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[sappygentlemen]

Hope you like this one. This is for all the people who keep calling him husband 😭‼️

It was sunny morning, as usual. Ominis always knew because, he could feel the sun on his face, beaming down, as he opened the curtains, trying to gently wake you. Of course, You were still sleeping peacefully on the large California king bed that you both shared, your legs entangled in the blankets as you snored lightly. Ominis chuckled deeply hearing you move around as you slept. Though he couldn't see you, he loved to listen to the sound of your soft breaths, going in, and out. Your heartbeat was what relaxed him the most though. The rhythmic beating keeping him grounded to this world, to you. You were his EVERYTHING. His whole world. He would move heaven and earth for you, and he was certain you would too (and probably die trying). You were his reckless lover, who was constantly getting wrapped in messes during your days at Hogwarts. Usually those messes ended in Ominis having to patch you up, while he scolded Sebastian for being so reckless, while you chuckled through the pain(he would scold you later, so don't get TOO cocky). Ominis followed the sound of your breathing, as he walked back to bed, leaning down next to you, gently kissing your face until you slowly woke up, with a yawn and a stretch. You woke up as peacefully as ever, his hand rising up to your face so he could feel that lovely smile of yours. The ring on his finger, slightly cold as his hand (which was also usually cold lol) touched your face. However, his hand quickly warmed when you took it into yours, allowing his fingers to trace the matching ring on your hand. He murmured sweet nothing's to you as you awoke slowly, continuing to pepper your face with kisses and encourage you to wake up and get ready for the fourth day of your lovely honeymoon.

Ominis knew he loved and would continue to love this life. And he wouldn't trade it, or you for the world.

Just imagine.

Sitting with Ominis Gaunt, in nothing but silence, a comfortable silence of course, but silence nonetheless. Sitting next to each other on a couch in the common room while Ominis reads you one of his many books. Braille of course. But he's reading it out loud so you don't care What Language it's in, as long as he continues to use that soothing voice to lull you to sleep. Truthfully, you're SUPPOSED to be writing an essay for potions, and you told Ominis that hearing people read, gave you a clear mind. Though you never anticipated to be THIS relaxed by his voice. Sebastian was out running around in the library as usual, and here you were, curled up next to Ominis, head leaning on his shoulder as he read a book on (your favorite subject). Ominis read for what felt like hours and finally you were at the brink of real sleep, your body softly going limp as your head fell from his shoulder to his lap. Ominis tensed for a few minutes, but eventually he relaxed with a few deep breaths and grumbling mumbles. As your body enters a peaceful sleep, you feel a hand in your hair, softly playing with the strands, as the soothing voice continues.

[sappygentlemen]

All right. I gave the Ominis people their food, so now it's time for Sebastian sallow ☝️‼️

Have fun 🙏‼️😸

It was a sweet summer day, one that made the birds and griffins come out to play and drink water by the lakes. the wildlife on the grounds of Hogwarts had been enjoying the weather, but not as much as two particular students.

Sebastian sallow and y/n had gone to the lake, laying down underneath a nearby tree and soaking up the suns rays. They were both laying on the ground, one was sleeping peacefully from a stressful week, and the other was trying (and failing) to make a flower crown.

Earlier today, Sebastian had read a small book on how to properly make a flower crown, of course he DEFINITELY had NO ULTIER MOTIVES for learning this skill.. 🤭

Sebastian was currently struggling and grumbling while he tries to make this crown. Though after an hour of hard work, he finally did it, and as much as he wanted to wake you up and celebrate with you, he couldn't. He stared at your face with a big grin as he held the flower crown, gently setting it on your chest as you rested so peacefully. After giving you the flower crown, he decided to scoot just the SLIGHTEST bit closer to you(for absolutely NO reason 🤭) and join you in your sunny nap time :)

BONUS:

The kids of Hogwarts passed by the pair and giggled, hoping to interrogate them both about it later at supper. Though one Hogwarts student, sat down at the tree, sighing in relief at his friends FINALLY giving him the peace he needed. Letting them rest as he got their shared homework assignments done (knowing they'd regret wasting time later)

[sappygentlemen]

Just imagine.

Sitting with Ominis Gaunt, in nothing but silence, a comfortable silence of course, but silence nonetheless. Sitting next to each other on a couch in the common room while Ominis reads you one of his many books. Braille of course. But he's reading it out loud so you don't care What Language it's in, as long as he continues to use that soothing voice to lull you to sleep. Truthfully, you're SUPPOSED to be writing an essay for potions, and you told Ominis that hearing people read, gave you a clear mind. Though you never anticipated to be THIS relaxed by his voice. Sebastian was out running around in the library as usual, and here you were, curled up next to Ominis, head leaning on his shoulder as he read a book on (your favorite subject). Ominis read for what felt like hours and finally you were at the brink of real sleep, your body softly going limp as your head fell from his shoulder to his lap. Ominis tensed for a few minutes, but eventually he relaxed with a few deep breaths and grumbling mumbles. As your body enters a peaceful sleep, you feel a hand in your hair, softly playing with the strands, as the soothing voice continues.

[sappygentlemen]

HEY GUYS. IM BACK. WITH THE ACTUAL FINALE TO THE BELOVED BASEMENT DWELLER ‼️🤓

A breath of fresh air

Hours later ☝️🤓‼️

It has been weeks since the death of Declan Malouff.

Though he was improving,Quincy was in shambles. he was trying to stay strong for me, I could tell. Nate had been working nonstop as usual, and well, I was. Useless. I hadn't been to work since Declans death, I sat at home, practically on auto pilot. It was like I didn't know what freedom felt like anymore; before Declan had died, I lived in half peace. I felt freedom, the same way a kid feels free when they run down the road, despite being under careful watch of their parents. I felt like I was still tied to him, and that somehow made freedom sweeter, the taste of rebellion was like fruit on my tounge. Now that Declan was dead, I was beside myself. I continued life as normal, but I barely smiled anymore, I didn't laugh or talk non-stop anymore, I was stuck in the shock. Nate had offered to take me outside several times, but I always refused and stayed home. I refused to leave my little hermit shell, well, until today. I promised Nate I would at least TRY to go on a walk with him today.

Nate has been holding my hand this entire time. We're Currently walking through the park, the one with the botanical garden that I loved so much. Nate knew all my favorite places, which was one of the things I loved so much about him. He was always so caring towards me, but despite that, I couldn't seem to stop second guessing myself all day. As if I was walking on a tight rope, trying to balance and walk around the elephant between us. The death of Declan. My past. Who I was when I was with Declan. Everything. I knew that what I did during that time, was influenced heavily by Declan, who repeatedly told me that's what real lovers do for each other, but deep down, I knew murder was wrong, no matter what. I was lost in thought as we walked through the garden, before Nate grabbed my shoulder gently. I Flinched at his touch, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Sam.. I hope you know I'm here for you. No matter what happened back then, I'm here with you."

I took a sharp breath. Afterwards, For once, I exhaled, holding back a sob of relief. It might not seem like much, but his words, and the endearing look in his eyes, meant everything to me. It was like taking a million bricks off my chest.

"...I know.. I'm just.. a little shook up still."

"Sam... It's okay. I just need you to know that... Um.. well . I love you Sam. And I know you're still healing so, don't feel pressured to say it back, but I just thought you should know I'm always here for yo-"

I choked back a sob, catching Nate off guard as I grabbed him and held him close. As if he would run away if my grip slipped. Id never been loved before, and this was scary, but if it was Nate, I was happy to try. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, leaning down to hold him as he patted my back slowly, as my tears soaked his shoulder

"I love you too.. I think? Sorry.. I'm still figuring the whole love thing out with the therapist. But. I think I love you"

"and that's enough for me. Just focus on healing for now, we've got our whole lives ahead of us Sam"

As those words left his mouth, I finally let go of all the tension in my body, relaxing for the first time in years. Taking in a breath of fresh air.

:) THE END

[sappygentlemen]

Hey guys, I finally remembered the password to this account 😸‼️expect a post soon

[sappygentlemen]

FIRST CHAPTER DID NOT COME OUT THE NEXT DAY 😨 and it will be out. Whenever. because. SILLYYYY (aka. SCHOOLWORK😇)

After that. Idrk. What- to write? 🚶

Hey guys. I'm silly.

so as we all know. basement dweller is over.

and in light of this information. I would like to introduce my new series. first chapter coming out tomorrow.

A breath of fresh air.

[sappygentlemen]

Hey guys. I'm silly.

so as we all know. basement dweller is over.

and in light of this information. I would like to introduce my new series. first chapter coming out tomorrow.

A breath of fresh air.

[sappygentlemen]

PART SIX. the finale

Basement Dweller

hey guys :') sorry for the long pause between the series. I needed this to be PERFECT, so I kept rewriting it BUT IM BACK!! THE MYTH THE MAN THE LEGEND.

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS, DEATH. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

everything was dark... the ground beneath me felt damp... the air was thick and humid.

where am I.

the air smelt strangely familiar. the ground felt like something so familiar, as though I forgot it with the pass of time. almost like a childhood memory that you don't realize you've lost until something brings you back.

deep down. I knew what this was. but I didn't have the strength to admit it. this was the place I'd broken many bones, pleaded for my life, and countless other traumatic events that I'd tried my best to never think about again. the one place I'd never wanted to return.

The basement.

this damned basement made my nostrils burn, but that was always part of the punishment. the fumes from the chloroform on the other side of the room were supposed to slowly lull you into sickly submission. like a dog being drugged with a sedative, but then again, that's all I was to Declan. A dog.

I felt a burn in my hands, similar to the feeling when you fall on concrete. just as I took in a sharp breath from the pain, I heard a gasp from a couple feet away.

"SAM! you're awake!! thank God... I was so worried.. I was worried he'd hurt you too bad... I'm sorry I couldn't do much for the wounds. they might still burn from the alcohol I used to clean them. it was the only thing I could find"

"can you sit up Sam? I hate to rush you but... I feel our situation might be a bit urgent. as much as I want you to rest, you're the only one who knows this basement, and how to escape"

"..Nate? Quincy? .....how did he?... how did he manage to get all three of us?.. I mean, we had alarms all over the house.. how did he even get in?"

silence overtook the room for a moment as I grunted and tried my best to slowly sit up, the effects of a sleeping drug obviously wearing me down as I tried to regain my senses. something was different about the basement. none of us were chained up? we were moving freely. the doses he gave us obviously weren't strong enough to keep us under for long enough to kill us. what the hell is Declan planning to do.

As I sat up, slowly rising to my feet, I saw Quincy looking at me, the guilt was obvious on his face. he was hiding something.

"I'm so sorry guys... I thought... I mean... he told me he was getting help... he said he just wanted to apologize, he promised!!"

a low voice spoke from behind all of us. "I do just want to talk.. I want you back Sam... we deserve to be together.. and I'll do anything to get you back. Anything."

it was Declan, and he had a small hatchet in his hand. MY hatchet.

I tried my best to stand in front of Nate but by the time I had, it was too late, and I was too weak. He knocked Nate down with the butt of the hatchet. knocking me on my ass in the process. Quincy stood to the side, he looked horrified. As if he was frozen in fear. I tried my best to sit up, but I knew I couldn't. my body was still weak, still recovering from the drugs injected into us.

"it doesn't have to end like this Sam. I'll let you all go.. all you have to do is come back .home... we can all go back to our normal lives.... isn't that what you want? to be back with ME. your SOULMATE"

"you were never my soulmate. you never cared for me Declan. now stop this!"

"I LOVED you. I CARED for you."

".....what was my favorite color... if you can answer.. I'll come home. back to you. but if you get it wrong. You have to let us go. deal?"

"deal. Its red. You have it everywhere, its all over your outfits. Its red."

Declans boot was on top of Nates chest. Stepping down lightly, even so, Nate coughed up an answer as he stare at Declan from beneath his boot.

"His favorite color is yellow. Mustard yellow... *cough* mustard like the bottle, not the liquid."

"what?.... no, no that cant be right?...I know Sam more then ANYONE! you're lying. I know Sam. I love Sam."

"no you don't Declan. you don't know me. you've never known me."

Declan began to open his mouth, but before he could get any words out, a loud bang rung through the room, bouncing off every wall. he gasped and gripped his chest. four more loud bangs were heard, long with shouts and the sounds of several sets of boots stomping through the house. Austin had almost literally shot him in the back. Declan was shot multiple times before his body slumped to the floor. Austin was panting, struck in fear by his own actions. standing behind Declan, with a police force gun in his hands. and several swat members, running into the room, flashlights blaring into our eyes as they took us out of the house one by one.

Austin had killed Declan...

we were all sitting outside the police station. the situation was almost unbelievable. it felt like some silly child's nightmare, and to me, it was my nightmare, but I couldn't focus on myself for long, I knew Quincy needed me. I draped a small blanket over where he sat, unmoving, staring at the floor. as if not even God could draw so much as a twitch from him, and the worst part was, I could understand exactly how he felt. so much had happened tonight.

Austin told all of us that he was an undercover detective on Declans case. He had sneaking suspicion that all the missing chemicals in the hospital were from Declan, the only guard with access but without solid proof he couldn't prove anything. so he went undercover. gathering information until he could put him behind bars.

after a short while, Nate walked out of the station, waving goodbye to Austin, his keys jingling in his pocket as he walked towards us... I hoped he had more encouraging words for Quincy because currently, I wasn't much better off, and was in no position to give an inspirational speech. Nate wasn't good at speeches, but his next words at least made Quincy nod his head, which was a big accomplishment at the moment.

"Mcdonalds?"

[sappygentlemen]

PART FIVE. to my beloved, basement dweller

you know the drill.

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

beep. beep. beep. beep.

".... do you think Sam will wake up today?.."

".......I dont know Quincy... im doing everything I can, but between, all their current injuries, their lack of a leg, the mass amount of VERY old injuries it seems, that never healed right..... i... i dont know Quincy."

".....its been 3 weeks........"

Quincy wanted to ask if Sam would EVER wake up... but he knew he couldnt handle the potential answer to that question. He chose to hold his tongue. even though Nate knew exactly what he wanted to ask.

sigh "i know Quincy. Im sorry.....Your welcome to stay, but i suggest you go hom-"

"Id like to stay.. please.... please nate.."

Quincys voice was wavering, cracked at the end. His previous sobbing evident in his hoarse throat and sniffles. The eye bags proved the lack of sleep hed been getting these past few weeks, but Nate didnt need them to know.. Nate had been Sams doctor since Quincy bravely rushed Sam to his mentor.. their next door neighbor.. Dr. Nate.

As Quincy stood, wobbly, but standing, Nate could do nothing but look at his usually lively and strong assistant, with sympathy, and concern. Hed promised not to look into the situation that caused Sams state, under a promise he made Quincy, that possibly went against everything Nate stood for, but a promise Nate intended to keep ,for Quincys sake nonetheless.

"very well. please have a shower though.. i know this is hard but, im sure your friend wouldn't want to see you suffer like this."

Silence fills the room. Quincy walks to the white, clean, neat hospital bed. Sams hospital bed. The same bed, hed been laying, un-moving, for 3 weeks. Sams condition was stable, and he was healing well, but he had remained in the coma, causing Nate to be concerned... concerned that maybe he would never wake up..

Though, he was interrupted and his attention was stolen, as he got an urgent code, not being able to say a proper goodbye to his former assistant, before he was rushing and running down the halls of the hospital. Quincy was understanding, he knew no matter how much Dr.Nate cared, he still had a job to do.

He calmly pulled a small book of poems out of his bag, as he pulled a chair up next to Sams bed, making sure to avoid all the wires. He had read this book to Sam everyday, since the second day of Sams hospital stay, when Quincy made a trip home, to pack a bag of stuff.

"this was always your favorite book.. you used to read it to me, remember?... i hope you can hear me reading it...im trying my best to do get all the voices right.."

The silence in the room is interrupted, by a cracked, hoarse, sob escaping Quincy's throat, as he chuckled lightly, whipping away his tears with his jacket sleeve.....more specifically.. Sams jacket sleeve...

"everyone knows you were always the best at that...i hope im doing just as good for you."

Quincy sighed, putting the book down. he hated crying while he read the book of poems, afraid to get his tears on the precious pages. Quincy held onto Sams larger hand, before laying his head on s\Sams lap. letting the tears flow silently as his mind recounted these last three weeks.

He had visited his house, and his Brother, once every week. to grab supplies. The first time he went home. he was bombarded by his older brother, though, he couldnt bear to look Declan in the eyes. He fought Declan, proving he could hold his ground, and that he was no longer the little baby brother Declan once knew. Instead, he had grown into a man. A man who promised himself to be better then Declan or his Father could ever hope to be. He loved Sam like a father, and losing Sam gave him all the strength he could never muster, to finally stand up to Declan. When he left Declan, he had made sure to leave his mark on that house, and Declan himself, without even being physically violent. he had destroyed every gift hed ever received from Declan, including, the most valuable, and meaningful... his beloved piano.

Declan was of course, devastated by Quincys absence, and "betrayal", but Quincy could care less. Quincys last piece of pity to his older brother, came in a promise, a promise to never spill Declan and Sams, dark secret. But, the promise came at a cost. Declan could never speak to him or Sam again.

As Quincy laid his head on Sams soft lap, covered in a soft fleece blanket, that Sam had loved dearly. Quincy finally looked up, and out the window. it was dark outside.... he hadnt realized hed been here this long... maybe he would take a shower in the morning.... just a quick one. but for now. he need to sleep. Crying for so long made his body weak and his head heavy. Quickly setting up a little space beside Sam, on the bed, as he did every night, and began squishing his small body, into Sams side, not moving Sam, too afraid to worsen his condition or mess up a wire. Eventually, as Quincy calmed down, next to Sam, he began to slowly drift off.

Not noticing the figure behind the hospital curtain.

I slowly blinked my eyes open, met with an entirely sore body, a weight on my side, and a horrible migraine. There is an extremely annoying in my ear. god damn beeping.

I slowly blinked and looked around to my left, seeing Quincy laying in my side, peacefully curled up, head on my chest. so thats where i was. a hospital. such a smart boy, i leaned my head down, pressing a kiss to his forehead, slowly and painfully moving the hand underneath him, out from under him, and then draping it over his body, instantly relaxing his tense form, as, even in his unconscious state, he began to uncurl and wrap around my side, head snuggled deeper into my chest.

even as a growing young man... hes still my little boy..

After a few seconds of staring at Quincys obviously disheveled and weak body, i turned my head to the right, trying to take in my surroundings. but before I could. I was met with a sight i never expected.

Declan.

Declan was standing about 6 feet away from my bed, no emotion, just a blank stare as we made eye contact. I was un-phased. I did not care if he wanted forgiveness. i did not care if he was was "right" or if i "deserved" this punishment. i was no longer his. he was no longer my soulmate, and im starting to think he never was.....

Declan and me made eye contact as his gaze turned from blank, to one of remorse, opening his mouth. but before he could, i shook my head. turning away from his form. I could hear his hesitant and heavy footsteps as he walked towards me.

"youre still mine. youll get better, and then we can be better again... all of us... we can be a family.."

a deafening silence filled the room

.............

i cleared my dry, hoarse throat as i attempted to whisper. Quietly pressing the "doctor" button, on my hospital bed remote.

"no. I am not yours anymore. I may have been, once upon a time... but that twisted fairytale, has long since ended. Goodbye."

Declan must have heard the hurried footsteps too, as he quickly left the room, but not without one more scowl my way.

very Soon, a very.....handsome? man hurridely stepped into the room, body obviously tense and in a panic as spoke quickly, without looking up....oh.. so this was my angel.. how cute

"QUINCY!! you called?? what hapened??? Are they coding?!?!........oh. um, hello?"

The short, nervous doctor, let out a small chuckle as he came closer to me, at a slower, calmer pace now.

"its good to see you awake.. mr. sam... im sure Quincy will be elated by the news"

"hello... yes, im sure he will be too... thank you.. for saving me that day.....but um.. speaking of days.... what day IS it"

"Its the 30th. youve been in a coma for 3 weeks. its good to have you back."

To my concerned displeasure, Quincy woke up, likely at all the noise. quickly stiffening, when he saw my wide, tired eyes. He quickly sat up before launching himself into my arms, with wide eyed, smiling sobs.

"SAM!!! YOURE AWAKE!! OH GOSH I WAS SO SCARED!!!!"

his voice trailed off, as he laid his lower body, between my legs, and his upper body, on my chest and stomach, arms wrapped around my waist. I slowly stroked his hair, hoping to offer some comfort

"....i thought you might never wake up......i was so scared"

The handsome doctor, pulled up a chair next to me, smiling and began explaining things to me, such as the next steps treatment wise. I would receive a prosthetic leg, and daily walks/physical therapy. but i needed to stay under their care, to monitor all my other injuries.

MONTHS LATER

I had been officially released from the hospital two weeks ago, though i received daily physical therapy sessions. my new prosthetic leg was helping a ton, Quincy had gone back to working as an assistant for Dr- i mean.. Nate,, just Nate :)

Nate had moved, recently, to a bigger space. Allowing me and Quincy to move in with him. He was a kind, gentle man, and he was incredibly sweet to me.... even when i had my strongest PTSD episodes... he and Quincy were always there.

I had been diagnosed with BPD and PTSD, during my time at the hospital, with the help of my amazing therapist and psychologist. Life had been hard to manage with those two together.. the meds.. the physical therapy.. the healing process... it was all incredibly hard.

But it wasnt all bad!! I had gotten closer to Dr.Na- i mean. just.. Nate :)

And i had begun working at a nearby bakery, to help pay the bills and my medical expenses. Quincy deserved a childhood, and i was prepared to give him one, always trying to take him places with my extra money, or give him cute little gifts. he was a sweet kid, he deserved the world. Nate and I had gotten close, and i had developed a mini crush on him, though i wont act on it yet.. my therapist says i need to differentiate fiction from reality, so i dont potentially hurt Nate. so, im gonna do my best.

however.... Declan also hasn't left me alone.... ive been getting weekly letters.. dark letters... letters with pictures of me in different places. it was all concerning.. though id decided to ignore it.. surely he wouldnt try anything again?

......right?

[sappygentlemen]

Part four to basement dweller

This series will probably have 3-4 more parts, just so everyone prepared to be EVISCERATED.

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

Its been 7 days since i locked Declan in the basement... I'm not as cruel as he was. On the first day, once i was sure he was asleep, i carefully and quietly entered the basement and treated his leg. Every morning i was kind enough to give him three meals, with a choice of what to eat and drink. I was much kinder, much softer, and maybe, that's what made me so angry. The longer i kept Declan down there, the angrier i became.. I've never been mad at Declan before, but i guess there's a first time for everything... even the most perfect of soulmates fight sometimes, i'm sure ill get over it, and forgive my perfect boy. Though, the idea continued to bug me, constantly repeating my head, along with the image of those green eyes, the appearance of his first whore, and then, the striking resemblance Austin wore to that slut. Declan was not kind to me, and though i did not deserve anything Declan doesn't give me. I still cant shake the feeling, the weight of his cruelty weighing heavy on me... more importantly.. his softness..not with me, but with others instead.

I had never known a kind Declan..a soft, sweet Declan. I did not recognize the man Austin knew. The man Austin saw. From the start, I had to prove myself to Declan.. make myself worthy of his presence, his bitter sweetness, his kind words, his touch.. everything was earned.. i changed for him. i did everything. for him.

Any-who!! I love my dear boy, my perfect soulmate.. my one and only... i think..

Right now, i'm walking down the steps, to let Declan out, eager to release him from his very short punishment. though i'm sure he learned his lesson. Walking down the steps was harder now, considering my missing leg.. speaking of which, hasn't been doing too well....I've done my best to keep it clean and fix it.. but i haven't been too mindful, as the only though in my mind is Declan. Quincy makes sure to check up on me, and bring me the proper tools to care for it as best as possible. He tries his best to help me as i climb down these steps, even making small talk, as always.

Once we reached the bottom, he scurried upstairs. Quincy was usually in charge of cleaning the basement, but since it currently house his older brother, i felt too cruel letting him see it, and decided to temporarily relieve him of that duty. Taking it upon myself instead. I opened the door, maneuvering around my crutches, a smile on my face as i slowly opened it, moving to stand at the door way, preparing to help Declan get out, so he could finally be with me. But instead, i was tackled.

Violent, strong, rough hands gripped my throat as i was shoved to the ground suddenly, before i could speak.

my eyes opening immediately, not wanting to believe it was Declan, wanting to fool myself once more. But as i looked into his eyes. his harsh... unwavering.. angry eyes... they were always angry weren't they..... i was forced to come to these realities, as i gasped and struggled for air, though it was of no use, no matter how much i ran, struggled, fought, kicked. it was no use. he got hold of me every time, choking me with a violent dedication. i knew i would die by his hands.

and i had only myself to blame....

Just as i had begun to accept death, a darkness clouding my vision as i took my final gasps, I heard shouting?....Quincy?... i had hoped Quincy was playing music and hadn't heard this.. i didn't want him to hate his only brother, because of my foolish actions. but i underestimated his nosiness, and i cursed myself for it. of course. i had ruined another person.. maybe Declan was doing what was best.. of course, that's what he always did... right?

For the first time in my life.. i didn't believe so.. i wanted to live... i had never tried to kill him.. so why was he so hell bent on my death? what had i done? was i not enough?

Before i could think any deeper in the few seconds of gasping, i felt, myself taking a large inhale of air, my eyes glued shut. expecting nothing to come through. a pitiful final attempt.. and this time, i felt.. air? in my lungs?.... as i tried to blink, I realized i was laying limp on the floor now, the heavy weight of Declans body had been lifted, and i could still hear screaming.. I still couldn't manage to move... or focus my vision for that matter. my body felt weak. i felt a strong stabbing pain in my left and right side, every time my body took desperate gasps..... ah..... id broken some ribs. The pain was all too familiar. easy to recognize by now.

What wasnt familar was the feeling og gentle.. soft.. comforting. warm hands, wrapping around my upper back and knees, as a figure, much smaller then Declan, attempted successfully to carry me. I felt his body move quickly, i could hear blurred speech as i think he atttempted speaking to me. Though with the malnourishment, dehydration, broke ribs, and earlier choking session. It was deemed unsuccesful. I didnt know hwere Quincy was taking me, but after a few minutes, i could hear another voice?

That voice... it was so gentle... much lighter then Quincys, kinder.... soft. Hearing it made me doubt my state of life? was i really here... or had i gone to heaven? was that an angel? their voice defiently made it seem so.

I felt more gentle, though shaky hands, taking me from Quincys arms, as i felt a huge surge of tickling in my throat, along with... liquid? it tasted like brass on my tounge as i leaned away from the persons chest, coughing up the thick, brassy liquid coating my throat. I had hoped i avoided their clothing and body with my spray of fluids. Suddenly, after a short run in the arms of thi mystery angel, i felt the soft, plush cushioning of a seat? and then a buckle over my chest... ah... i was in a car now, going god knows where. I heard both voices speak, each having an inflexion at the end that sounded more like a question... i think they were trying to keep me awake. And by god, i was trying... the urge to sleep, heavy on my shoulders. It was easy to seperate the two voices.. the unfamilar voice sounded, confident, but unsure. Leading blindly... and Quincys.. Quincys voice sounded shaky.. blurred..cracking at the end.. though i couldnt recognize their words, the nonsstop ringing in my ears made it very difficult, though i could still hear their tones.. blurred, slurry of words.. but i did my best to stay awake. telling myself to do it for Quincy..

For myself

stay awake

"SAM. SAM."

Quincy....i can hear him... i can hear him...

stay awake

"PLEASE. PLEASE"

......his hands... i feel them... so soft... so warm.. so shaky

stay awake

"I'M HERE...PLEASE HANG ON."

my dear Quincy..... always so good to me... so kind..

.....i'm sorry that in the end... i couldn't be strong for you..couldn't hold on when you need me most..... please forgive me.....

......stay....awake-

.............

[sappygentlemen]

Part THREEE to basement dweller :)

I love these two, so im prepared to see this series to the FINISH LINE. before valentines day :D so lock in, for some horribly bitter Yandere Declan x Yandere Sam <3

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

Here i am, standing in Quincy's bedroom. He is Declans darling younger brother, my little man. The first person to guide me to my beloved....so now, i'm up here, banished to his room, like a bad dog who chews their owners shoes. I don't mind Quincy's company, in fact i encourage it, and i'm not one to ignore a direct order from my lover. but right now, there's nothing i want more then to be with Declan and kill that bitch ."Austin" the man who dropped Declan off two nights ago, has been coming over repeatedly. Tonight was no different, as i heard their laughter echo in the house, bouncing off the walls that i thought housed our love. Declan had never banished me to the basement for my crime. the murder was supposed to bring him closer to me. however, i felt more alone then ever right now. despite Declans pampering, his touch, the words he spoke to me. No amount of reassurance was working.. i knew i had to do something, but Declan seems to get.. upset.. when i mention my anger towards Austin. he protects Austin... hes supposed to protect me. Austin simply isn't worthy of his love, only I am. he is mine, and i am his.

On another note. Quincy had been quite sad recently, id discovered that the whore I killed last week, was actually the single father of a very close friend of Quincy's, and since his "strange disappearance" his friend was forced to move away. This caused Quincy to be upset. i hated when Quincy was upset. i always wanted to make sure he was happy, after all, anything with Declans DNA, is precious to me. I'd organized for them to meet up sometime soon. Making sure i used Declans credit card... only picking the expensive flights. first class. I was hoping would get mad. would punish me. would hit me. anything, just to make him look at me again, without feeling so... far away. Of course, I had kept the trip a surprise from Quincy, I thought it might help a bit. However, as i sat here in this room with Quincy, all i could focus on, was the noise downstairs.... then it began to slowly die down. until, eventually... the house was silent. I guess i didn't realize how fast time was moving. Quincy lightly snored on his bed next to me, and i could hear Austins snore from downstairs....it reminded me of Declans snores.. i always loved his little quirks......but its the one thing i cant hear. one thing i cant hear is Declans snores. .... maybe he left?.. i decided to investigate...maybe he was waiting for me, waiting for me to see him, waiting to cuddle with me... i always loved his sly little hints, though he hasnt done this in ages? maybe hes more loyal then i thought, i knew i should have more faith in him. in my beloved&lt;3

As i walked down the hall in the dark pitch black house, walking as quietly as i could, creeping up to the steps. i saw one thing.

Declan.

Declan was standing halfway up the staircase. with a knife in his hand... a clean knife.. his.. special knife.

Declan was going to kill me. that stupid "Austin" must have gotten into his head. mustv'e manipulated him. must've brainwashed him.

my poor poor baby

I gently walked up to declan, who was frozen in shock, obviously not expecting me to be awake. as i walked closer to him, stepping down the stairs till im one step above him. as i got closer, i put a soft, gentle hand on his left hand, inching closer, a hand on his neck as i cooed at him, in a soft tone, used for toddlers. I gave him a swift kiss, as i walked us backwards down the steps. when we reached the bottom of the stairs, i still hadnt stopped kissing him. As i saw the glow of the moonlight against the basement doorknob, i began pushing his wrist down.

Swiftly

The knife plunged into his stomach, carefully avoiding any major organs. I didnt like hurting my baby. but as Declan always said, and as im saying now, barely in a whisper as i smiled, my face only slightly visible in the moonlight. My poor darling couldnt even make a sound. only eyes wide in pain and shock. obviously not suspecting a punishment today. or ever in fact.

"If youre not well behaved, i must punish you<3"

His words being thrown at him must not have felt very good. It must have stung. hopefully it stung more then seeing your soulmate ready to kill you. ready to give you up even when you were so obviously what was best for them. I hope it stings as much as its about too.

I opened the basement door, shoving him inside, like he did me, as I began to lay out the supplies for him to treat his wound. Declan never healed my wounds when i was being .very. very. bad. so, he would get the same punishment. Despite his begs, and pleas. his whimpers and grunts as the blood pooled around the knife, and he tried to patch it up, while simultaneously begging me to stay, finally saying all the sweet words id wanted to hear. He even pulled out the knife, stabbing me in the leg,.. a failed attempt at stopping me. but it wouldn't work now. now i was upset, i need him to learn. the hard way. and i planned to teach him. swiftly peppering his sobbing face with kisses, before gracefully leaving the basement. Locking and shutting the door behind me.

I would tell Austin that Declan got uncomfortable with his annoying manipulative presence, and had retreated to my loving arms last night and wished never to speak to him again. Id have my beloved back. id have Declan all to myself finally.

An hour and a half later

I've been staring at my leg for an hour and a half. Declan felt so angry with me. I was so cruel. i deserve a punishment.. but without Declan here.. there's no one to give me one. staring at the knife, blood seeping out of the wound in my leg. i decided. I would take on a punishment just like i was giving Declan... just to be fair.. just to be good.

As swiftly as i could, i pulled the knife out of my calf, a towel in my mouth, preventing me from making noise, and waking anyone up. I swiftly dug the knife into my leg, repeatedly. until finally, it was gone.my entire calf and foot were separated from my body. The blood pooled around my bathroom floor. i could see my severed bone. i could feel the burn of the metal, the weight of the steel hammering into the place right below my knee, which was now missing..My body could barely process that it was missing before i began swiftly using my medical knowledge to properly bandage the wound. It was painful, and i sobbed though my face showed only pain, no sadness or remorse for my actions. as i stood on a very old pair of crutches, from when Quincy sprained his ankle. i hobbled myself to bed. hoping Declan would be much kinder in the morning.... my darling Declan.. he'll learn soon.. he'll learn. And im more then happy to teach him.

[sappygentlemen]

PART TWO ☝️‼️ to basement dweller

As always. These are my own self indulgent fanfics for right now. later, im gonna write a wider variety of things when I have more energy ‼️‼️🤌 but for now, have this part two, to our beloved Yandere declan x Yandere Sam

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

His eyes. His stupid green eyes. I think by now Ive spent so much of the last couple hours, staring into them, that I've begun to despise the very color. Those eyes. Staring at me. Lifeless. Cold. Dead...

Those stupid eyes had looked at what was mine. The same eyes that were teary, sobbing, somehow screaming the words "STOP. PLEASE. IM BEGGING." despite the lack of words coming from his throat. The same throat that currently had wire marks, from where I tried to be nice. I tried to be fair. I tried to be good. I wanted to avoid all this. It's his fault really. His fault for trying to take Declan away from me. Away from who he truly belongs with.

I thought deeply, running over the events in my mind. What took place during these four hours playing like a mantra in my head, stuck, on repeat like a broken record. Just four hours ago, I had stalked this heathen. This whore. I tracked him, followed him. All the way to a park. Such a fool, walking in a dark park alone. He was practically inviting me. I didn't even hesitate to wrap that barbed wire around his throat. I tried to be fair. I tried to be good, but he just had to ruin it. He just had to fight back. Had to bite me. His Filthy mouth has touched me. I'll definitely have to take quite a few showers tonight, I can't have any of his DNA ANYWHERE. near. Declan. He is mine. Completely mine. Speaking of Declan, I've already forgiven him, for what he did.. who he did .. it's not his fault. He was tempted. Lured in by this. Whore. I made sure to deep clean the house before I left. Checking every nook and cranny. Washing every piece of clothing. I made sure there was no longer a presence of stray brown hairs. I made sure Declan was clean. That our home was clean.

I don't regret what I've done. I've done it countless times. Though, for some reason, I can't forget those eyes. Every other part of the event was just routine. Nothing but business. After he had fought back, I had to stab him. I had to. I had to make sure he didn't escape. Didn't go back to Declan. I stabbed him 6 times. One for every hair on my bed. MY bed. His Filthy blood was all over me, all over my tools. Dripping down my body and my clothes. So much of it. Everywhere. So disgusting, from all the stabbings, and the handling of his dead body. Making sure he was dead.

Those eyes. Those emerald green eyes. Even as I take his body out of my deep freezer. I can't get them out of my head. Declan had always loved the color green. My eyes were brown. I would've already taken those green eyes out, and replaced them with mine, but I'm not quite smart enough for that severe of a surgery. I need to work on that. Need to be better. For Declan.

Declan.

Declan would be home soon. I knew what my punishment would be. It would be much more severe this time. It would be worse then anything before. I already hadn't eaten for some days, not being able to stomach food. Not after seeing my bed a mess. Not after seeing those eyes. Hiding in my closet. Thinking I was too stupid to see them shining back at me. I dragged the body along, outside, into our large yard. Throwing it into the wood chipper, as if it was any other day. The neighborhood stray dog would probably eat the evidence come morning. Declan would know. The stench infiltrated my nose. Invading my senses. It was me. I smelt like blood, blood. So much blood. My pants and shirt were soaked in it. I was soaked in it. Every weapon I used had been heavily sanitized and cleaned by now. Neatly put away as if they were never touched. But he would know. He would know. He always did. No matter how well I cleaned. He would always know. He knew me so well. This is why I needed him to stay. I need him to stay.

Several hours and lots of pacing later.

He hasn't come home. It's 4 in the morning and He's not home yet. What did I do. Did I upset him?.. I must have. It must be me. I wasn't good. I didn't try hard enough. I could've been better. Could've done better for him. He's too good for me. I knew he'd leave.

Just as I was starting to spiral, I hear the soft click of a key in door knob. Instantly, I ran to the door, waiting for it to open. Waiting to jump into my beloveds arms!! My dear Declan!!! He came back!! I knew he wouldn't leave. I knew he loved me. I knew we were perfect-....

The door opens, revealing, a tall skinny man, supporting declan as he tries to half carry him into the house. Declans arm around his neck, attempting to use him as support. Declan was sleepy. This wasn't a normal tired Declan. This is a previously sleeping Declan. Declan always had trouble walking after he woke up from a nap unless he had proper time to recalibrate and get used to his surroundings for at least 15 minutes. He had been asleep. Somwhere else. All night. The question is...Where. Was. He.

And I know the answer. I always know. After all, I'm his soulmate. I'm whats best for him.

The man helping Declan walked in, helping Declan onto the couch and soon introducing himself. He has a light redness over his face. he is blushing. Madly.

Declan my love. Must you make me work so hard.

[sappygentlemen]

THIS IS AN YANDERE OC X YANDERE OC FANFIC🧍‼️ BECAUSE I SAID SO

If anyone stumbles opon this and wants y/n content.. just wait bro ☝️‼️ gimme some time to cook some up

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

Basement dweller

...it's been so long since Ive seen Declan. I miss him dearly. I miss everything about him I've been trapped in this damp, moldy basement for longer then I could bother to count. It's been longer then a few days at least. My stomach has been empty for so long that I'm sure it's given up growling for food. I've also been without water, which isn't helping this awful migraine I've had. The hunger, dehydration, paired with the injuries I've sustained are becoming almost too much, but I would bear anything for him.. my beloved... He didn't mean to hurt me, and even if her did. I deserved it. It was all my fault. I got too lazy.. too comfortable around him. He found my hit list... I didn't mean for him too, and I knew the punishment I'd receive if he did. The bruises and cuts were never forgettable, stinging anytime I dared to slip into my old bad behaviors. Declan was so sweet.. always trying to help me improve.. to be better.. to be softer. I wanted so desperately to change for him, and I'd promised this would be my last time in the basement. My last mistake. Id be the perfect husband.

Declan was always gentle.. so soft and sweet, even when he was mad, bruising my skin with his grasp, throwing me down into the dark concrete basement, injuring my ankle and my knees. He didn't mean too. I could make this punishment stop if I told him every injury I'd sustained with his rough touch. However, I want to be good for him. I want to be perfect. I want to take it without complaint, because after all? Any attention he gives me, is precious. I should cherish all of it. Id be lucky if he even spit in my direction.

The door to his hellhole opens, and for the first time in god knows how long, light shines down here, overwhelming my vision for a moment, but I hold back the urge to look away, hopeful that the person behind the door is Declan. After a few moments, my eyes adjust to the light, and Declans face comes into view, a pout evident on his face at my state. I scrambled up to cling to him, as I always do after my punishment time. I hated being in the basement, I hated anytime without my beloved, but I know he does what's best for me, so I take it like a champ, like he wants me too. Though, this is the longest I've ever spent down here. However, as I clung to his soft, warm, comforting body, hearing his heartbeat for the first time in however long I was down here, my body relaxed slightly. I felt comforted, and a safe, as he leaned down, and lifted me up from just below my butt, allowing me to wrap around him and bury my face in his shoulder as he cooed and awed at me. As he held me up, he walked my very weak, tired and injured body towards the living room, and even though his rough hands touched my tender bruises repeatedly, I didn't move away from him, clingy and desperate for his touch.

"Sam.. you should've yelled for me when you got these bruises... You know I didn't mean to shove you that hard, I just want you to know that what you did wasn't okay..."

"I know.... I'm sorry.. I just wanted you to be happy, so I wanted to take the punishment!... Did it.. Make you happy?"

He was silent. Giving me a look of pity as he set me down on the couch, as he knelt down to try and take a look at all my injuries. I loved when he looked at me with pity, it made me feel special, like he cared for me. As he walked around, grabbing bandages, I clung to him still, never letting go of his sleeve as I mindlessly followed him around. He's so good to me. I know I deserved my punishment. I must have. Even if I didn't, I'm willing to take any kind of attention, as long as it comes from him.

After a while, he finally takes care of my wounds, giving them gentle caresses as he takes care of me. I love when he takes care of me, it makes everything feel better. However.... I can't help but notice the light brown hair on his black work shirt... My hair is red.. his hair is dark brown almost black.. and so is his brothers.

I guess I'll be making a return to the basement. Very. Very. Soon