple, really, Amelia. I want you, all of you, to come with me. Your fiancee is waiting for you.”

“Why is he calling you Amelia?” Josh whispered. “Presley, what’s going on?”

“My name is Presley,” I told Sid. “And we are not leaving with you.”

Sid rolled his eyes at me. “Fine.” And he fired the gun, making all of us scream. Adam grabbed his leg and hit the ground, yelling in agony, blood billowing over his jeans. “Look at what you made me do, Presley.” He sneered my name. “Who will it be next? Laura, one of the kids? Yourself? Or maybe I should place another one in Adam? This one, between his eyes.”

“No!” I held up my hands. “No, just leave everyone alone. Just let me check on Adam and say goodbye and I will leave. I will leave with you.” I could hear my throat hold back the sob and my voice crack a little. “Please, don’t hurt my children.”

Sid must have had a little compassion for me. “Fine.”

I took it and ran. Laura moved towards Josh with Everly as I pulled the belt from my waistband and wrapped it around Adam’s leg. “Adam, Adam, look at me. You’re gonna be ok.”

“Presley, don’t do this.” He grasped my hand. “Don’t leave with him.”

“I have to. I need to protect my kids. Laura will call and you’ll be ok.” I pressed my forehead to his. “Tell Curtis that I kept my promise. That I would do anything to protect those kids.” I kissed his forehead. “Take care of him, when I’m gone.”

“No, Pres, no!” I let go of him as the bleeding slowed. I walked over to Laura.

“Presley, you can’t let him win.” Laura has tears down her face. “You can’t.”

“Please take care of my kids and Adam. Call Clint as soon as you can.” I took a deep breath. “Please help Curtis. He’ll be...” the sob escaped. “He’ll be broken but remind him that I did this for his loves. Please Laura.” She nodded and I turned to my kids.

Everly was in my arms in a flash. I held her tight as I played with her blonde ringlets. “You listen to your brother and Laura ok? Your daddy will be home very soon.” I kissed her head. “I love you Princess.”

“Don’t leave, momma.”

Fuck.

I swallowed and I turned to Josh. “Protect your sister and everyting will be fine. You tell your dad what Sid did and that he works for Charles.”

“Don’t go.” He never cries. But as I watch two fat tears roll down his cheek, I almost break. He buries his head in my neck as he cries. “Please don’t leave me, momma.”

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. I have to make sure you’re ok. I love you ok? I love you so much, Joshie. My boy.” I kissed his head and stood up. I looked at Sid. “Ok.”

“Move,” he said, waving the gun around. I went to the back door and looked at my family. I walked out of the kitchen as my son’s scream reached my ears and I felt my heart break. And my eyes found a photo of the four of us at a carnival that was right by the entry. We were so happy, the kids looking at the camera, while Curtis and I looked at each other. So in love. But I had to do this for them, for him.

Forgive me, my love.

Curtis

“What do you mean no one is answering?”

“Boss, no one, not even my wife is answering.” Clint drove as fast as he could towards the jet.

“Fuck!” I pulled my phone and called Presley. It went straight to voicemail

Hi, its Pres! Leave me a message!

“Presley, it’s Curtis. Kitten, I need you to call me as soon as you can. I’m worried. I love you.” I ended the call right as we got to the plane. Robert, the pilot was waiting. “We need to be in Concord within the hour.”

“Yes, sir. Plane is ready to depart.” As soon as the cabin door was closed, we were in the air. My foot kept bouncing. I needed to hear her voice. To know she was ok. I just negotiated her freedom and now I can ask her to be my wife. I didn’t want to ask before because it didn’t seem right to ask without her father’s blessing. I’m old fashioned like that.

Thinking of her and my children, I lost myself in the photos that were on my phone when Clint’s phone rang. He raises it up, “Laura?” His face betrayed him. “Slow down sweetheart. Tell me what happened.” Clint put her on speaker.

“Presley was taken. Adam’s been shot and the kids are crying and I don’t know what to do Clint!” We could hear the sobs in her voice.

Wait...

“What do you mean Presley was taken?” I asked.

“Sid... he... took her...” Laura cried.

My Kitten was gone?

“Mr. Everett, we touch down in five minutes. The cars are waiting,” the pilot said.

But I was numb. My Presley, my kitten, was taken from me. Rage began to build in my blood. “My children?”

“Laura said they were safe,” Clint said. “Boss, we’ll find her.”

I managed to keep my rage in as we disembarked and drove to the compound. First thing I noticed was our doc was here. “Doc!”

“Mr. Everett,” he says as he pulls off his gloves. “Adam sustained a gun shot wound to the thigh. Someone placed a turnaquette to stop the bleeding. It saved his life. We need to get him into surgury to make repairs but that would mean involving the authorities.”

“Fuck,” I growled. I pick up the phone and placed a call. “Rogers, it’s Everett. There has been an incident at my house and my chef was shot... Thanks.” I hung up. “An ambulance is on its way. Can you keep him alive for 10 more minutes?”

“Yes, sir. Excuse me.” He left and I finally made it inisde.

“Where? Where are they?”

“Upstairs.”

I took the stairs two at a time and headed to the playroom. I threw open the door and heard a “Dad!” Josh rushed me and I fell to my knees to catch him. Everly followed and I breathed in my children. “Dad, I tried to protect her, I did, I promise.”

Immediately I looked over Everly. Joshua protected his sister with everything he had. She didn’t look harmed. I looked at my son. “Joshua...”

“She left. She left us. Momma left us and I told her not to but she said she made a promise and that she loves us.” Josh buried his face into my chest.

My kitten sacraficed herself to keep them safe. She promised to always protect them and she did. I held them for a few more minutes. “Josh, you were so brave and took really good care of your sister. You did everyting just right.” I kissed the top of his head. “Stay here with Laura and I’m going to find your momma ok?” He nodded and took Evie hand.

“I didn’t want Momma to leave.” He lower lip trembled.

“I know Bud, its ok. I’ll find her and bring her back.” I kissed Evie and stood up. “Thank you Laura.” She nodded and took the kids back. I headed downstairs and saw Adam being loaded onto a stretcher. “Adam. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot boss.” He grimised as they raised the stretcher and jostled him. “She was brave. She made the deal to save the kids without hesitation. Bravest woman I know.”

“Who did this Adam?” I know he’s injured but I needed answers. I needed to know which way to look.

“It was Sid. Said he had been here under orders. Called her Amelia.”

Fuck, this was not good. “Ok, concentrate on yourself. I’ll find her.” I patted his shoulder and watched as he was uploaded to the ambulance. I watched them leave and then turned to Clint. “Track his phone, the plates of the car, anything.” Something popped in my brain. “I need Josh.”

“Josh? Sir...”

“I just need a detail.” I ran back to his room.

“Daddy?”

“Buddy, was Presley wearing her necklace? Do you remember if she’s wearing her necklace?”

Josh looked at me with curiosity. “The one you gave her for Christmas?” I nodded. “Yes, she was wearing it. She always wears it. She plays with it when she misses you. Says it had magic in it so she feels closer to you.”

I can feel the tears building but I need to be strong for my son. “That’s good bud. Thank you.”

“Is momma going to be ok?” His eyes were big and shiny. He looked like he did the day I had to explain to my five year old that his mother was done. I never wanted to be here again. I never wanted to tell my son that he lost someone he loved again.

“Yes, she’s going to be fine.” I gave him a hug and held him, trying to calm myself at the thought that I may have just lied to my son.

I stormed back into my office, where my men were on computers. I took a seat at my desk and looked at the pictures. One stood out. The picture was from my birthday. Josh had ask that Presley and I posed for it and my mind went back.

“I love this picture, Joshie. I’m going to print it out,” Presley declared. Two days later, Presley came in to have lunch with me and she had a wrapped box with her. After we ate, I wiped my mouth with a napkin and then asked, “what is that Kitten?” “A gift. For you,” she said with a bite to her bottom lip. I took it and opened it. A beautiful frame came out with the picture Josh took. “Presley, I love this.” I don’t usually keep pictures on my desk. I have two, one of each of my kids. But it felt right and I put our picture in the middle. “Perfect,” I said, looking at my girl. She was beautiful in a white sun dress. “Fuck,” I murmured. I pulled her to stand in between my legs and I pressed my face into her abdomen. “Did you lock the door Kitten?” “Yes,” she whispered. “Good.” I made her straddle me and I kissed her hard and deep. I needed her like air. I pulled away for a second. “I need you Kitten.” I ran my hands up her legs and under her dress and I was pleasently surprised that she had no panties on. “What a bad Kitten. No panties.” “Its too hot for them,” she smirked as i lifted her onto my desk. “Even better for me, since you didn’t bring me dessert.” I licked my lips as I pushed her dress up, exposing her gorgoeus pussy to me. I ran the tip of my finger through her slit, listening to her keen at the sensation. “Already so wet Kitten.” “Yes,” she moaned. “You’ve been busy and I’ve missed you.” Her glistening pussy pulsed, ready to accept me. “I missed you too. Let me make it up to you.” I latched onto her clit and suckled. She arched her back at cried out. I ate her like a man starved. I would never get over her taste. It was pure heaven. I made her give me two orgasms before I let go of her from my mouth. I kissed her so she could taste herself. “Bend over Kitten.” She smiled at me shyly. I helped her down and she turned over and bend down, cheek to desk. “Hang on Kitten.” I undid my belt and pants and let them drop along with my boxer briefs. I pumped my cock a couple of times before I gently kicked her legs apart. I ran the tip through her soaked pussy lips, listening to her mewl at the sensation. I pushed into her, groaning at how tight she was. “Oh, fuck, Curtis.” Her head lifted as I pushed in. I wraped my hand around her throat to lift her up to my lips. As we kissed I withdrew my hips and pushed into her again, just a little bit harder. She pulled away to cry out. I pushed her head back down and began to pound into her. “Curtis, Curtis, shit, so good,” she cried. “Yeah, you like that don’t you Kitten? Love having my cock into this tight, wet pussy.” I grabbed her hips to pounf into her harder. “Fuck, you’re squeezing tight.” I couldn’t stop. She felt so good and I wasn’t sure how much more I could last. “Tell me you’re close, sweetheart.” I reached between us to stroke her clit. “Ah, Curtis, baby, right there, right there, I’m going to cum,” she screamed. And then bliss. She pulsed around me, squeezing my cock and I exploded, filling her. I pumped a couple more times, before I stopped and leaned over her, kissing her neck. “Are you ok?” “I’m perfect,” she said with a smile. “I’m in heaven.”

Someone dropped a notebook and pulled me out of my memories. I went back to boss mode. “Update now!”

“Sir, we have the plate of the car that was used. I confirmed that it was Sid Johnson that took Presley from the house. He has just his gun on him and that’s it. It took 12 minutes for him to take her.”

“I want his file,” I ordered. Clint had it on his desk and handed it to me. “How did he get past? How did this motherfucker gain my trust? He should have never been invited to interview let alone be assigned to the house or my family. I want a fucking answer!”

Clint cleared his throat. “I think they created an alias for him. He was clean boss. We had asked Mr. Barber for Jensen’s help with the checks when we up’d security.”

“Son of a bitch. We need to find her now! Clint, she had her necklace on her. Trace it.”

Please let her necklace be the way to bring her home.

Charles

My driver is going as fast as he can from Giovanni’s compound to the house we had set up. It was risky, setting up a house in one of the Kings’s territory but it was neccessary. I needed time to get Presley and time to change the plates for the cars so we can leave and no one would be the wiser. It took three hours but we finally arrived in Camden.

Everest’s people are morons. I was able to slip people into his house and take his prized possession from under him. It was time. It was time to take my place in our world and run New Jersey. The first part of my plane was to take my princess and make her a queen.

Walking into the house, he saw his man and smiled. “Where is she?”

“Locked in the master sir. I made sure the windows were locked from the outside as well. She’s known for being squirrly and resourseful, sir.”

“Good job, Sid.” Charles patted his back before heading down the hall. He stopped and took a breath and opened the door.

“Hello Amelia.”

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