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Hey everyone, I apologize for being super slow to replies lately!! With the holidays coming up, I’ve been a bit busy with my family. And I’m also sick🤣 So forgive my sluggishness because my brain is fried and I’m struggling lol I love y’all and hope y’all are staying warm and having a lovely time! I’m hoping to be more active after this weekend, so be ready for some more content soonish.

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YAY, THINGS ARE FINALLY OKAY AGAIN!😄💖 I’m happy to see Ellie back on track!! This was such a cute conclusion to this series of events and I love it!!

Finalllllyyy!!! The conclusion to Not-So-Safe Haven! I hit a wall with how I wanted to write the ending, so I hope this sounds okay!

Ellie is on the mend and new faces have arrived in town! 👀

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Safe Haven

Conclusion to Not-So-Safe Haven

TW: Brief Mentions of the past attack and night terrors.

Includes mentions of friends OCs Darrell (@bluecoolr), Percy (@the-pinstriped-hood), Ava (@slaasherslut), Alia + Mia (@kalid-raven)

Ellie was finding herself again. Things hadn't magically gotten better since the attack, she still often woke up in a cold sweat, gripping the sheets in a panicked daze, all the while looking around frantically.

Vincent was always there though, there to hold her while she cried, and to soothingly brush his lips against her forehead while running his fingers through her hair. Silently assuring her that she would be okay. Ellie was so thankful to have him by her side, he made coping with it all that much easier.

Especially since the crack to her jaw had now left her with a permanent scar on the underside, the jagged line tracing almost all the way down her jawbone on the left side. It would be a constant reminder of the attack any time she looked in the mirror.

The day after Darrell visited Mikey and Alia moved back into the Sinclair-Mason home, the two had been somewhere else in town when Ellie was attacked, and she had wanted them to go stay with Percy afterwards. She had enough people doting on her at the time, and more worrying eyes weren't going to help.

Percy and Ava noticed that Ellie was back on the mend when they found her in the backyard rustling around in the garden. She had spent nearly the whole day out there, pulling weeds and trying to bring the garden back to the state she liked to have it in, they'd even offered her some help but Ellie had politely declined. She needed to do it herself.

She'd almost finished her tasks in the garden when Lester swung by asking if she'd like to join him on a frog hunt. Ellies eyes had lit up at the request and she couldn't refuse! The two spent the rest of that afternoon wading in the river and grabbing up frogs in excitement. It warmed Lesters heart to finally have his friend back. "That's a nice un Ellie Bean, he sure is big." a devious look flashed behind her eyes.

"You wanna go scare Bo?"

That night Ellie and Vincent, with the help of Alia, redid all the locks in the home. Ellie needed it to be able to feel secure, and Vincent would do whatever he could to make her happy, and most importantly safe. As the two curled up together in bed Vincent admired his girlfriend. She was not only beautiful but strong. And he was proud of her for getting back out into the world again, the way she had haunted the home before had scared him. He thought he had lost her for good.

His eyes flashed down to the heart shaped locket around her neck it was nestled beside the letter V necklace he had given her, a tinge of jealousy shot through his body. He was thankful for Darrell coming and helping put his Ellie back on track, and he knew it had been all their combined efforts that did it. But a piece of him still envied the blue hair giant for being the one to flip the switch.

It should of been him.

"Mmm muffin?" Vincent looked back up in Ellies eyes, she was smiling softly as she reached out to touch his face. "Thank you for standing by me these last few weeks... I know its been hard on you too, and I just want you to know that it hasn't gone unnoticed." Vincent smiled, any doubts leaving his body. She knew just what to say and when to say it. He leaned in pressing his lips against hers to which she graciously accepted the kiss.

The next morning Ellie woke up to Vincent still sleeping and leaned over kissing his cheek, a smile crossed Vincents face as he nustled himself more into the pillow. Ellie turned and leaned over grabbing her phone off the nightstand and seeing she had a new text from Percy. Her eyes widened at the words. "Oh my goodness I nearly forgot!" she exclaimed, loudly on accident, causing Vincent to grumble and turn over lifting his hands.

"Forgot what?!" Ellie bit her lip sorry she had woken him up.

"Percy picked her cousin Mia up yesterday and she's here now." Ellie swung her legs out of bed. "I need to go make cookies for her." The mention of cookies made Vincent sit up and rub the sleep from his eyes, smiling at his girlfriends constant need to bake anyone who came to town a sweet.

"Want some help?" After a hour and half the two had a stack of different types of cookies on the serving tray. They made their way through town, hands linked, to Percy and Bo's house. Ellie, wiggling with excitement, took the tray of cookies as Vincent knocked on the door.

The arrival of the new little angel was a signal that Ambrose was beginning to become a Safe Haven for all again.

Please excuse if this is kinda meh, I've been in a bit of a slump lately.

Taglist: @cries-in-latino @allthingsblood @texaschainsawslvt @wispyhearts-heaven @soupbabe @angxlslasher @thenorserose @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

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harry warden/the miner in MY BLOODY VALENTINE (2009)

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Winter Dividers

The temperature has dropped where I live so here’s some wintery themed dividers!

Please like and reblog if you use or save.

Requests are OPEN!

Dividers List

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Mia, talking about Mads: Is this a friend of yours, William?

William: Kind of? Not really. They’re in my life and there’s nothing I can do about it.

THIS ONE IS SO TRUE🤣💖 All of these were pretty accurate, though. Honestly, I love these three so much, they are seriously all so cute together🥹

Ever Get Pre-Annoyed? (Quotes)

I decided to generate quotes with Mia and her dual-love-interest William/Maddox ( belongs to @angxlslasher ) and kinda got carried away with it. 🫣

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Mads: Hey, William? Can I get some dating advice? William: Just because I’m with Mia doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Mia: Well, remember when William made a romantic dinner for me? Mads: Mia, they microwaved you a pizza.

Mads: And here we see William and Mia in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word “garlic bread” to try to make eachother laugh. William: Gaelic bread. Mia: Grueling brad. William: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Mads: I didn’t drink that much last night. William: You were flirting with Mia. Mads: So what? They’re my partner. William: You asked if they were single. William: And then you cried when they said they weren’t.

Mia: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- William: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Mia: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Mads, recording: This is so cute.

Mads: What’s worse than a heartbreak? Mia: Stepping on a cat’s tail and not being able to explain that you’re sorry.

Mia, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset! William: Mia, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Mads, would you get Mia some water? Mads: What are they gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?

Mia: Mads doesn’t look very happy. William: That’s their happy. They’re just a bitch.

William: What makes you think it’s okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter? Mia: Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes. Mads: Because I condone murder and cannibalism.

Mia: Why would anyone want to harm William? Mads: Maybe because they met them?

Mia, talking about Mads: Is this a friend of yours, William? William: Kind of? Not really. They’re in my life and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Mads: *sneaking in through their window* Mia: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you’ve been all night? Mads: I was with William? William: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

William: I’m this close to falling in love with Mia. Mads: Your fingertips are touching. William: Exactly.

Mia: Guys, William is missing. Mads: Good.

Mia: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you? William: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now. William: Would you like me to tutor you? Mads: That was smooth.

William: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off? Mia: What? No, I— Mads: *enters room* William: *jaw clenches*

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"are you ok?"

No I want a fictional man to kiss me on my forehead and tell me I didn't deserve all the shit real people put me through

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Tell me why when I try to write a fluffy fic, it gets all dark and depressing?😭 Am I incapable of giving my characters happiness? Maybe. I love them, I do, I swear-

(Actual lines from the fic I’m working on)

“His acridity was like the fog that hung thick in the air, blocking the fading rays of sun, successfully hiding any warmth and light from Samara’s life. It allowed the cool damp air to seep into her pores and settle in her marrow to ensure that she’d always remember how insignificant she would be— to him and the world beyond the yellow, nicotine-stained walls of their home… If one could even call it that.”

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Ahhhh, thank you so much for this!!!🥹💖 I love you too, @allthingsblood!!💖💖 (tooootally didn’t tear up seeing this or anything-)

// D

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Thank you for the boop!! I boop back :) (also I could hear this image and that brought me great joy, thank you💖)

You have been booped by this empty wrapping paper tube.

Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

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Jason when the kitty smacked at his face🥹😭 I love these boys so much!!

Omfg I love them 🥰😻

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Little Things

Just a post to go more in depth about the biography for my newest additions, William & Maddox. There are little hints/references throughout the post that I left and I wanted to share them here. You can find their biography here.

CW: None that I can think of?

Initials

Let’s begin with their names— William Wagner and Maddox Mördare. Notice anything about them? Perhaps the initials? Here’s a hint:

When the initials “WW” are flipped, it looks like “MM”. This goes to show how they are a mirror image of each other. One represents good, hence the color gradient from white to red. The other is evil, going from red to black. Did you notice this?

Left or Right?

“He waited for a minute. Nothing drastic occurred. Warmth had spread through his limbs accompanied by a spell of lightheadedness, but other than those minor symptoms, he felt no different. With his right hand, he picked up his pen once more and leaned against the countertop to document the subtle effects.”

The passage above is from the biography, when William is testing out his new experiment. He writes with his right hand as he documents how he’s feeling.

Later on, this happens:

“His wandering gaze landed upon the open journal on the counter. He approached it and picked up the pen in his left hand to write a note of his own.”

When he wakes up after a gruesome transformation, he’s looking around the familiar room and sees the journal. He decides to write in it, but with his left hand.

This was meant to show the change that occurred, one side is right-handed and the other side is left-handed.

Lyrics

Another hint to the war that rages on inside of William are the lyrics I included in the biography. This part, to me, is the biggest hint of all when it comes to their inspiration. Included in the biography is the song “Me, Myself, and Hyde” from Ice Nine Kills, and the others? They’re all songs from the musical “Jekyll & Hyde”.

I read the book a few years ago and was fascinated by the dueling personalities, how Edward Hyde appeared to be a separate being from Henry Jekyll, which inspired the physical differences between William and Maddox. I had debated making them two separate characters, like having their own bodies and such, but I really enjoy this internal struggle that William faces with Maddox. And it’ll be an interesting journey to see if he will be successful in getting rid of this evil twin of his, or if he’ll come to accept Mads as apart of him.

If I had gone the route of them having separate bodies, though, I feel like it would’ve been fun to right the transformation scene in the basement👀 If I thought it was brutal before, it would be WAY worse if they had separate bodies… Damn, now I’m thinking of kinda exploring that option now because I would have way too much fun writing how graphic it would be🤣 totally not gonna write this down for an idea later-

But anyway, the story of Jekyll and Hyde was my inspiration for Will and Maddox. I wanted a more modern day version with a slight supernatural twist!

That’s all the little things I included in the biography to hint at their concept! I have plenty more to explain for these two in the future! William and Maddox are truly a complicated pair, with a story to match. I’m really looking forward to seeing how their story develops because honestly, they won’t quit in my head🤣 They’re practically writing their own story and I’m sitting here trying to frantically document all of it!

Taglist: @cries-in-latino, @kalid-raven, @rottent33th, @the-pinstriped-hood, @allthingsblood

Dividers by firefly-graphics

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Tainted

CW: Mentions of blood & wounds, wound care (may be inaccurate), dark & violent thoughts, typical slasher darkness/graphic violence pretty much

Summary: Samara doesn’t like to feel things, but someone gets under her skin for the first and possibly the last time.

Timing: I picture this taking place a few years after Samara first started killing, so I’m thinking she’s around 20-21ish (I changed her actual age to 28 for story reasons!)

Word Count: 2k

Samara never knew what her favorite color was— that is, until she saw Julie’s eyes.

Blue. Like the sky during summer, deep and warm and welcoming. And like the ocean, they pulled her in. She was helplessly caught in the captivating whirlpools of her eyes, but she didn’t try to fight back. Maybe, just maybe, she’d let herself drown in them to feel something.

Samara’s gaze was locked on the mirror across from her, watching as Julie inspected the gash in her shoulder. A broken bottle was to blame for the new wound that’d surely scar. No doubt some drunken fool tossed it to the road to dispose of it. Littering… She should add that to the evergrowing list of ‘reasons to kill’. Rather than focusing on the simmering anger in her chest, she stared at the blonde in the reflection.

Her light brows were knit together as her gentle fingers expertly checked the wound. In her concentration, she was chewing on her full lower lip, turning it a deep shade of red. She’d pulled her hair back to keep it from obscuring her vision, yet a few wavy, golden tendrils slipped from the claw clip nestled at the base of her skull, framing her heart-shaped face. At first glance, she seemed to be unaware of Samara’s scrutiny, but the subtle flush across the tops of her cheekbones said otherwise.

‘Beautiful,’ Samara thought, ‘A living, breathing masterpiece.’ If she’d been an artist, Julie would’ve been her muse, making her fingers itch to replicate her essence in whatever material she could find. But the only art she was familiar with was that of her craft; the art of death.

Julie brought things out of the depths of Sam’s soul that, quite honestly, scared the shit out of her. She should feel vulnerable sitting here, with her sweater bunched around her neck and the expanse of her back exposed to someone. But with that someone being Julie, she felt anything but. Dare she say she felt… at ease around the other woman.

Damn her for making her feel this way.

“Well,” Julie sighed as she lifted her eyes to meet with Sam’s in the mirror, her beautiful lips rolled into a fine line, “Good news and bad news.”

“Am I gonna live, doc?” Sam joked in her signature dry way.

Julie laughed, sounding like wind chimes in the summer breeze. “Good news is that I don’t see any glass in there.”

Sam raised her brow, awaiting the bad news.

“Bad news…” Julie wrinkled her nose. “You’ll need stitches.”

Fuckin’ great…

“S’that somethin’ you can do?”

Julie rubbed her cheek in thought as her eyes studied the wound. “I mean… I can, I just…”

“What?” Samara asked with a tilt of her head.

Those blue eyes, damn them, returned to hers with a concern that made her gut twist.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Julie admitted softly. “I don’t have anything to numb you for the procedure.”

Samara had to lower her head for a moment. While stitches would suck, it wasn’t the impending pain that had her all out of sorts. It was what Julie had said.

She didn’t want to hurt her. That was a first in a while.

“I have some alcohol, if that helps?”

She felt the warmth of Julie’s fingers rest against her back, causing the muscles to instinctively tense underneath the gentle touch.

“No,” Samara refused stubbornly, “I’ll be fine.”

She saw Julie shake her head in the mirror before rummaging through the first aid kit on the table. “You’re out of your mind, Sam…” The blonde mumbled.

‘If only she knew,’ Samara thought.

Would Julie still blush from her intense gaze if she knew she’d stared into someone’s eyes as they died by her hand tonight? Would she still treat her gently if she knew of the brutality she was capable of?

She doubted it. But, why the hell did it matter anyway? Being with anyone, Julie especially, would spell disaster. They’d find out who— no, what— she was and they’d be horrified. She’d seen that look before, swirling in dozens of eyes as they realized their final moments were near, but that never fazed her.

But in Julie’s eyes? That would sting far more than a needle through flesh, glass tearing through muscle, or the burn from the alcohol wipe spreading through the agitated edges of her wound.

Samara dropped her head again to hide the wince that twisted her features. To Julie, it may seem like the stitches were getting to her. But it was the emotional revelation that brought Samara down and kicked her right in the ass.

She cared about Julie. Like, she cared. She was hopelessly infatuated with a woman she only saw when she was at her worst— covered in blood and her tongue stained with bitterness and anger. She was welcome in her home, her private sanctuary, where the colors adorning the walls spoke of her gentle nature, and the smell of the fresh flowers on the table hinted at her love for gardening.

She often spoke of how the flowers were doing, how she’d have to nurse them back to health when they wilted every now and then. She’d speak to them, sing to them, and whisper well wishes to bring them back to life. Funny, she thought, to be jealous of a plant because of Julie’s nurturing ways. As if she could fit in amongst the vibrant, lively variety of flowers in the garden… She would be the weeds smothering the roots of Julie’s beloved garden, choking it until it became lifeless and lost its color, leaving the petals dried and dead.

“There.” Julie taped the gauze pad in place to protect the wound. “All better.”

Samara was pulled from her thoughts of creeping through the soil by Julie’s voice. While she packed away the contents of the first aid kit, Samara carefully pulled her sweater back on. It had been ruined by the glass, but she’d worry about the rip later. Slowly, she turned around in the dining chair, only to find Julie was already facing her.

“Thank you, Julie.”

A smile pulled at her reddened lips. “Don’t mention it— What’s that?” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she stepped closer, standing between Samara’s legs as her fingers came up to her face. Her heart stopped as Julie’s fingertips brushed her hair from her forehead.

“Looks like you have some dried blood right here...” Warm fingertips grazed over her skin, bringing a shaky sigh from her lips. A war raged on in Samara’s head. One side longed to lean forward and bury her face into Julie’s neck, where her perfumed skin would be warm and inviting. The other side, however, wished to rip herself away from this new, unfamiliar touch and make a mad dash for the front door. The delicate, sweet florals mixed with the warmth of sandalwood of her perfume invaded her senses and helped her decide.

She lifted her hands from her lap and gently grasped Julie’s wrists as she titled her head up to meet her gaze.

Those eyes of hers… always so expressive. Anticipation and longing danced in the deep blue to the thundering beats of their hearts.

Julie’s lips were parted, soft breaths escaping in pants as she gravitated closer to Samara. They met in the middle, foreheads pressed against each other as they inhaled and exhaled the other’s breath. Through half-lidded eyes, Samara could see the bright pink of a blush on Julie’s cheeks, rivaling the dahlias in the backyard. Her fingers curled tighter around the blonde’s wrists as she tilted her head slowly, their lips barely brushing-

A knock at the door made Julie flinch and pull away, much to Samara’s dismay. Her mouth still tingled from the grazing of their lips and the blonde’s warmth lingered on her fingers.

“Sorry, one moment…” Julie’s voice was barely a whisper as she avoided meeting Samara’s eyes. One moment, they’d been close, sharing breaths, sharing warmth… Her eyes were burning holes into Julie’s back as she pulled the front door open, revealing a man on the other side.

Oh.

“Hey, baby!” He greeted with a grin as he reached for Julie, pulling her into an embrace.

Oh.

Samara’s fingers curled into her palms as she watched the couple at the door. Anger flooded her chest in a rush, warming her like freshly spilled blood did. The way he held her, with no hesitation and more familiarity than she was comfortable with, made her skin crawl as if needles were dancing across her skin; prickling and threatening to pierce her all over.

She could kill him. She should kill him. It wasn’t fair that he could touch her freely, unapologetically, and without the fear of tainting the beautiful thing that Julie was. Samara had only touched her wrists, but she was convinced that a stain had been left behind from her awful, bloodstained hands. Her jaw clenched tight enough that she feared her teeth would shatter.

His brown eyes met with hers as he held Julie, curiosity wrinkling his brows at her deadly glare. Suddenly uneasy, he pulled away from his girlfriend and asked under his breath, “Who’s that?”

Samara slowly stood and grabbed her jacket draped across the back of the chair. She shrugged it on and ignored the tugging sensation of the sutures holding her skin together— if only it could keep her from unraveling on the inside, too.

Julie turned to the side to look between her boyfriend and Samara. “She’s just-“

“Leaving.” Samara interjected coldly. “I was just leaving.”

“Sam, wait!”

She didn’t. She made a beeline for the back door and nearly tore the damned thing from its hinges as she yanked it open. The cool air of the night did little to ease the burning in her veins. She wanted to wreck the whole backyard, to uproot Julie’s precious flowers like she had done with her heart. But even as Julie held Samara’s heart in her gentle hands after ripping it from her chest, she still couldn’t bring herself to stoop so low.

“Samara, please!” Julie’s voice called to her as she felt fingers curl into the sleeve of her leather jacket. She jerked her arm from her and spun around to face the shorter woman.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” She hissed through her clenched teeth.

The moonlight illuminated Julie’s face, shadows accentuated the lines of the frown she wore and made her tears sparkle like fine diamonds as they welled up in her eyes.

A masterpiece. A fucking masterpiece, she was.

“I’m sorry…” Julie’s voice trembled. “But… what happened a few minutes ago, that was…”

She didn’t dare speak. She didn’t trust herself to while the acrid taste of poison coated her tongue.

“It was a mistake.”

A cold, sharp laugh sounded from her throat before she could think to stop it. That word… That fucking word had followed her like a goddamned shadow ever since she was born. It sounded bitter and hateful coming from her father as he threw it in her face, swearing up and down through his drunken haze that he had never intended to have a kid and wished he never did. It hurt, sure, but he was an angry drunk, and an asshole.

But for Julie to use the same word now, with regret laced through her angelic voice, brought on a pain she’d never felt. She might as well have stabbed Samara in the chest and twisted the blade to rip her heart to shreds. To dismiss their near kiss as nothing but a mistake— How fitting. Of course, this was what she deserved for being so foolish. Since when had a demon, filled with darkness and crafted through tragedy, been able to love an angel who could be radiant enough to make every shadow disappear?

She shook her head as she turned on her heel and walked away, trying her damnedest to ignore the sniffles that sounded behind her. Julie would be fine, with a boyfriend inside who could comfort her and make her forget such a mistake…

The darkness of the night awaited Samara with open arms and she melted into it, embracing the shadows and becoming one with them. Right where she belonged.

A/N: Here’s a little short for Samara that I couldn’t get out of my head! I’ve had it written for a while, just needed to edit it before posting. I’m such a sucker for characters getting patched up by someone they find cute😭 Sorry for the ending being kinda sad, but I promise Samara will have some happiness soon! Sure, Julie was pretty, but there’s other people out there for Samara— perhaps someone we all already know👀

Anyway, I hope y’all enjoyed it! I also would like to say that I’m working on the Ambrose story and the name of it is “You Call It Chaos, We Call It Family”. So, be ready for some craziness to ensue from Jason and Merry’s POV!

Taglist: @kalid-raven, @cries-in-latino, @the-pinstriped-hood, @rottent33th, @allthingsblood

Dividers by firefly-graphics

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"I'm glad you're okay" but said by someone who has just had the shit beaten out of them, to someone who is not hurt at all, is a brilliant trope and I lose my mind every time.

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This was such a cute read!!🥹 I definitely wanna see more of them, they are so sweet!!

Here it is! Finally finished, Bell and Wolfs meeting story! @kalid-raven and I discussed how the two might meet, and this is what we came up with!

I even used some dialogue from our chats in this piece, so Raven I hope this portrays your Wolfie well. I really tried to take the time to capture him as accurately as I possibly could!

Human

Slasher Oc x Oc Fic! Wolf Belongs to @kalid-raven

Bell had noticed him not to long after she sat at the bar, the attractive tall man with silver hair. He was smoking, occasionally sipping a beer, all the while leaning against a dingy wall in the back of the bar. She was mesmerized by his presence.

She tried not to stare, she really did, but the pale reddish glow of his eyes was pulling her in, demanding attention. She sat nervously picking at her fishnets, silently admiring him. He was dressed in head to toe in black, much like everyone else who had come to see the local metalcore band, and had more piercings then she could count from her vantage point. She also noticed how his ears were almost pointed as they poked through his shaggy hair.

He was cute. She wondered if he'd accept her advances if she walked over to him, he seemed rather content with being alone. She looked away as the bartender brought her drink over and thanked him, paying for it. She drank the liquid courage mulling over the possibilities for a little before looking at him dreamily.

He's just so cute, the hair and-

Her eyes widened in embarrassment as she saw the man glance at her and then do a double take in confusion. She quickly adverted her eyes down her face heating up as a blush crossed her cheeks. She felt foolish staring at him like that so openly, from the look on his face he probably thought she was crazy. She peeked up seeing he was still looking at her, intently now, she sat up in the chair some before waving just a little too eagerly. 

Jeez, way too fucking go Bell. You probably look so stupid!

Confusion crossed the mans face again, as he lifted his hand in an awkward wave back. Bell bit her lip thinking a moment before taking the last sip of her drink, and slipping off the stool. She was determined to make and introduction and hyped herself up as she made the walk over.

Whats the worst thing that could happen? He's taken?

She thought as she crossed the room weaving in and out of the dancing bodies, her eyes focused on him.

Oh god is she coming over here?!?

Wolf thought frantically as he glanced around to see if anyone else was nearby, only to confirm he was alone at the back of the bar. She was approaching him and it confused him, just like the way she had looked at him across the bar, which had shocked him to his core.It was unlike the looks of discomfort and disgust he usually received, she had looked at him with fondness. As the pretty pink haired girl came closer he couldn't help but gawk at her.

Bell smiled as she walked up to him craning her neck to look up at the towering man before her. He was staring at her, his cigarette dangling from his lips precariously. She took a little breath before speaking. "H-Hi, I'm Bell, I noticed you across the room-" she turned motioning to where she had been sitting before, turning back "And I just wanted to introduce myself." Wolf was silent for a minute still in shock thst this was actually happening. He was a monster- hell he looked like a monster, and yet here was this girl, Bell, standing before him trying to make normal conversation.

Oh right- Conversation!

Wolf swallowed hard before taking the cigarette from between his lips, his ears a little red in embarrassment. "Oh uh hi. I'm Wolf, nice to meet you?" the girl giggled a little.

"Well I sure hope its nice to meet me, don't sound so sure of yourself or anything Wolf." Wolf panicked, he hadn't realized his tone until now, but he had said it as if it was a question and not a clear statement.

He was happy to meet the mysterious pink girl but also he was confused and-

Bell was watching as the man seemed to have a inner panic, hoping what she said hadn't upset him, she was only playfully teasing. He looked back at the Bell seeing she was patiently waiting for a response.

"Sorry, I'm just not used to being talked to." he explained honestly with a wave of his hand, cigarette smoke swirling around the air "You know, resting bitch face and all that. A nice hello isn't the usual for me." she nodded pushing pink strands behind her ear, a playful smile creeping up on her face.

"Mmm I don't believe that, you look so inviting!" He scoffed.

"Right, inviting. Like I'm inviting someone to a dark alleyway maybe." he sarcastically replied taking a swig of the forgotten beer in his hand. Bell shifted her weight from one foot to another smirking slightly. She liked this guy she decided. He was funny, and attractive, and something else about him was so alluring to her.

"Dark alleys aren't where all the fun happens?!?! I've been lied to my whole life!"  Wolf raised his eyebrow at this and actually chuckled, cursing the way the vampirism made it sound a tad bit unnerving, but Bell hadn't reacted at all. He was beginning to like this mysterious girl, she made him feel normal. She took a step closer to him to get out of someones way, the two were only a foot apart now and she was craning her neck to look at him.

"Yep, full of lies. Sorry to be the one to break the news to you." He smirked amused, his rows of sharp teeth showing. Bell noticed but she kept it to herself.

"You're breaking my heart!" she put her hand to her chest with a fake pout before motioning around a little. "Not to be rude, but you don't seem like the type to like places like this." Wolf looked at her curiously "I just mean you're all by yourself over here and-" She nervously laughed "I'm sorry that was rude and totally not my business." Wolf shrugged some smiling a little, this girl could read him.

"No worries, you're right actually." he chuckled a little as she let out a small breath of relief "It was quieter when I got here, just wanted a drink." he shook the nearly empty bottle for effect. "But what about you huh?" his eyes wandered up and down the girls lacey black dress and fishnet clad legs resting on the black and pink heels on her feet. "You look a little classy for a place like this" he asked almost quizzically hoping that was the correct word for what he was trying to say. He just thought she looked rather nice for the shitty bar they were stationed in. Bell snorted a bit and he panicked some, but she quickly threw her hand up waving.

"I'm not laughing at you!" she assured him "I've just never been called classy in my normal clothes, so that was a bit of a shocker for me!" she pushed her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit of hers he could tell. "I just came out for a drink too, I had a long day." Bells eight hour ballet practice had worn her out completely, but that was a story for another time. "I like the band that's playing tonight too." He nodded his head, they were pretty good he thought. He finished his beer before motioning to the bar.

"I'll buy you a drink, if you'd like?" Bell was surprised by the offer, but also hesitant to accept. She was too use to men expecting something in return for the effort, but she firmly believed Wolf wasn't like that. But still to be safe she did the only thing that made sense to her.

"Sure." she accepted smiling "But only if you let me buy you a beer in return?" Wolfs eyes lit up in surprise, he hadn't expected that. He blushed faintly hoping the lowlight disguised it.

"You don't have to do that-"

"I insist!" he smiled at her persistence.

"Alright then sure, only if you insist though." The pair made their way to the bar, Wolf trailing behind the smaller woman, he couldn't help but notice how graceful she was on her feet. Every step was calculated and smooth, like she was gliding across the bar.

As she hopped up on the stool Bell glanced over admiring the man once more, she couldn't believe her luck. "What would you like?" Wolf asked focusing her attention. She thought she could see a faint blush across his face. She turned to the bartender who was patiently waiting.

"Oh another Shirley Temple please, and I'm paying for whatever he's having." The bartender nodded turning to Wolf who held his bottle up to signify. "Coming right up." Bell smiled giving Wolf her attention back.

"So are you from around here?" Wolf shook his head no as he settled himself in the stool beside Bell.

"No, I'm not from particularly anywhere honestly. I'm a bit of a traveler, New York has just struck my fancy for now." Bell nodded but deep down she was a little disappointed. She had hoped he was a local so they could possibly see each other more if the night went well.

"I see! That must be nice, traveling all you want." The bartender interrupted bringing their drinks and the two paid for each others before continue where they left off.

"It's nice I suppose, it can get lonely though."

That was the biggest understatement in the world.

Thought Wolf. Drifting for decades with no ties had become boring to him, he longed for connection.

"Are you from New York or no?" he inquired changing the subject and Bell smiled.

"Born and raised. I haven't always lived in Manhattan though, when I was a child my mother and I lived in Catskill a small village about two and a half hours from here." He nodded, it explained why her accent wasn't as thick as the typical new yorkers he heard.

"And your mother, is she around?" Wolf was good at this, directing questions away from himself, and yet still keeping the conversation going.

"Mama lives in Catskill still, she drives here every now and then to check up on me." Wolf nodded sipping his beer. She didn't like talking about her mother, he could tell by the way her tone changed slightly and her eyes lost that sparkle. Bell sipped her drink nervously, she hoped he hadn't picked up on her discomfort.

"What about work?" she perked up again and he felt himself smile slightly.

"I'm a ballet dancer!" He raised his eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Well don't sound so surprised!" She playfully tapped his boot with her heel making him chuckle some.

"I'm sorry, I just thought ballerinas were all sparkles and tutus." Bell giggled

"I'm night and day at work and out here. You probably wouldn't even recognize me on the street after I leave practice." So she thought, his sense of smell would betray any disguise she thought she might have, but he understood her point.

"No wonder you're so graceful on your feet. You practically glided to the bar." he said without a second thought. Bell's mind raced wild at the idea he had been paying such close attention to her. She sipped her drink noticing he was eyeing it curiously.

"Have you ever had one?" She asked motioning to the nearly finished Shirley Temple in front of her. He shook his head no.

"I usually just order beer, does get kind of boring, is that good?" She smiled plucking a straw out of the cup on the bar and placing it in the drink removing hers.

"Here, you try!" She slid the cup to him.

"Are you sure-" she nodded and he took a sip surprised at how nice the fruity beverage was, he'd have to venture off from his usual more often. He polished off the rest then looked apologizing. "I'm sorry I'll get you another one." Bell shook her head waving her hand.

"No no that's alright! I have a rehearsal tomorrow anyways, so I really I shouldn't have another." Wolf nodded understanding.

"A rehearsal for a show?" he asked trying to ramp the conversation back up, he enjoyed talking to Bell. Bell enthusiastically nodded.

"Yes! My company is doing The Nutcracker for Christmas. I'm the Sugar Plum Fairy." Suitable for such a sweet woman.

"That sounds wonderful, I'm sure you'll do a fantastic job." Bell thanked him, she wanted to give him a flyer but wasn't sure if that would be weird or not. After chatting for a long while about their shared interests, Bell looked at the time and gasped.

"Oh goodness I have to get going. Early day tomorrow." Wolf nodded, standing and offering his hand to help Bell down the tall stool. She took it appreciatively and stood looking up at the man.

Will he ask for my number?

She wondered as the man nervously shifted in front of her. Wolf had never thought to get a cellphone before now since he'd have no one to talk too. "Do you come here often?" he asked in hopes he could see her again. Bell didn't, this wasn't the usual bar she frequented, but she'd make an exception if it meant the chance to see him again.

"Mhm... I usually come out here every Saturday." she lied flawlessly. Wolf smiled some, there was hope!

"Maybe we could meet up here again next week? 8pm?" Bells stomach flipped, she would be thinking about the plans the whole next week.

"I'd love that Wolf." He walked her out the bar and waved her a cab down. The two shared a awkward hug in goodbye, before Bell was off waving at him through the glass.

Wolf stood watching the cab take off down the road and smiled, it had been awhile since he felt so human.

As always hope you enjoyed!

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THIS IS SO GOOD!😭 I LOVE THIS AND THEM SO MUCH

And when your fears subside and shadows still remain,

I know that you can love me when there's no one left to blame

So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way

Nothin' lasts forever, even cold November Rain

@cries-in-latino come cry with me. I love our boys so much 😭😭😭

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Emoji Asks are open for William and Maddox!

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feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

[angxlslasher]

THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD READ😭💖

You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Darrell goes to Ambrose [Part 5/5]

Links to Part 1 2 3 4

Warnings: angst but just a smidge, slasher-typical violence

A/N: This concludes the thrilling saga! Thanks for riding along with me! And apologies for throwing Part 4 into our little moot circle like the goddess of discord with the golden apple. 💙

Featuring the Sinclairs, RZ Michael Myers, and the ocs of @the-pinstriped-hood (Percy), @rottent33th (Ellie) @slaasherslut (Ava), @kalid-raven (Alia), and @cries-in-latino (Red). Merry and Jason Vorhees are also mentioned!

Tagging some moots who might wanna see this! @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @angxlslasher @allthingsblood @probably-a-plant-thing

It had rained throughout the night. The first thunderclap terrified Darrell. It felt like the storm was hovering right above them, as though God had stretched his hand over the town of Ambrose in judgment, and he had brought ruin upon them.

He was a parasite, a leech, some deadly disease that caused only pain and death.

Creeping Death, the Marines called him. They'd pat his shoulder, sharing in the glory of the slaughter, praising his gift. He felt hot tears on his lashes. If killing was his only talent, then that was no gift. That was his curse.

His heart began to race when he heard the heated exchange between Percy and Bo, recalling the countless times his father and mother had done the same.

They were arguing because of him. It was all his fault again.

The chair remained wedged under the doorknob where he left it. The window, he discovered, was caulked shut. He'd tried to lift the sash. The pulley groaned. The wood creaked, but it did not give.

He gave the sash a good, manly rattle, then picked at the thick line of sealant on the sill with his fingernails. Good. Nobody could get in. Then again, nobody could get out.

He'd locked himself in out of impulse, and sat with his back flat against the wall, staring at the door. When morning came and the black of night had diffused to a gloomy gray, he was a lot calmer.

He sat there, toying with the magic 8 ball in his hands. What happens now? What do I do now?

He imagined the magic 8 ball would say, That isn't a question I can answer, sweetheart.

"Should I get him back?"

To be fair, he didn't really understand why he didn't fight back when Vincent caught him in that basement. He gave it a thought, and realized that the bizareness of what he found there threw him off.

Feeding people to hogs was different. That was waste disposal, and most were already dead when he gave them away. To pour wax over them while they were alive, however…

My sources say no.

"I should apologize. Right?"

Most likely.

He stood up and pulled a cardigan from his backpack. He unbarricaded the door and crept down the hall. Percy and Bo were still asleep. When he went down to the den, he peered around cautiously. The house was empty and the storm raged all around it, buffeting the glass panes and shutters. The wind whistled in the vents. The fireplace yawned like a chasm. Murderer, it groaned.

Darrell desperately tried to light the stove. Warmth would certainly help. Placing a cast iron skillet on the stove top, he went about preparing his apology.

He remembered to do all the tips and tricks Red taught him about cooking the perfect deli-style breakfast sandwich. Except caramelize some sweet onions. He wasn't going to caramelize no damn onions at 5 in the morning like a madman.

He fried some bacon strips in another pan. Once everything was cooked, he assembled the sandwiches and wrapped them in parchment paper. He made a dozen, so everyone could have one.

Percy's coffee machine daunted him as he looked it over. She'd taught him how to use it. Let him press his first coffee puck. He thought it looked cute and asked to do it for her whenever she wanted coffee. He was still sort of intimidated by all the buttons, but he took the risk to make Bo and Percy some coffee.

He left two sandwiches on the chopping block. The rest he packed into an insulated lunch bag he found on top of the fridge.

The sound and the smell must have woken them, because Percy and Bo shuffled into the kitchen just as the coffee was ready.

"Busy, busy bee."

"Hey, Bo." Darrell zipped up the lunch bag. "I… I made breakfast. S-somethin' of a peace offerin'."

"Oh, darling," cooed Percy. She wrapped him into a tight hug. She looked up into Darrell's face and took his cheeks in her hands. "It wasn't your fault."

"I heard ya fightin'. Knowin' I caused that don't sit right with me." He smiled wryly. His voice barely rose above a whisper. "M-maybe it woulda been better if I never came at all. I ruined everythin'."

"Hush! Don't say that! It's alright. We've made up now, haven't we?" Percy looked over her shoulder at Bo. He gave her a wink.

"Ain't nothin' I can't handle."

"Sure."

Percy pinched Darrell's cheeks the same way she sometimes pinched Macavity's. "See? Anyhow, if anyone deserves an apology, it's most definitely you."

Bo had already taken two bites out of his sandwich. He gave Darrell a handsome smile, something Darrell felt was supposed to make up for a verbal apology. He didn't know why, but he was willing to take it.

"This is fuckin' good," Bo said with a mouthful of eggs and cheese.

"Glad ya like it."

Bo pulled a chair out from under the table with his foot. "Come, sit down. We'll eat together."

"No, I gotta go. These don't taste good cold." Darrell hooked the bag strap on his shoulder and headed for the door.

"You goin' out in that?" Bo asked, a knit in his brow.

"There's a couple of other people I gotta apologize to."

Ellie flung her arms around his neck when she answered the door. "Get in here! You'll catch your death."

Darrell unzipped the bag and handed out the sandwiches along with his apologies. Michael was adamant, however, and wanted Darrell to wheedle him out of his anger. He had left him in the House of Wax. There was a bloody bandage on his left hand, over the gash Vincent's knife had left.

"I really am sorry, Mikey. I shoulda stayed with ya. Least I coulda done for you steppin' in."

Michael could hardly resist the sandwich Darrell was offering. Eventually, he gave in.

"Alright," Darrell laughed. "We good? Friends again?"

Overjoyed, Darrell scooted closer to give Michael a hug. He was met with a hand to his throat, applying pressure on his windpipe. Darrel said in a strangled voice, "Ok. We ain't there yet. Got it."

Michael was amused, he nearly cracked a smile. He was barely even choking him. Alia called his name sternly and he let go immediately.

Uneven steps sounded on the floorboards. Vincent rounded the corner and both he and Darrell jumped. Michael stopped mid-bite. Ellie and Alia held their breath.

"Can we talk?" asked Darrell just as Vincent signed.

Ellie laughed. "You said that at the same time."

It was cold out on the porch. The rain showed no sign of stopping. Water poured in rivulets from the sloping roof. The flowers swayed in the wind, like happy little dancing ladies in colorful gowns.

Vincent and Darrell sat together on a wicker bench, their backs cushioned by kitschy throw pillows.

Vincent was in pain. Darrell could tell. He was breathing hard, grunting when he moved. There was an ugly purple and green bruise running down his jaw.

"Michael do that?"

Vincent nodded. Before Darrell could speak anymore, Vincent held up his hand for silence. He began to write on the legal pad he had brought with him. Darrell waited, holding the lunch bag in his lap.

Vincent set down his pen and handed Darrell the legal pad.

I'm sorry. I know that won't necessarily take back what I tried to do, but for what it's worth, it was inappropriate - for lack of a better word - and hypocritical as they've pointed out.

But you do understand, I was only acting out of fear. I don't know you or your real intentions. I have nothing in the world but my family and I'll do anything to keep them all safe. I'm sure you would do the same. I wish things had turned out differently all the same.

Darrell was nodding. "I understand. Really, I do. You're right," he said. "I-I'm sorry I wasn't up front about it. I mean, let's face it how up front can you get? 'Hey, nice ta meet ya I kill people now and then!'."

Vincent let out a short puff. A chuckle, perhaps?

He asked for the pad and scribbled, Yeah. I know. Bad surprise for both of us.

It was going well so far.

"But you have to know," Darrell told him, "I killed those kids because they deserved it."

Darrell frowned at the word he had used. Vincent watched him closely with his good eye.

"They did something to someone who couldn't, wouldn't defend himself. Someone important to me."

Their eyes met. The distrust was there, still, and the dislike, but Vincent was a lot more receptive now.

"Trust that I won't do anything to hurt you or the people you love. They've been nothing but kind and that means the world to me."

Thunder. Rainfall. Whistling wind.

Finally, a truce.

Vincent passed Darrell the pad again.

I'll hold you to that.

Darrell unzipped the lunch bag and handed Vincent his sandwich. "Well," he said, getting up, "Best be off. Need ta get these to Les and Ava. I made some for Merry and Jason, too. I left them in the kitchen."

Vincent grunted before Darrell could trot through the rain. He held out a lacy umbrella, one of Ellie's. For a minute, the resemblance between him and Bo struck Darrell hard. Not just because of the mask Vincent wore. There was a glint of that Southern charm layered under the wax and the wool sweater. He could see the same mocking squint in his eyes.

He imagined how Vincent would sound. Just like Bo.

You goin' out in that?

—

A/N: Timeline wise please refer to @the-pinstriped-hood 's I Wanna Talk and @cries-in-latino 's Red - Part 3

—

The moment Red arrived, Darrell felt like he was in a movie. The rain, and the man that had braved it to be with him, made him feel butterflies.

He kissed him right then and there. Cut him off mid-sentence. He'd missed him so much that he practically pulled him off the quad bike.

"Oh, uh, this is Red," he told an aghast Bo and an excited Percy.

He didn't tell him about what happened in the House of Wax. No need. Besides, Red brought his gun and was never afraid to use it. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

Everyone was getting along fantastically.

The hurricane had thrown life in Louisiana off balance. Storm surges hit the coastline, power fluctuated. Darrell hoped to God his trailer would still be where it stood when they got home.

One morning, Darrell, Red, and Vincent joined Bo at the station. He was still trying to make the sedan run, albeit more desperately now. The other three men tried to pitch in helpful suggestions, but Bo kept rebuffing them - insisting he had already done what they told him.

Darrell searched the exposed engine for clues about the damage it was harboring. Vincent, sweater sleeves hiked up, peered around beside him.

Darrell's hips were cocked lazily, tight jeans hugged his thighs and his bottom. Red was certainly enjoying the view.

Darrell had stuck a half-eaten pop tart - still in the foil - in his back pocket. Red's eyes widened. Dirty thoughts raced through his mind. Bo watched, horrified, as Red licked his lower lip and inched forward and down.

All of a sudden, he grabbed Darrell's thighs and sunk his teeth on the pop tart with a deep ruff!

"Whoa, now!" Darrell yelped.

Darrell leapt and reached back to gently touch Red's head. Red was laughing, the pop tart still in his mouth, and Darrell pinched his cheek.

They went back to trying to fix the car. They were still arguing amongst themselves when the bell at the door tinkled. A man walked in, muttering and haggard. He barked for assistance. "S'That sign right? Still a dollar, nineteen for a gallon?" he demanded as Bo sauntered behind the glass counter.

Red looked out the window. Lester's truck was running idly beside the pumps. Odd. Lester had gone out earlier to help any wildlife that may have gotten trapped or stuck in the hurricane.

Red shot Darrell an urgent look. Vincent had seen it too and was quietly setting the lock in place. Darrell pulled the garage door down with a crash.

Bo watched the man empty his pockets on the counter. He counted out a set of bills, crumpled and wet, and told Bo to get on with it. The phone he had carelessly placed beside the money was Lester's. The screen lit up as a notification pinged. Ava's name was on the ribbon.

"You gonna get that?" inquired Bo.

"Mind your fuckin' business and get the damn gas!" the man snapped. He wheeled around only to find Vincent and Red inching closer. "Why don't you fuckheads back the fuck up, eh?"

"I'm warning you!" He made a gesture as if he was about to unholster a weapon. He whipped a gun out and aimed it at Red. "That's it! I was gonna be nice but fuck that! Back the fuck up and we won't have ourselves a problem." He turned to Bo. "Because y'all are being real fuckin' asshats I'll take whatever the fuck you have in this shithole, too!"

The men's calmness and blank stares began to unnerve him. "I said move!" he yelled. He kept changing targets. Now to Vincent, then back to Red.

The man gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. Darrell flinched. There was a click. Nothing happened.

Red took a bite from the pop tart, set it down on the counter, and took the handgun from his would-be assailant. He flipped the safety and shot the man in the knee.

Blood, warm and red, splattered the cold floor. The man screamed in agony.

Bo vaulted over the counter. He snappishly cocked the shotgun and pressed the barrell to the man's temple. "The guy you took the truck and the phone from, where is he?!"

"Motherfucker," cried the thwarted robber.

Red stepped on the entry wound. "Answer the damn question."

"Where?!" Bo roared.

"I left him at the fork in the road," the man hissed. "Knocked him out cold."

Darrell's dirt bike roared to life as he kick started it. Vincent raised the garage door, and Darrell went speeding down to find Lester.

He called out his name, shielding his eyes from the torrential rain. Peals of thunder made his insides grow cold, but he pressed on. When he reached the fork in the road, he dismounted and started his search. Lester wasn't there.

He tripped on gnarled roots trying to scour the wet ground for his friend but to no avail.

"Lester, please!" he screamed into the wind. "Lester, can you hear me?!"

Lightning illuminated the gully he stood over. In the bottom of it, sheltered under the slope was Lester, sitting groggily with two fat raccoons.

"Hey, Darrell," Lester piped up as Darrell slid down to join him. "Was just about to walk home. Would ya believe they dragged me down here?" He meant the raccoons. "Cut 'em loose from some wire trap just before that guy turned up. They returned the favor. Kept me outta the rain."

Darrell was feeling around Lester's body for injuries. "Are you hurt?" he asked.

"Just my head."

He was bleeding.

"You're gonna be ok, ok? Come on, let's getcha home to Ava."

"Can they come, too?" Lester hung back to stare at his new friends. Darrell marveled when he found one of them reaching up, like a child wanting to be carried.

So, Ava was greeted by the sight of Darrell slowing to a stop in her driveway with a bloody Lester backriding and two raccoons sitting on the fuel tank. She was almost afraid to ask what had happened.

Ten minutes later, Lester was sitting in bed, getting patched up by his girlfriend. Darrell watched at the door, one raccoon clinging to his pants leg.

The rest of the family arrived not long after.

"What the fuck happened?!"

That was Bo's way of saying, Thank God you're alright.

Vincent touched Darrell on the arm as he passed into the room. Tucking his foot under the raccoon, Darrell hobbled down the hall to join Red. "You're like a goddarn action movie star," he said and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Bruce Willis got nothin' on me, Blue. Easy, Fatso!"

The raccoon had bared its teeth at Red and growled.

"Hope he ain't got rabies."

Darrell cupped Red's cheeks in his large hands. "I'm so happy you're here," he whispered.

Red held his wrists, grinning from ear to ear. "Me, too. Oddly enough, despite what's happened, I got a good feelin' about things."

"Yeah." Darrell pressed his forehead against Red's. "Me, too."