#colson baker au

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Meant To Be: Part 12

Pairings: Past Machine Gun Kelly x Reader, Opie x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2,348

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11

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The rest of your pregnancy flew by in the blink of an eye. Between taking care of Gage, working odd jobs, spending time with Opie, and the religious visits from a very sober Colson, time just slipped away from you. Before you knew it, you were scheduling your c-section for Zoey Rose to join the world. 

“You look ridiculous.” You giggled as you looked over at Colson when he joined you in the delivery room. The tattooed father of your children simply shrugged as he adjusted the mask on his face. 

“I fucking feel it, too.” He laughed as he took the seat beside your head to wait for his daughter to be born. He met your eyes and sighed with a small shake of his head. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Letting me be here for this.” He replied as he reached out to take your hand before catching himself and putting his hand back in his lap. “Not asking Lurch to be here…”

“She’s your daughter, Colson.” You breathed as the doctor let you know he was starting. “Not his.”

“I know.” He said as he leaned around the drape to look at what was going on. “But you still could have asked him to be here instead of me. He is your boyfriend after all.”

“And that still doesn’t change the fact that you are her father.” You replied as you searched his eyes. “No matter what is going on between us, we are still her parents. Thats what the custody agreement says. And her DNA and all that shit.”

“I know.” He sighed as he looked back around the drape, cringing the slightest bit at what he saw. “Still… thank you.” You nodded your head and looked up at the ceiling with a small sigh.

“You guys ready to meet your daughter?” The doctor asked, making Colson stand up from his spot so he could see better. “Here she is.” Your breath caught in your lungs as you waited for that first cry, and when Zoey finally released her first noise, tears welled in your eyes. You looked over at Colson as he was handed your daughter and a smile stretched across your face.

“Holy fuck.” He gasped as his heart expanded to fit all the love he felt for his second born. “Holy shit, look at you! You’re beautiful.”

“Lemmie see.” You choked as you watched them. He nodded his head and sat back down so that he could show you your child’s sweet face, but you shook your head. “No, put her on my chest, Colson. Let me see.”

“She’s perfect.” He whispered as he laid her across your chest as carefully as he could. He kept his hand on her side, afraid to even look away as you gently brushed your fingertips across the top of her head. The two of you basked in her adorableness for a long moment as she cried her little heart out before the nurse had to take her. The moment she was out of your sight, Colson shook his head frantically.

“Don’t take them.” He begged as he sat back down on the stool and grabbed your hand. “Please. I��m literally begging you, (Y/N). Don’t take my kids to North Carolina. Please, I’ll do anything…”

“Colson…”

“I’ll pay your rent and all your bills.” He pleaded as he gripped your hand tight and searched your eyes. “I’ll stop calling your boyfriend Lurch. I’ll get completely sober and never touch another drug again. I’ll literally do anything you want me to do just please, please stay here with them. I can’t…”

“OK.” You interrupted as you squeezed his hand as tightly as you could. “OK, just breathe. I…”

“Please.” He begged again as he reached out to cup your jaw in his hand. “Please.” With a small shake of your head, you looked at his tense posture and searched his eyes as you pulled your face out of his palm.

“I’ll think about it and talk to Opie.” You sighed. He nodded his head and wiped a tear off his face, which made your heart break for him.

“OK.” He agreed with a nod as he put a bit of physical distance between the two of you. “Thats all I’m asking.” With a nod of agreement, you looked back up at the ceiling with your mind reeling at his request. 

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“She is beautiful.” Opie said as he sat in the recliner seat in your hospital room the next morning, holding Zoey in his arms with a smile on his face. You nodded in agreement with a small smile on your face as he glanced up at you. His brow furrowed and he tilted his head to the side the slightest bit. “Whats wrong?”

“Colson dropped a bomb in the delivery room.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. You covered your face with your hands and swore softly before carefully turning on the bed to face your boyfriend. “He’s willing to pay our rent and all our bills for the foreseeable future, to get sober, even to even stop calling you Lurch if we agree to not move to North Carolina with the kids.” He groaned and sat back in his chair while shaking his head.

“Babe…”

“Opie, they’re his kids.” You breathed as you twisted your hands in your lap and looked down at your tattooed skin. “I get where he is coming from…”

“Babe, so do I.” He interrupted, making you look up at him. “I get it. Look, I know we live together but I am not the father of Gage and Zoey. That’s his title and always will be. I can completely understand where he is coming from not wanting his children to move half way across the country. But you have sole physical custody of these babies. You do. So it is up to you on what you want to do…”

“Opie…”

“No, it’s true.” He interrupted gently as he got up and came over to sit with you on the hospital bed so he could put his arm around you. “We both hate L.A.. That’s no secret. But the father of your kids is here. We both have jobs here and friends here. Sure your family is there, but your kids’ family is here. So I get why you would want to stay for their sake, especially after everything Colson has done to be a present father the last few months.” You nodded at at him with tears in your eyes and he smirked and shook his head. “Baby girl, to be completely honest, I knew two months ago that we weren’t moving home. I could see it in your eyes when you stopped looking for houses for us to rent or buy back home. And I’m OK with that. Truly, I am.”

“I don’t know what to do!” You cried as a few tears slipped from your eyes. He smiled and rubbed your back with a small nod.

“Yea you do, baby. That’s the thing. You’ve known what you wanted to do for a while now, you just didn’t want to see it yourself yet. You just feel bad because you told your family you were coming back and now you’re not. Like I said, I get it. You want your kids to have their father in their lives more than what the custody agreement says because he has been in their life in a positive way. You still love him enough that you don’t want to break his heart and take them away. That’s OK. I’m not upset…”

“You’re not?” You sniffled as you searched his eyes for a hint of a lie.

“No, baby girl. I’m not.” He chuckled as he glanced down at Zoey in his arms before looking back at you. “(Y/N), I love you. And I know you love me, too. There isn’t a doubt in my mind about that. But you still love the father of your children. Not in the same capacity, but you do love him. And you don’t want to break his heart by moving across the country with his kids. I get it. I am here for you either way, same as I always have been and always will be.”

“Ope…” 

“I know.” He said as he pulled you into his side and kissed the top of your head. “I know.”

“You’re too good for me.” You whispered as you put your hand on his knee and gave it a little squeeze.

“I’m not good enough.” He whispered back against your hair before reaching between you to tilt your face up so he could kiss you properly. 

“You really knew we weren’t going to move two months ago?” You asked against his lips as you opened your eyes to search his. He smirked and nodded his head.

“I know you, baby girl.”

“And you’re OK with staying here?”

“I’m OK with it.” He said as he pulled away to look back at whoever was knocking at the door. “This is our home, like it or not. Come in!” 

“Hey.” Colson said softly as he stepped into the room, sheepishly. “I… um… well I brought breakfast and I thought…”

“Just get in here.” You laughed as you wiped the tears off your cheeks and carefully maneuvered back into bed. “Ooo bagels. Gimme!” Your ex handed you the bag before carefully taking Zoey from Opie, who quietly left the room to give you a minute with your ex. You started spreading smear on a toasted bagel and glanced up with a sigh. “We’re gunna stay.”

“What?!” Colson gasped as he whipped around to look at you with wide, tear filled eyes. “For real?”

“For real.” You said as you rested your wrist on your hospital table.

“Thank fuck.” He sighed as he sank down on the bed near your knees and let his tears spill over. “Thank you. I swear, I’ll…”

“You…” You interrupted as you glanced down at your daughter. “Just need to be a father to your kids. That’s all. You don’t have to pay my rent or whatever, just keep being there for your kids. Preferably sober.”

“I will.” He sniffled as you took a bite of your bagel and sat back against the bed. “I fucking swear it.”

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“So you’re not moving back to North Carolina now.” Your dad asked as he sat in your living room, helping Gage hold his baby sister in his lap. You sheepishly shook your head and searched what you could see of his eyes. 

“Are you mad?”

“Not mad.” He said with a shake of his head as he looked up at you. “Not particularly happy, but not mad at all.”

“Their father is here.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair and curled up in your spot on the couch. “And I just…”

“I get it.” He said with a nod as he looked back down at his grand babies with love in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He said quickly as he shook his head and looked back up at you. “As a parent, I get it. It’s the whole reason Anne and I didn’t move closer to her parents when we got married. Because I needed to be close to my kids. You are realizing that your kids need to be close to their father. It’s no different. It’s also very grown up of you.”

“That feels like a trap.” You huffed, which made him smile. 

“Parenting is a trap, sweetheart.” He chuckled as he quickly took Zoey from Gage, who wanted to go play with his toys again before a nap. “As is co-parenting.”

“Yea well, I knew that.” You giggled as Tabby came over after finishing the lunch dishes.

“You’re not getting back together, right?” She asked as she sat down beside you sideways on the couch.

“Not a fucking chance in hell.”

“Well then I think it’s admirable.” She sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair with a smile. “You’re being the bigger person.”

“What are you gunna do about work then?” Ross asked as he sat back in his spot and got comfortable.

“Well… I have a couple minor guest spots on TV shows and a music video lined up after my Criminal Minds episode aired. And I think Dolce and Gabbana wants me to walk their runway in the spring. So I have a couple things. I’m also thinking about doing… other things to supplement.”

“What’s that mean?” Your dad asked, which made you blush.

“Porn, daddy.” Tabby answered for you. “She means porn.”

“Not porn!” You hissed as you whacked her leg while your dad cleared his throat and blushed hard. “It’s like modeling for Penthouse…”

“So porn.” Your sister repeated with a smirk, which made you scowl. 

“Modeling tastefully nude.” You hissed with a glance over at your son to make sure he wasn’t listening. “For the Suicide Girls and Penthouse. Not porn.”

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N)…” Your dad scolded, which made you blush this time.

“It’s a job that I’m good at.” You sighed as you looked at your dad, while your sister smirked gleefully at your side. “And one I like doing. I like modeling, dad.”

“And you have to do it… naked?!” He whispered the last word, which made you and your sister both laugh.

“I’m done having this conversation with you old man.” You laughed as Opie came in through the garage after work. Your dad muttered ‘thank God’ under his breath as you smiled up at your significant other. “How was the shoot?”

“Good. What are you two laughing at?”

“Nothing.”

“(Y/N)’s love of modeling naked.” Tabby said at the same time, which made you turn to whack her leg again.

“Awkward.” Opie chuckled as he kissed your forehead on his way around the couch to put his camera bag down in its spot on the built in bookshelf behind his desk.

“Very awkward.” Your dad agreed with a nod of his head. 

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[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

A Chieftain's Vow

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: future ABO/Omegaverse, viking Col (mentioned violence), fae Dom, still pretty tame though, slow burn maybe, mentioned sacrifice, mentions of cannibals, naked boys, longing stares, playful wrestling, Col being a cocky viking, mild sexism, bathing, claiming (but not in the way you think) ☠️ Rating: mature

All ideas talked out with and helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Damhnaic woke slowly, the events of the day before rushing back at him. His jade eyes blinked fast as they adjusted and he looked around the room. He tried not to move as he let his senses search, he was nervous waking in a stranger's bed, even if it was on his own pelt. The Viking had been so kind but that didn't mean in the light of day he would show the same care. Perhaps it was a game to him. The selkie had witnessed the brutality of some of the clan already, Kol'son was humane but his uncle? Just the thought of the brash bastard made the boy shiver. He calmed himself with the combined scent of his own pack soaked deep in his fur and the smell of his new companion he was slowly getting used to. It was strange how nice the leader smelled to him. Humans were dangerous and disgusting things- at least that's what he'd been taught.

A soft sigh escaped him as he sat up and stretched. It felt strange being in his human form so long, normally he woke on sun warm rocks surrounded by his family. He just hoped they were alright and not cursing his name. He knew at times he could be daft but this was a whole new level. Tom would yell at him, that he was sure of. At least they were long separated from his parents, he'd truly never hear the end of it from them. The boy whimpered when he realized he was completely alone but he instantly chided himself for the noise. He shouldn't be hoping for more time around the human, if anything it was good he was alone. He could take his pelt and leave, just as he thought the night before.

He would miss the soft gruff voice and the sight of those sea blue eyes raking over him. He'd been watching him so long and he wouldn't stop now but it certainly felt different having the chieftain looking back, recognizing him as an equal instead of an animal of the sea. He'd only been so close once before, in his other form he'd been napping one day and was awoken by someone scratching his belly as if he were a wolf of the land. Part of him had been embarrassed but so much of him fell in love. It wasn't allowed of course and he'd never try but… "I'll miss you Kol." He sighed, pushing himself to stand and pulling his skin around him as if it were just a blanket. He couldn't shift here, it would be far too hard finding his way back to the sea but he tried to make it look somewhat normal. He could hear the clan awake and starting their day.

Dom snuck carefully through the small village, he tried to stay away from most of the humans because he knew he didn't look like them even in this form. He'd caught the shock in the man's gaze when he noticed his fangs, the darkness of the inner rim of his lips and around his eyes, the way his eyes shined, and his skin felt wet to the touch. Thankfully they were all so busy no one looked twice at the boy escaping with a seal fur but he hurried into the forest anyway and followed the scent of the sea. That was until he heard a familiar voice singing and unbidden his path was changed. He truly couldn't help it, and here he thought he was the siren. Well… half.

"Good morning Dom! I meant to bring you breakfast but this is the only time I can get to myself. I thought you might sleep longer after your journey." The singing changed to a soft rasped voice speaking to him and again he was enchanted by the human. It made his belly flutter with nerves. He didn't know how the leader recognized him before he was even in view but he sped his steps until he found the man. Naked again. Bathing in a warm spring. "Were you looking for me?" He asked, his brow arched. He grinned playfully at the sight of the newcomer covered by his new bedding. It was precious honestly and interesting how well it seemed to fit over him. Almost as if it were made for the boy.

"I…" Dom trailed off and bit his lip, he couldn't exactly say he was running home, he might get put to death for daring to do anything with the chieftain's explicit permission so instead he nodded and sighed. "I was. I woke alone and got worried. I should um.. leave ya to your baff."

"Don't be shy kid, join me? You must be a mess after walking through the woods alone. Come on, it's a special honor. I never let anyone share." He grinned, dropping under the water to wet his long blonde braids before he came back up and swam closer to the edge. The selkie was having a hard time not staring at the wet skin. The black ink covering almost every inch of his skin, the scars from numerous battles, but the hardest thing to ignore was the human's surprisingly large cock that appeared even more massive from under the water. Of course he noticed it the previous night but now everything felt different. His brazenness was more exposed in the light of day. "Get your ass in here kid, do you really wish to ignore me?" It wasn't truly a threat and Damhnaic could tell, if not by the tone the bright smile would give away the tease. He'd never known Kol to be full of himself. Always only in jest.

He took a breath and shed his skin yet again, it was becoming a dangerous habit around the man but no one was watching to tell him no. He wouldn't listen to them anyway. He was used to the cold of the sea so when his foot hit warmth he shivered but he must have been testing the water too delicately. "I don't know how your tribe does it boy but here-" The man paused as he lunged close, curling his big palm around the selkie's ankle and he tugged, pulling him into the spring. The boy came up spluttering and coughing up a taste of water he wasn't accustomed to directly into the chuckling bastard's face. "Here we act as men. I didn't take a cannibal for such… cuteness."

Dom paused as he pushed his drenched hair back and he hoped he didn't look like a wet rat. He knew the man thought him cute in his seal form but- "Cannibal?" He knew the word the man spoke but he was confused. He'd never eaten flesh.

"I just figured. Your teeth and the ink, isn't that what it means?" Kol'son wasn't trying to be rude and he hoped he hadn't just put his foot in his mouth. He was known to do that and he'd rather not embarrass himself so quickly around the boy. He didn't know why he cared so much but the kid was pretty and… nice. There was just something about him.

Damhnaic could say a lot, he could be honest and explain he'd never been touched by ink in the way his companion had, he could say the fangs were natural but to do that he'd have to tell him he was magic. He was fae. That… didn't feel smart. "Yes um… well. I don't like to talk about it. Let's jus' say I left me family. We… didn't agree on every'fin."

"So you're not gonna eat me in my sleep?" The leader joked, trying to cheer the boy by splashing him. He could understand family differences, he didn't always agree with his uncle. The man could be callous and terrifying but he was what a viking should be, Kol knew he was too soft.

The boy giggled and splashed back, surprised when the man acted so familiar and comfortable with him. The water play got more intense, the human was raised a brute and he couldn't seem to help teasingly battling the smaller man. When Dom tried to swim away he dove for him, wrapping himself around the kid's back.

Damhnaic froze the moment the human curled around him, the front of his body getting pressed against the rocks. He wasn't surprised by the blood rushing to his dick the moment his friend's much larger length slipped against his skin but he was surprised by the rush of nerves in his belly and the strange new feeling in his core. He'd been born an omega, he was raised to know he was a virgin bride sacrifice for his family's god- one of the reasons that had sent him running away but… he never learned what that entailed. His mother didn't explain it. He had always known of the secret place between his legs but fuck he'd never been so aware of it as he was in that moment.

"Pinned you. I don't know who taught you to fight kid but they were lacking. I should teach you to defend yourself better. You're far too small and pretty to be out here with just those teeth to scare people off." Warm breath tickled the selkie's skin and he couldn't help a soft whine when he felt something even hotter between his legs. He just prayed whatever was happening to him the human wouldn't notice. "Did I hurt you?"

Kol worried and pulled away, turning the boy around in his hold to look over him. He shouldn't be so concerned for someone who wasn't even part of his clan but he couldn't seem to help it. There was something special about the kid. "I'm alright, fanks. Wha' ya mean I'm too pretty?" He huffed, playfully pushing the chieftain back and trying to get a little distance between them. Part of him was almost scared he was hurt. He wanted to check himself but he was quite sure human men didn't have what he did, he couldn't let Kol see. He'd be shunned for sure, possibly killed.

"You're fucking with me right? You're pretty like a girl. Even with those scary ass teeth. You have the cock of a man but the face of a nymph." Kol'son shrugged. He didn't mind being honest, if anything he'd always been blunt. It was a side effect of being the leader's son turned leader, he got away with basically everything.

Dom blinked slowly, he'd never heard someone speak so plainly or call him pretty. Whatever had stirred in his belly was only getting worse. "I'm not… fucking wiv you Kols. I don't know wea'ver to say fanks or not." He scoffed.

"You should. It was a compliment." The man sighed, giving the kid a little space and washing himself. They'd already taken so much time in the bath. "You should also stay. If you're on the run I can offer you a place here. Protection. I can tell you can't do it yourself."

"I… I shouldn't." Dom huffed, he was getting in too deep. He needed to get back to the sea. His pack must be worried and wondering. The human paused in his movements, his muscles bunching as he swam closer again. His blue eyes were almost hard but there was still a smirk on his lips.

"You must. I'm the only chieftain for some distance kid. You try to leave you might die. Stay, at least for a while. I'll take care of you." It was a simple promise and one he probably shouldn't give. He didn't even ask his people what they thought but what did it matter? He was their leader and he could offer asylum if he wanted. "Alright? You'll be mine. If anyone asks, just say that you're mine." It could mean a myriad of things, his slave, his adopted son, his second in command, his whore even. It didn't matter how it was clarified, if he claimed the boy he could be kept safe. They could figure everything else out later.

"You- I- fuck." Damhnaic was near infuriated. How dare the man just decide for him? But as that warmth flowed between his thighs again at the sight of those blue eyes staring him down he knew his body was deciding for him. He would have to stay, at least until a chance to steal his pelt was presented again. "Fine. Cocky bastard. Fine."

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I'll try to do a cheat sheet of terms and stuff soon but if anyone has questions just ask. I hope you enjoyed this, don't worry I'm not finished with the other it's just hard to write smut when I'm so exhausted and I don't want to leave y'all with nothing. I'm really excited for this one too, so I really hope y'all enjoyed ☠️

[triplexdoublex]

Cockblock

Pairing: Colson X Reader

Warnings/tags: public sex, getting caught, mentions of anal , Colson’s making inappropriate sexual remarks to the female principal

A/N: This is a highschool AU both of you are 18. This based off a dream and my own past wild days, except I never got caught 🙈

“Jesus!” Your best friend Shawnie gasped, caught off guard when she opened the girls restroom door only to find you and Colson going at it like rabbits on the bathroom counter. Colson was leaned against the edge,practically sitting on it due to his height, your backside pressed into his lap with the rear of your skirt flipped up. “Do you two ever stop?” Shawnie asked, checking her makeup in the mirror, completely unphased after the initial shock of walking in on the two of you having sex. “Couldn’t even bother to use the stall?”

“Nope” Colson briefly paused sucking on the side of your neck to answer her bluntly, continuing to pull your hips back against him. “Needed her now.”

“I swear it’s almost like you two want to be caught, AGAIN!”

It was well known around school that you and Colson fucked and fooled around every chance you got. Your classmates have all seen your not-so-discreet hand movements under the desk when you and Colson would pair up for projects, they’ve watched as his hand disappeared down the front of your leggings on the back of the bus, they’ve heard your hushed pleasure filled cries of “‘Colson!” coming from the janitors closet. And who could forget the time the school blabbermouth caught you two having anal sex under the bleachers at the football game, — you still haven’t lived that one down. The story spread like wildfire throughout the building, even making it back to Mrs. Jackie, the school principal. Of course she had no actual proof, besides the rumors she heard swirling about, so she couldn’t take any real disciplinary action, besides a stern warning and a speaking to. But just a few weeks later she caught you both with your pants down— literally — in the courtyard at lunch, resulting in a three day in school suspension and a call home.

“Honestly, we really don’t give a fuck if we do get caught. Ain’t that right, baby?” He licked a stripe up your neck and slid one of his hands under the front of your skirt to play with your clit as you both got closer.

“You guys are insane!” Shawnie exclaimed as she finished the final touch ups of her make up. “Didn’t they call home last time? Your parents must have flipped!”

“I’m a latch key kid, with an alcoholic father. You think he gave a fuck.” Colson answered back.

“I know your moms super strick, Y/N. She couldn’t have been too happy with you.” Shawnie prompted.

“Turns out I can do a pretty convincing impression of my mom's voice,” You covered up a moan with a laugh. “ Thank god for Caller ID, and thank god Mrs. Jackie waited until after school to call home.”

Shawnie was starting to say something else when Colson interrupted her —“ Aye, listen either you you shut up and join, or fuck off and let us finish!?”

“Point taken.” Shawnie said, tossing her makeup into her purse with an eye roll and heading towards the door when suddenly it flew open. “Mrs. Jackie!” Shawnie gasped aloud trying to give you and Colson some kind of warning but it was too late.

“Baker!, Y/N!” Mrs. Jackie scolded. “As soon as I found out you were both missing from your third period classes , I knew you were up to no good!”

“No, it’s GOOD,trust me!” Colson retorted with a smirk, not giving a single fuck as he pulled your hips back against him again.

Realizing she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Colson, Mrs. Jackie turned her attention to you. “Y/N, step away from Mr. Baker … My office now! Both of you are getting a two week suspension!”

“Damn, can’t you at least let us finish first!” Colson pushed his luck.

“NOW!” Mrs. Jackie reiterated!

You begrudgingly stepped forward,letting Colson slip out of you, and smoothed your skirt down over your backside. Colson was less descreit, talking his sweet time and making sure Mrs. Jackie got a good look before putting away his massive dick.

“Jesus Christ!” She exclaimed before turning around and heading out the bathroom with both of you in tow.

“What’s a matter , Mrs. Jackie? Bigger than your husbands, ain’t it ?” Colson taunted inappropriately.

“One more word Mr. Baker, and it’s gonna be an expulsion for you!”

“Cockblock.”

[ghostcaterwaul]

Overview of My OCs

Putting this under a read more thing because it’s… pretty long even though it’s not even their full bios.

Btw, I'm aware that some of the faceclaims are problematic people, I chose those faceclaims without knowing they were problematic but that's just... How those characters permanently look in my head now so I'm really sorry if some of my faceclaim choices bother people but I'm not likely to change them.

A Chaotic Love (Working Title)

Mallory Blythe A sheltered 18-year-old with a strict religious upbringing. Jeremy’s love interest.

Jeremy Wolfe Typical damaged bad boy with a dark past from the wrong side of town. Mallory’s love interest.

Suburban Secrets (Working Title)

Lieselotte “Lottie” Moon Impulsive and arrogant teenager. “Not like other girls”.

Heloise Moon Lottie’s younger sister. Super smart. In all AP courses.

Devyn and the Roses (Working Title)

Devyn Valentyne Electro-glam punk vocalist and guitarist. Levi’s love interest.

Levi Rose Glam goth Bassist. Devyn’s love interest.

Natalie Rose Goth girl. Keyboards/synths/drum machine. Levi’s sister. Is super possessive of him.

Untitled Occult Detective Series

Elliot Alexander Non-binary punk sci-fi nerd. Saw a UFO when he was 12. Wesley’s significant other.

Wesley Williams Indie emo hipster hacker. Sees dead things. Caffeine addict. Elliot’s boyfriend.

The 100 OCs

Misty Sawyer One of the 100. Arrested for attacking her abusive father. Sweet soft fragile bean. Has Classical-Like Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. Has AUs for multiple fandoms. (Faceclaim: Katie Jane Garside [in the 90s])

Liam Thorne Misty’s best friend. One of the 100. Arrested for helping her hide after she attacked her father. The therapist friend. Has a Z Nation AU and a Stranger Things AU. (Faceclaim: Landon Liboiron)

Elijah Stone One of the 100. Arrested for vandalism. Rebellious, hyper, a bit chaotic. Has AUs for multiple fandoms. (Faceclaim: Dominic Harrison AKA Yungblud)

Nimue kom Floukru Born Storm kom Azgeda. Was too soft and precious for the Ice Nation. led to join Floukru and changed her name to Nimue as a way of running from her past. Became a healer after joining Floukru. (Faceclaim: Lily Rabe)

Z Nation OCs

Vixen Ran away as a teen before the apocalypse. Did some illegal stuff to survive like selling drugs and firearms with an abusive boyfriend. Also has done survival sex work. She was working as a stripper when the apocalypse hit. (Faceclaim: Kaya Scodelario)

Riot O’Reilly Grew up with an artist for a mom and a biker for a dad. Dad died in a motorcycle accident when they were 5 years old. was the singer in a touring DIY queerpunk band called Rotten Rainbow Warhead Dolls From Planet 420 and was playing a show when the apocalypse hit. Dyes their hair as often as they can with whatever they can find (even if it’s not exactly hair safe, has even used sharpie ink) to maintain a sense of normalcy. (Faceclaim: Bex Taylor-Klaus)

VTM PCs

Izzy Strange A Malkavian glitter punk vocalist with BPD and substance addiction.

Sybil Kross A Malkavian artist with PTSD and abandonment issues. (Faceclaim: Kimberly Freeman)

Multifandom OCs

Jet Gray Goth boy. Videographer. (Faceclaim: Kett Turton [as Clive Webb in Gypsy 83])

Olivia “Olly” Gray Jet’s younger sister. Goth girl. Plays guitar. (Faceclaim: Heather Baron-Gracie)

Leo Anderson A survivor of institutional abuse. drug dealer. Sings and plays guitar. Lives out of his car and often couch surfs. (Faceclaim: Colson Baker AKA Machine Gun Kelly [as Wes in Roadies. If you can find me a faceclaim with that exact hair and MGK's jawline, I might change this faceclaim tbh because I cannot stand MGK now. I've learned too much.])

Emily Walsh Musician. Had to play marriage counselor for her parents from a very young age. (Faceclaim: Tessa Violet [specifically with pink hair])

Other Fandom OCs

Ophelia Power Rangers in Space OC. Purple ranger. Space sorceress born on planet Xoia. Has an otherworldly feline creature from her home planet as a pet named Indigo. (Faceclaim: Sóley Sigurþórs)

Deirdre Doyle The Originals OC. Witch. Lots of trauma. (Faceclaim: Kat Dennings)

Other OCs

Adelaide St. Claire Louisiana Creole trans woman living in New Orleans. Voodoo practitioner. (I’m currently researching everything to do with Voodoo and plan on hiring a sensitivity reader for whichever work I include her in. I promise I won’t fuck it up!)

Astrid Shelley Old lonely widowed witch that lives in the woods on the edge of town. Agoraphobic. Has a familiar, a black vulture named Edgar. (Faceclaim: Anna-Varney Cantodea)

Luca Giger 400 year old vampire. Was sex trafficked at the age of 12, is now voluntarily a full-service sex worker. Was bitten at 20 years old by a client. (Faceclaim: Bartek Borowiec)

Arthur Julius “AJ” Montgomery III Dark academia OC. Artist, writer, musician, stoner. (Faceclaim: Timothee Chalamet)

Stitches the Carnie Ghoul (CW: Horror OC. Proceed with caution) Murderous people-devouring necrophiliac. Keeps some of her victims’ corpses as dolls that she has tea parties with inside her circus tent. (Faceclaim: Peggy Giggles)

Jezebel Bathory A succubus. (Faceclaim: Rose McGowan)

Gwendolyn Lightweaver An angel turned human as a punishment. (Faceclaim: Katherine Shepard AKA Sylvaine)

Ozraphaeus “Ozzy” Embershroud A demon with a pet hellhound named Mordred. (Faceclaim: Ville Valo)

Willa Meadowsong Faerie OC. Seelie court (Faceclaim: Tori Amos)

Gossamer Greywood Faerie OC. Unseelie court. (Faceclaim: Xilmordas)

Alice Hansen An artist, writer and multi-instrumentalist who struggles with undiagnosed mental illnesses and substance abuse. (Faceclaim: Holly Henry)

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The Gun

Summary:  In 1929, the Nevin-Klaff Gang, a collection of bootlegging cousins from the farmlands of Texas find themselves on the run and in need of help.The gang finds their way to St. Paul, Minnesota where the make the acquaintance of notorious, underground, bootlegger smuggling gang, The EST. Immediately, the leaders of these two gangs, Siobhan (Shiv-on) “Shiv” Nevin, and Colson “The Gun” Baker, can’t stand one another. When their subordinates go behind their backs to agree to work together, Shiv realizes how dangerous it can be to be a knife in a gun fight.

Previous Chapters --scroll to Knife in a Gun Fight

A/N: I lost my tag list for MGK stuff, so please message me if you want to be on it. Below is just some people I figured would want to read this. I’m hoping to start writing and posting some stuff on the weekends. I DO have some requests I’m still getting through. :)

Tag List: @lilliannrojas, @chanandlersstuff, @famousobservationfan​, @machine-gun-casie​

The morning came with a pillow to the face and angry grumblings from hungover men. Reluctantly, Siobhan peeled herself to a seated position on the cot she slept on the night before and groaned in anger at George for waking her so abruptly. With her feet placed on the floor and her head drooped down in exhaustion, Shiv pushed herself from the cot and moved around the room to find her where she placed her clean clothes.

“You hardly even stayed at the speakeasy more than half an hour. You don’t get to be grumbling,” George groaned as he pulled a homemade knitted sweater over his head.

“You would be grumbling too if you had to deal with such an insufferable man,” Shiv huffed as she found a soft, comfortable, white blouse, along with a pair of dark grey, hand-me-down riding knickers and matching overcoat.

“Come on, Shiv,” Eddy sighed as he dropped his weight against his sister and grasped onto her shoulders in order to pester her. “He was looking at you like you’re a real Sheba!” With a huff, Shiv shifted her weight out from beneath her brother and scoffed at his words.

“I wanted to be alone and it was obvious,” she insisted as she combed through her hair with her fingers and allowed the leftover curls from the night before to fall around her shoulders.

“How are we supposed to expect your sister to become friends with anyone?” George huffed at Arthur and Eddy as he shrugged his shoulders into his sport coat and glared in Shiv’s direction. “She won’t allow anyone within ten feet of her if they’re not blood.”

“I’m not going to give some cake-eater the time of day,” Shiv hissed at George with her eyes narrowed and jaw clenched, “especially not when I’m the last woman he attempts to approach!” Frustrated, Shiv slammed the door to the bathroom and locked herself inside. With an angry huff of her breath, she pressed her back against the door and tried her hardest to bury the fury threatening to burst from her chest. Slowly, between deep breaths and tilting back her head to keep her tears of anger from slipping, Shiv began to change.

“Ease off, her,” Eddy snapped at George the moment his sister had disappeared behind the bathroom door.

“She’s going to rub everyone the wrong way and then no one will want to help us,” George retorted as he bent over to pull on his boots without giving Eddy an ounce of his attention.

“She didn’t want this,” Arthur quickly intervened to remind his older cousin of his place. “Her plan was to be upright and honest in our intentions with EST, not to try and befriend them and convince them of a favor! She’s going along with your plan to make you feel important.”

“You’re full of shit, Art,” George hissed and stomped the floor once each of his boots were secured around his feet. “I’m the oldest. I’m the leader. Siobhan is just some girl who got mixed up in this.”

“Shiv is our cousin,” Walter quickly reminded his brother even though the words fell from his mouth like vapor in the wind.

“What women do you see running the scene or calling the shots? Shiv having even the smallest amount of control is what got us here, hiding from coppers in every other state and sharing a small bedroom in shitty motels.

“Shiv being in control of our every move is what helped Mom and Pa, Aunt Liz and George Senior keep the farm. Shiv being in control of everything we’ve done has helped countless family farmers across the country keep their land and business. Just because she’s not another bim like the ones you chase doesn’t mean you get to treat her like garbage,” Art stated in a stern voice.

“I trust her judgement more than I trust you,” Edmund stated in defense of his sister as he stood toe to toe with George, “so I’m going to follow her lead. If she goes along with your plan, fine, but the second she thinks something is going south, I’m listening to every word she says. She’s kept us safe, alive, and together for this long, and I know I’m not as smart as her, but I’m not dumb enough to question whether or not she can get us out of the country safely.” George took a step forward and peered down his nose at Edmund with his hands balled tightly into fists.

“Are you threatening me, kid?” he asked as he lowered his voice to sound more intimidating to the twenty-three-year-old before him.

“George,” Walter’s firm voice cut through the thick tension of the room as he watched his older brother peer down at Edmund with a fiercely dangerous gaze dancing on his face. “We’re doing this your way! We’re on the way to meet EST. Stop picking fights.” At the sound of his younger brother’s pleading voice, George took a step back and cracked his knuckles before dismissing his cousins and turning his attention out the dingy window of their terrible motel room.

Just as the tension began to die down in the room, Shiv emerged feeling more confident in her trousers and blouse than she had in the evening gown she had worn the night before. Her eyes caught the frustration that Edmund’s face held as well as the strain crossing Art’s chest, and she did her best to shield her gaze from Walter’s rosy cheeks. Shiv sighed as she dropped onto her cot to lace her short heeled Victorian boots around her stocking clad feet. She wasn’t going to be the first to apologize between she and George, and maybe it was that stubbornness that had him angry with her to begin with, but Shiv was stronger than him in more ways than one. Sooner or later, he’d realize he needed her more than she needed him, and then he’d be crawling to her and his apologies would spill from his mouth for all of the grievances he caused her.

“While you came home early, Eddy and Walt were able to get one of EST’s members to reveal his identity to them,” Art stated as he held out a scarf for his sister to take.

“We hit it off easily,” Walter said with a kind smile as he looked over to Siobhan in hopes that her anger towards George no longer resonated on her face. “Rook, or JP was the one we met. The only other person from EST there besides him was Slim, his real name is Brandon. The Gun and Baze were there, but left before we could meet them.”

“Rook and Slim told us we can meet up with them at a diner across town for breakfast as long as we don’t bring any weapons,” Eddy said with a stern voice.

“What if they’re just trying to ambush you? Meet some drunk people and set up a time to screw them over the next day?” Siobhan asked as she knitted her eyebrows together curiously.

“Well,” Art sighed disapprovingly at his sister before offering her a blade that balanced on his fingertips, “there’s a reason we call you Shiv.”

A wicked smirk fell over the woman’s face as she felt the cool metal between her fingers. Ever since she was a little girl, Shiv was fascinated by throwing knives. She excelled in archery and was a clean shot with a rifle, but her mother kept her from going on family hunting trips with her brothers and father. It’s impolite for a lady to do such things a man should do for her, her mother would say; unfortunately, that same sentence was never a good enough when she used it as an attempt to get out of doing farm work. Ever curious, while her father and brothers were away on their hunting trips, Siobhan would steal her mother’s kitchen knives, retreat a safe distance from the house further back on their property, and throw the blades into tree trunks. After a while, Shiv became just as good at handling a blade as she was at archery and shooting.

Siobhan took the knife from her brother’s fingertips and slipped it into a small holster wrapped around her ankle beneath the flow of her trousers. Immediately, she noticed the rather unpleasant look George was giving her. His straight nose was pointed up in the air and pinched as he watched his cousin try to hide the only protection the group would have other than their fists.

“It would be less conspicuous if you wore a skirt,” he commented with a snide glance over his shoulder towards Shiv. She narrowed her eyes at him and bit her tongue as she watched him continue to wag his. “We’re seriously putting our only chance of survival if something goes wrong in the hands of your little sister?” he commented to Arthur.

“No, you’re putting your chance of survival incase anything goes wrong in my original plan—approach them straightforward without this deceitful, ‘let’s be friends’ bullshit,” Shiv snapped as she grabbed her coat, threw it over her shoulders, and bundled her hands into mittens to keep herself from punching her cousin.

“Let’s just go,” Walter sighed as he and Art eagerly left the room and made their way into the cold morning air of Minnesota. George followed his brother and cousin while Edmund and Siobhan locked the door and paced along behind the group.

The walk was rather refreshing for Shiv. She stayed with Eddy most of the time and the pair simply examined the city—the buildings they passed, the people who nodded and kindly said hello, the children who played in the snow outside of their homes. Both found themselves falling victim to the undeniable jealousy of the strangers they passed, and in an unspoken manner, the pair empathized with the other by remembering the phrase they’d often shared with one another on their journey north: Maybe in Canada. As Shiv lost herself in the one question she had regarding her plan, what happens when we get to Canada? her family was quickly approaching the diner that had come into sight. As Eddy realized they were closing in on the place he, Art, and Shiv viewed to be a target—a place that held the potential of a dangerous interaction—he hastened his pace to get ahead of the group.

As the group of five entered the restaurant, Eddy and Walter positioned themselves at the front of the group and spoke in kind, gentlemanly tones. “We’re meeting some friends here, Johnny and Brandon. They wouldn’t happen to be here already, would they?” With a small smile on her face, the young woman at the hostess stand escorted the group to a corner of the restaurant that was sparce of patrons other than a small group of four huddled into one side of a rather long booth. George placed himself at the far, right side of the table opposite of a man with a full, long beard and a broad, stout build, and Shiv rolled her eyes at the fact that although they were doing this his way, he was still the one to size up EST and place himself accordingly. Art slid in beside George, followed by Shiv, and then Eddy and Walter, who chose to sit opposite of the man they met at the speakeasy last night.

“So Slim and I met Walt and Eddy last night, but who are the rest of you?” Rook asked as his eyes trailed the rest of the table and stopped when they reached the young woman who refused to look any of them in the face.

“George,” the eldest of the group said with authority. “I’m Walt’s older brother and the rest are our cousins. This is Art, and you’ve already met Eddy.”

“But who is she?” Rook asked George rather pointedly.

“Yes, who is she?” a rather smooth and low voice called out softly. Shiv could tell it came from whomever was sitting across from her, and in a moment of defiance, she pulled her eyes up and snapped.

“Who’s asking?” She could feel a hot ball of lead plummet into her stomach as soon as her eyes met those of the man across from her. Those blue-green orbs attached to a head of slicked back blonde hair teased her almost as much as the smirk on his face.

“The Gun.” With those two words, Shiv held her breath and tried to think of a world where she hadn’t screwed over their chances of getting out of the country by insulting some man coming onto her at a bar, but she was coming up short. “Founder and leader of the EST,” he said before introducing his counter parts as Rook, Slim, and Baze. “Now, care to give me your name, doll?”

“Shiv,” she said through tight gritted teeth.

“Why Shiv?” Rook asked as he tried to diffuse the unknown tension between Shive and The Gun.

“Would you like to find out?” she threatened only to have Arthur and Edmund each place a firm hand on either shoulder.

“Her name is Siobhan,” Walter explained, “Shiv is just a shortened version.” Without thinking twice, The Gun turned towards the men on either side of him and whispered something before he turned to face Shiv again with a smirk on his face.

“So,” he said as he turned to face the entire group before him. “What are we working with here?”

“What do you mean?” Arthur asked as he watched the men before him carefully eye over each of his family members.

“Rook and Slim said you wanted to do business? Is that wrong?” Shiv gave an I-told-you-so glance towards George, who grumbled and growled under his breath. “What are we working with? Who’s the leader of this operation? How did you get here? What do you want?”

“The leader of the operation is m—” George tried to assign himself the role of leader, only for his voice to be covered by Arthur and Eddy saying, “Shiv.”

“Seriously? Her?” Baze questioned as he looked between George, Shiv, and The Gun. “You’re not really going to entertain this, are you?” he asked The Gun as he watched his leader’s face. He wasn’t mulling over whether or not to seriously consider the people before him; he was intently watching the woman that sat in front of him—he’d already made up his mind and that was slowly becoming clear to Baze, Slim, and Rook.

“Tell us about your gang and we’ll find a place for you to fit in with us.” As The Gun spoke, it was clear he was only speaking to Shiv, which angered her based on their single interaction the night before, but also put her mind at ease, because now she wasn’t going to have to fight George on anything.

“Open any national paper and you’ll learn all you need to,” she said in an apathetic tone as she dismissed his curiosity.

“Papers lie. We know that much by now, so tell us, what really is the Nevin-Klaff gang?” Suddenly, Shiv could feel something touching her leg beneath the table. Out of sight of everyone before her, something had grazed her knee, and after subtle, reassuring raise of The Gun’s eyebrows, she pushed her hand along her thigh until her fingers met what felt like a small scrap of paper. Quickly, she pulled her hands back with the paper held between her fingers, and then she tucked it under her leg.

“George started out running moonshine for a few, family run farms to help them get the money needed to pay the bank do they can keep their land and continue to make a living. Art joined him after a short while, I forced them into letting me help, and then Eddy and Walt had joined up as well. We don’t hurt people; we transport spirits, take what’s been taken, and help the little people stay alive.”

“What about the train you supposedly robbed in Nebraska?” he probed with his eyes narrowed and his voice lowered.

“What about the shootout you supposedly had that killed a man?” she questioned back with an equally falsified newspaper account regarding EST as the one he was referring to about Nevin-Klaff. With a flash of her eyes in his direction, he realized he couldn’t wait any longer for her to open the piece of paper he’d given her.

“I want to speak with you privately,” he stated as he looked to his crew and stood. It was a standard step in the process of getting into business—The Gun talking to the leader of the gang he would be working with—but Baze, Slim, and Rook still didn’t know what exactly The Gun had planned. They knew they needed another gang of roughly their numbers to work a job with them, but they didn’t know the job, the location, or any details relative to his plan.

“She doesn’t go anywhere without us,” George stated firmly as his jealousy towards Shiv’s role began to overcome him.

“If that were true, you wouldn’t have been talking with some strumpet when your cousin was walking back to your motel alone.” His voice was even as he delivered his observation from the night before, and a realization clicked in Shiv’s head.

“I’ll be fine,” she said in a reassuring tone to her brothers as she rose from her seat and paced away from the gathering to follow a complete stranger to an unknown location just to prove that her realization was right.

Next Chapter: TBA

[jacksonroseroth]

Tales of the XX Chapter 4

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s chapter 4! Hope you like it!

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Weed usage

Words: 4,269

Italian Translations:  andrá tutto bene - Everything will be fine ~  Non sono ubriaco - I’m not drunk ~  Dio non voglia - God forbid

Moodboard made by me, none of the pictures are mine

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When Slim, AJ, and Baze boarded the plane, they indeed stopped by Giacomo and Marciano to speak with them. Their own men bristled at the seeming disrespect, but Slim maintained an air of confidence and merely chuckled when they blocked his path to Giacomo. Slim smirked and said, “I need to speak with your boss.”

“I’ll give him the message. What do you have to say?” One of the men asked. Slim smirked and said, “Oh, it’s for you as well. Better if you all hear it.”

Baze shifted to be able to see past the men, locking eyes with Giacomo and gave a polite smile as he said, “If and when you’d like to speak with Don Romano, you and your men will bring the request us. Not to him.”

Marciano was visibly agitated by the order, but Giacomo placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, not looking away from Baze as he matched the polite smile, and said, “Thank you. I will be sure to oblige.”

Slim bowed his head in respect and moved along, down to the back of the plane. AJ and Baze followed suit, not speaking to the De Luca men as they passed, lining themselves to block Colson as they sat down. Marciano glared at the men as they passed, waiting until they had sat down and were talking amongst themselves to turn to his father and say, “How can you let them disrespect you like that? What authority do they have-?”

“It was a message from Don Romano. That is authority enough, Marciano.” Giacomo said harshly, giving him a look. Marciano blinked, surprised his father was defending the young don. The young man shifted in his seat, clearing his throat as he said, “I wasn’t aware you sympathized with him.”

“You wouldn’t, Marciano, now would you? The d’Este bastard has blinded you to your own family.” Giacomo said, narrowing his eyes at him. “Remember where your loyalties lie, my son. It is not with them.”

Marciano dipped his head down, showing respect and regret to his father, then turned to look out the window as the plane took off. Giacomo glanced down the aisle of the plane to Colson, watching them all for a moment before turning to smile at the stewardess as she came to take their orders.

“Do you think he’s going to come back here? It’s not a long flight.” Slim said, tearing his gaze away from the De Luca’s and looking back at his boss. Colson sipped his drink and smirked, giving a brief shrug.

“He might. But I never specified that stood for only the plane ride, did I?” Colson replied. Slim smirked as AJ and Baze exchanged looks and chuckled. He let his men have their moment before he added, “When we get back to Catania tonight, I’ll explain it all. But Giacomo has literally handed me a power I’d never thought I’d have over d’Este. I intend to see how serious he is about it before I make any move.”

“What about Marciano? Him and Enzio are fucking butt buddies. He’d never turn against him.” Baze said. Colson tilted his head and watched the young De Luca as he struck up a conversation with his men.

“Apparently, they’re not as close as we thought. Marci doesn’t know about everything Enzio has done…” Colson’s eyes flickered between his men as he lowered his voice and said, “Like killing Cosmio.”

“Everyone knows he did that.” AJ piped up, softly. “Shit, we knew he did it before he knew he was going to do it. Everyone knows he’s the go to hitman.”

Colson shrugged and said, “Well, Giacomo must have kept it from his son. Cosmio was his fucking cousin for Christ’s sake. If Marciano knew he killed him, I’d have no respect for him if he stayed friends with d’Este.” He took another sip of his drink and sat back, watching as Giacomo stood, waving his men off as he made his way to the back of the plane. Slim saw the smirk spread across Colson’s face and turned. AJ and Baze stood while Slim remained seated as the Don reached them.

“Don De Luca. What can I do for you?” Slim asked, laying a leg over his knee and folding his hands in his lap, smiling politely. Giacomo smiled at the men and said, “I’d like a word with your boss...In private, if we could?”

~

Atta forced herself to smile and have fun in town with Carina and Maddelena. The pair dragged Atta all over, into every store. They stopped at a cafe for lunch and snacked as they shopped, then finally ended the night at dinner on the water. Carina and Maddelena sat together and chatted away with their phones, now that they could sit down and unwind with a glass of wine. A content smile sat on Atta’s lips as she gazed out over the ocean, the pleasant sea breeze playing with her hair.

“Josie.” The firm tone that said her name jolted her out of her own head and she turned to her friends. Both girls giggled and exchanged looks, prompting Atta to smile a little more and give a soft chuckle of her own as she asked, “What? What did I miss?”

“Atta, we’ve been calling you.” Carina said with a chuckle, handing her phone over to her. “Look what your brother sent me.”

Atta chuckled and shook her head, lightly, taking the phone. Carina and Rook, just like Atta and Colson, had always been attracted to each other. Only in Rook’s case, he was allowed to court Carina. Early last year, John sat his son down and made it clear to him exactly who he was courting.

Carina was the only family member left of the Greco clan, save her grandfather; Elder and Don Alessandro Greco. The Greco line ended when Carina’s father and brother were killed in a drive by; An act of retaliation from Martel Muller after the XX retaliated for the attempt on Colson and Cosmio’s life. Carina was extremely lucky, and very grateful, that Alessandro had his eye on Rook to marry his granddaughter anyway.

“I have some thing for you, come to Marsala tonight?” Atta read aloud, then gave Carina a look accompanied by a knowing smirk. With a chuckle, breaking her facade, she handed the phone back and said, “Do you think he’s going to propose?”

Carina giggled and shrugged. She sipped her wine as she reached for her phone, taking a moment to reply to Rook. Atta and Maddelena exchanged looks and chuckled. Carina looked up, looking between the both of them with a wide smile as she set her phone down. “What? I don’t know. Maybe? I wouldn’t be surprised. Rook said John mentioned something about announcing his engagement at either his party or the joint party.”

Atta sighed and cast her gaze down, staring at the menu. Maddelena watched her cousin. “Atta, andrá tutto bene. You’re not choosing a husband at the party. It’s just the presentation of suitors.” She said, closing her menu and setting it aside. Maddelena and Carina both reach for the bread and oil as Atta sighed and shook her head.

“Yes, Madde. But then, I’m put under scrutiny. Everything I do will be watched. I’ll have to stay in Marsala so the elders can watch my interactions with the sons. Then they’ll all be in my ear telling me what to do and who to choose. I’m not happy for it. Any of it.” Atta spat out in a rapid slur of frenzied Italian and passion. When she looked up at her friends, they both were slowly picking at the bread on their plates and watching her. Atta cracked a smile and picked at her napkin as she muttered. “Non sono ubriaco…”

The pair chuckled at their friend, breaking out in playful Italian jabs as their waiter approached. He gave the group a warm smile and asked, “Buona sera. What can I get you tonight?”

As Carina gave her order and Maddelena quickly scanned the menu once more, Atta glanced around the restaurant. She saw a few familiar faces that made the corners of her mouth lift up slightly. But it was the figure with a grey trenchcoat at the back that struck her most. Especially when she saw the dark shades that covered his eyes. The sun had long since set so no one should have been wearing sunglasses. It seemed that one the figure realized his presence was noticed by her, he quickly shuffled along the back fence where he stood and quickly left the restaurant.

“And for you, Singora Cappelletti?” The waiter’s voice brought her attention to him, scrambling for her menu to answer him. He jotted down her order, gave them all a polite smile and said, “Grazie. Your food will be out shortly.”

He gave a small bow to Atta as he walked away. Atta sighed and sat back, fingering her wine glass as she stared at it. Carina snacked on the refilled bread as she smiled and sat back, texting with Rook. Maddelena set down her phone and looked up to start a conversation, but stopped when she saw the look on Atta’s face.

“Cousin. What is it? There’s something else bothering you.” Maddelena said. Atta shifted, sitting a little straighter in her seat and sat forward, glancing between both women. She took a deep breath before she said, “I ended things with Colson.”

Carina snorted in her drink and Maddelena inhaled the piece of bread she chewed on as she gasped. Atta rolled her eyes and tried to hide a smile as her friends pulled themselves together. Maddelena gulped down her water, coughing a few more times, while Carina wiped her face and said, “Um, I-I’m sorry. You-You did what?”

“With the party coming up, I didn’t want to risk exposing us. Daddy would kill him, the Dons would be pissed, and the elders would remove him. Not that who I fuck is any of their business anyway…” Atta said, sitting back. Maddelena cleared her throat one last time before she spoke.

“Wait. So...It’s over over? Fuck, I thought you two would at least attempt to make a case to the elders.” Maddelena said. Atta merely shook her head and sighed.

“It would be useless. They would still punish him for fooling around with me without Daddy’s blessing. God, this whole thing is bullshit. They shouldn’t be presenting their sons for marriage, they should present them for fucking adoption! Then Rook would have a second and I can live my life in peace.” Atta said.

“Between the party, actually choosing, then the actual wedding? Atta, things might change. You and Colson belong together just as much as me and Rook or Madde and Cosmio.” Carina said. She hesitated and prayed the guilt she felt showed enough as she managed to get out, “Dio non voglia...If something happens to John-”

Atta shook her head with a chuckle. “Rook still can’t do shit. The elders will probably kill Rook if he tried. John has already spoken to us about it. Not to mention the Dons would riot and demand his removal. Colson would have to kill them all; the elders, the Dons, their families, if we wanted to get married.” She said. Atta gave a soft sigh and added, “That or he would have to turn the Dons on the elders or somehow get them to like him.”

Maddelena waved a hand at Carina as she opened her mouth to respond and set down her glass. “No. No more. We are done talking about this. This entire situation is complete bullshit and I’m sick of seeing you upset like this.” She said. “You have been getting more and more depressed since John told you about this three months ago. Colson’s been gone for four. You shouldn’t have been forced to fuck up your reunion like this. I’m tired of seeing you hurt.”

Atta blinked at her cousin as Carina snickered softly. Atta slowly broke a smile and began chuckling, meeting Carina’s gaze as they chuckled together. Just like Atta at meetings, it wasn’t often that Maddelena spoke up, but when she did, she was heard. Maddelena’s anger faded as she also broke out in a smile and giggles.

“Okay, Madde. We hear you.” Atta chuckled, reaching over to give her hand a small, comforting squeeze. Maddelena smiled and gave a squeeze back.

“I’m sorry, but they can’t treat us like their own daughters way back when. Things have changed.” Maddelena said.

“I agree. But they’re old Italians. They’re more stubborn than a mule.” Atta said with a chuckle. As they spoke, their waiter came back over with their food and they put their conversation on hold for a moment, thanking the waiter when he was done. “If talking about it upsets you, Madde, I won’t bring it up anymore. Besides, I need a goddamn miracle to get out of this marriage.”

~

Colson motioned for his men to give them a little more privacy, though they only moved one row up. Giacomo took the seat across from Colson as he tried to keep his smirk from showing too much.

“What can I do for you, Giacomo?” Colson asked, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip.

Giacomo chuckled softly before he said, “There is no need to hide behind pleasantries here, Colson. We both want the d’Este’s out of power and for things to be run as they were before.”

“No.” Colson said, setting down his glass. “Not as they were before. My uncle had plans past installing the girls, you know this. Plans to go beyond Tomasso’s original goals. If you want me to take down the d’Estes for you, I’ll do it. But if you’re giving me that power, I’m using it. For too long, I’ve been cast aside because of stubborn, close-minded men. Too long I’ve been kept from my goddamn birthright. That is all going to change if you side with me, De Luca. This is my family. And I’m going to take it back.”

Giacomo watched the young Don closely as he spoke. When Colson finished and sat back, picking up his glass again, he chuckled and smirked at him, rubbing a hand over his chin as he sat back as well. “And, uh, if there are some Dons who will not agree with you on these changes?”

“I’ll already be in power. My grandfather gave them their positions and wealth...His grandson can certainly take it from them.” Colson said, evenly, meeting the man’s gaze. He did not return Giacomo’s smirk, instead stared intensely at him, showing he would not be swayed. “I’ve bowed to lesser men my whole life. If you aid me in getting it back, trust me, the gratitude will not be lost. But don’t think to double cross me, Giacomo. No matter what, John has the last word. He’ll seek revenge for me.”

Colson’s words didn’t seem to rattle the old man, as Giacomo simply chuckled then stood. Colson raised an eyebrow, but stood as well, taking the hand Giacomo offered and shook it. The Don kept a firm grip on Colson’s hand and said, “I see much of your father in you, Colson. When we return to Catania, we will speak further.”

Colson nodded and said, “My home is always open to you, Don De Luca.”

“My gratitude, Don Romano.” Giacomo said. He finally released his hand and turned to walk back to his own family. As he passed, AJ, Baze, and Slim all bowed their heads in respect before retaking their seats closer to Colson.

“What did he say?” Slim asked. Colson smirked and sat back, taking a sip from his glass.

“Not much. But I think we understand each other.” Colson said. “Call Dub in from London. I want him at the house before we get back.”

“Dub? Why? What’s going on?” Baze asked.

“We will be entertaining the De Luca family tonight. Dub can take a break from his London crew. I want all my men there.” Colson said. He looked at AJ and added, “You and Dub will be in charge. I want Baze and Slim with me. I’m sure Giacomo and I will be in the office for most of the time.”

“So, it went well. The talk?” Slim asked, casting a cursory glance at the other two. Colson smirked and finished his drink. He didn’t want to tell his men just yet, not until he had vetted De Luca entirely and was certain of De Luca’s allegiance.

“Yes. It went well.” Was all Colson said.

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When they landed in Rome, it was a quick trip to the Castel where the cardinals and bishops were already waiting. Thankfully, each Don had their own car and Colson was able to spark up a quick joint before they arrived. It settled him enough to be able to endure the interviews, but the moment they stepped foot in the room and all the bishops and cardinals turned to look at them, Colson tensed and wanted to bolt.

He wasn’t comfortable being around so many holy men. Religion wasn’t something he wholey believed in, but he bowed his head for Grace and muttered along in church when he was required to attend. Other than that, he all but shunned the church which gave the Dons another reason to dislike him.

As Colson was the Don sent by John, Giacomo and the De Lucas stayed behind him and his men to let the cardinals greet him first. One of the cardinals approached and said, “Don Romano. It is a pleasure to have you in Rome.”

“Cardinal Vecchio.” Colson said, extending his hand to take the Cardinal’s. Cardinal Vecchio bent to kiss the ring on Colson’s right ring finger; the ring of the Romanos of Catania. In turn, Colson then took the cardinal hand and kissed his ring as well. Cardinal Vecchio moved through Colson’s men, each of them kissing the ring with a respectful ‘Your Eminence’. As Vecchio moved on, so did the other cardinals and bishops to greet the men.

Once the greetings were finished, Cardinal Vecchio led Colson and Giacomo to their seats, their men lining themselves behind the chairs. The remaining cardinals and bishops took their seats, save Vecchio.

“We understand the young Cappaallettis are to be married. Please pass our blessings and congratulations to Don Cappalletti.” He said, pressing his hands together and bowing his head. Colson nodded.

“Thank you, Your Eminence. I shall pass along the message.” He said. Colson raised his voice a little louder as he addressed the room. “You are all well aware of why we meet here today. Singor Cappalletti wishes to have a cardinal officiate his daughter’s wedding. He will accept a bishop, but it is my decision on who will be chosen. We will call each of you to the seat in front of us and ask a few questions. Cardinal Vecchio. Since you are without a seat, shall we begin with you?”

“Of course.” Cardinal Vecchio bowed his head and took a seat as the long process began. Colson and Giacomo interviewed the cardinals and bishops, each asking their own questions and discussing between the two of them. Colson knew that Rook and Atta would doubtfully have a joint wedding; A joint everything else in their life was enough. John gave only the best for his Mafia Princess. Armed with that knowledge, Colson took an early lead while interviewing the cardinals, though gave De Luca room for his input. He had Atta’s voice in the back of his mind, not just the fight, but her comment that John wanted a cardinal at her wedding.

Colson knew sending him to Rome was a test for him, to see how well he could do choosing an a bishop or cardinal for Atta’s wedding that wasn’t to him. If he couldn’t be impartial and keep his cool on this simple task, he knew he wouldn’t end up being invited at all. Atta would never forgive him if he sabotaged himself and wasn’t there, so Colson sat there, going through the monotony of questions until another thought sprang to his mind.

John was careful in selecting who showed up that day. Colson noted the Archbishop of Palermo, and the Sicilian representative, was the only low ranking holy man there, and he was there solely for being their island’s bishop. Each cardinal and bishop held loyalty to one of the XX families. It was Colson’s curse that the d’Este’s held control in Palermo, their home. While Vecchio was the most logical choice for both ceremonies, being unwavering in his loyalty to the Cappalletti family, if Atta was, as she made it seem, going to be forced to choose d’Este, the bishop would also be chosen by force. Unable to keep his disdain for the bishop from his questions for the moment, Colson let Giacomo take the lead while he sat back and listened.

“...And my final question, Archbishop; Will you be performing any personalized rituals for Donna Cappalletti and her new husband?” Giacomo asked, looking up at the bishop from the paper he read. He removed his reading glasses and folded them up as the bishop spoke.

“In my time as Archbishop of Palermo I have performed every d’Este wedding. I include every family tradition and ritual they ask. I use the same rituals in every ceremony in Palermo.” He explained. The answer received the murmur of approval from his fellow clergymen and seemed to satisfy Giacomo, but it struck Colson as odd.

“Thank you, Your Grace.” Giacomo cleared his throat and folded up his paper. “Don Romano will now ask his questions.”

The archbishop bowed his head then turned to look at Colson. Colson shifted in his seat, sitting a little straighter but still with a slight lean. “You’ve said you use these rituals in every wedding in Palermo, Your Grace.” Colson stated simply, if only to ease into his line of questioning while trying to seem unbiased.

“Yes. I do. It became a fashion for my people. I am here only to serve.” He said with a polite smile. Colson nodded.

“We do not yet know who Singora Cappalletti will marry, so there is always room for changes...However, if the wedding is not in Palermo…” Colson started, leaving the atmosphere to tense slightly. He saw the archbishop’s eyes widen and his body tense, his polite smile now stiff and frozen in place. A few cardinals glanced at each other and whispered. Colson heard a soft laugh come from Giacomo and he glanced around the room before he added, “Will you still hold these rituals? If she does not marry a d’Este it may seem odd to have Palermo observed but not the newlyweds home.”

“If the wedding does not take place in Palermo…” The archbishop started, clearing his throat. “Then I shall perform as Don Cappalletti wishes.”

Colson could hardly keep the smirk from crossing his face as he leaned forward and asked, “And what of his daughter? It is her wedding after all. What of her wishes?”

“Yes, yes. As la principessa wishes, of course.” The archbishop said with an unsure chuckle. Colson stared at the bishop, taking his time to let the moment resonate with him before he said, “Very well. Thank you, Your Grace. You may take your seat.”

Colson sat back as the holy man quickly shuffled along to his seat and Cardinal Vecchio stepped forward. “I hope me and my colleagues have answered your questions to your satisfaction.” He said as he approached the Dons. “We shall expect an answer presently?”

Giacomo turned to Colson, waiting for his response. Colson glanced at him, then turned to the cardinal and said, “This is not simply a wedding of the family. It is the wedding. Two of them, in fact. It is not a decision that should be made in haste, nor without the input of both the young Cappalletti’s but their father as well. If Don De Luca and I may be allowed to discuss with the family, we shall announce our choices in...A week’s time?”

It was not the answer any of them wanted. That much was clear and it told him everything he needed to know about how truthful Atta had been. Colson was to announce that Cardinal Vecchio and the archbishop were to be chosen, to coincide with both John’s wishes for a cardinal and the d’Estes to have their one claim to arrogance with the archbishop. But he refused to give them that satisfaction; the cardinals or the elders. There was a slight uproar in the murmuring of the disgruntled men. Cardinal Vecchio cleared his throat and the room fell silent.

“We eagerly look forward to your decision, Don Romano.” He said, bowing to them both. The other cardinals and bishops followed suit, all of them standing and bowing to the Dons. Colson scanned the room and sighed, softly. John handed him this power to choose. He only withheld his decision to have time to plan. The choice was his alone, though to prove his loyalty to the family and not his heart. Unfortunately for the Dons and the elders, in Colson’s mind, they were one in the same. It was now his time to make some moves and they would be big. For it all to go smoothly, Colson would have to plan every last detail, down to the minute. The slightest hinge could ruin him forever.

~

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Better With You

Title: Better With You

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You break up with Colson because Casie doesn't seem to like you, and even though he understands your decision, he misses you and Casie soon realises how much her father cares for you and how happier he is with you, so she uses his Instagram to contact you.

Words: 1643

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Once again you are coming back to your empty apartment, a sigh of loneliness falling from your lips as you remember that you no longer live with Colson and that the two of you are no longer together. Everything was doing fine and you were happy, but it took one major issue to have it all come crashing down. You and Colson met at an award show, you were working as one of the staff that was behind the scenes, making sure everyone and everything was in the right place, and to say you were exhausted would be an understatement. Hours upon hours of running errands, making sure the artists pictures were on their seats and that you showed them the way to their seats if needed, checking in with the lighting and music team who had to be synced up for every performance and so many other things were draining every last drop of your energy. And so you decided to sit down a bit and drink some water, before you passed out in front of someone.

You leaned your head back on the wall behind you and closed your eyes, letting the cool liquid put out the raging fire inside your body, after which you let out a deep sigh, a mix of exasperation and relief. You slowly felt your senses coming back to life, and even though it was only a matter of time before you had to rush to your next task, you had this quiet moment to yourself and you planned to make the most of it. Just as you were sitting there, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of working for such a big award show, Colson walked around the corner and saw you. He was on his way to the bathroom and stopped in his tracks when he noticed you. His icy blue eyes scanned your features and although you looked a tad pale to him, he swore that he had never seen anyone so beautiful. He examined every curve of your face and he smiled slightly when you moved your lips in such a way that he noticed you had dimples on your cheeks. He hadn't even noticed that he was staring until you caught his eye and stood up quickly, realising you were not alone and in the presence of one of your favorite musicians. You wanted to quickly apologise and disappear into the ground, he probably thought you were some lazy staff, but it actually shocked you when he told you that you have nothing to apologise for.

The two of you ended up exchanging numbers that night, and you were on cloud 9, thinking about how kind and sweet he was in person, just like you had imagined him. You had tickets to go to his show the following week and butterflies wouldn’t stop roaming your belly every time you remembered Colson saying he’ll look out for you at the show and that he would love to see you come backstage too, to hang out before or after the show. The two of you grew really close really fast, and it wasn’t long before you started having feelings for Colson that were much more than friends. The feelings started out small, like noticing every detail about him, or getting too focused on his lips as he spoke, to bigger and bigger and soon enough you had no idea how to handle them. But luck was on your side, because he felt the same.

Colson overheard you talking to a friend about how you felt, he walked up to you after you finished the conversation and backhugged you, making you yelp and almost drop your phone. He made you turn around and pressed a kiss on your forehead, then on your nose, before moving over to both your cheeks and finally, his lips landed on yours, creating sparks, or better yet fireworks. It was then that he told you he loved you too and wanted to be with you. There was only one issue, what Casie was gonna think of you. You were pretty serious about Colson and told him to only introduce you to his daughter if he was as serious too. And he did, picking you up under the pretext that you were going for dinner at a restaurant, before ending up in front of his house.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Casie is gonna love you.“

He said noticing your wide eyes, panic flashing across them when you realised what he was doing. As he got out of the car and walked over to your side to help you out, seeing that you were not coming out on your own, and as you stood with your back against the car, unable to stand still as your foot tapped on the ground, Colson stood in front of you, rubbing soothingly up and down your arms to try and calm you down.

And honestly it was working, with every passing minute in his presence you were calmer, knowing you were not alone was doing wonders. You really wanted Casie to like you and see how happy you were with her dad. After calming you down a bit, with his forehead pressed against yours, telling you that you’ll be fine, Colson leads you over to the front door and inside the house. And there it was, the bombshell that took you away from the man you loved. Okay that was a bit dramatic to say, because you chose to break up with Colson, but you were still sad about it. Casie didn’t love you like Colson said she will, not at all. In fact, every time you saw her felt like she was always a bit more unhappy by the fact that you were there. And it was eating you up inside. You tried everything to get her to like you, but it was all in vain. She was never rude to you or anything like that, she’s an absolute sweetheart, but you could still feel like she wasn’t warming up to you anytime soon.

So you decided to break up with Colson, so maybe when he moves on, he will find someone Casie will like. You wanted him to move on, but you were having really big issues with it yourself. You had grown to love Colson so much that it pained you not to be around him. You never blamed Casie for anything, she was never obligated to like you, and you would have felt worse if she pretended to like you instead. And you thought you were the only one struggling to move on, without knowing it was difficult for Colson too. Everywhere he looked, he saw you, in every room, and even when he looked at other women, he saw your face. Just like you, he understood Casie, and would never force her into liking someone if she doesn’t, but it still hurt him not having you around. And with Casie, the old saying “you only miss someone when they are gone“ was to be true. She could see the difference between the way her father was when he was with you and when the two of you ended your relationship. And she could tell he was happier with you, and that he loved you.

But she also thought about all the times you tried to befriend her, your warm smile and kind gestures that she disregarded back then, but now realises she shouldn’t have. Maybe she could see how attached Colson was getting to you already and was frustrated at that, because she didn’t want you to hurt her father. She wanted to make sure you were the right one for him, but now she saw that she may have taken it too far. So she took Colson’s phone while he was in the shower one day and called you on video chat. At first, you didn’t answer, thinking that seeing Colson would have you crying immediately, but after the third call, you picked up, absolutely shocked to see Casie on the other end. She apologised to you and told you the reason why she was so distant with you, but that she sees now that she was wrong and that you are the one for her dad.

“You have no reason to apologise Casie, I understand you. Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to have to pretend.“

You said and Casie smiled brightly at you, a genuine smile, as she realised that she in fact did like you from the start, but it took her a bit to warm up to you fully. She nodded, and told you she was not pretending, that even if you two had a rough start, you would get back on good grounds now. It made you so happy and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Casie told her about her plan to take Colson out to dinner and have you arrive, and the three of you would have dinner together, as a family, and it will determine how the future would look like. And sure enough, the future was bright, as bright as Colson’s smile when he saw you approach their table, looking over at Casie who couldn’t help but mirror her father’s smile, content seeing him so happy again. The dinner felt so natural, to all three of you, and by the end, you were all sure that despite the rocky start, it was all gonna go better from here. Casie ended up adoring you, and you adore her, just as if she were your own daughter, and you were thankful she gave you a second chance. She even ended up helping Colson pick out the ring to propose to you with. Your future looked so bright with your little family, and you couldn’t be happier.

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You & Kells have a little “secret” (quite far from the media) relationship... until Pete says your name ~ & a little more ~ in an interview. 🦋

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Alpha Omega

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: alcohol, drunk, attempted rape (colson saves you before ANYTHING happens), potentially triggering dialogue about it the next morning, strangers to friends to lovers, smut, squirting 💦

A/N: Inspired by a weird dream I had and a real tweet I read, the person Jake in the fic was actually Jake Paul in my dream (ew). If you think the beginning backstory may trigger you and just want to read their friendship turn to lovers/smut, then scroll to the 2ND time skip marked with stars (***)

College mid-terms were finally over, which meant the same thing every year: the Alpha Omega annual fraternity party! It was the biggest party on campus every year, and even though it’s not really your scene, you decided to attend this year. Maybe it was the stress of mid-terms weighing extra heavy on your mind, but you needed an escape. But now, five full drinks and some shots later, you find yourself stumbling around the drink and keg area in the kitchen with a half-empty red solo cup, wondering how the hell you're supposed to find your way back to your dorm to sleep off what was obviously a very poor decision.

“Hey pretty thing,” you hear, suddenly feeling an arm slink around your waist.

“Do I know you?” you ask, disoriented and confused as your eyes try to focus on the face of the person touching you.

“The name’s Jake,” he shouts over the music, guiding you out of the kitchen and into the main party room. “You should come back to my room, you look like you need to lay down,” he says with ill-intent, but you’re too intoxicated to argue, letting him lead you up the stairs.

Even though most of your senses are impaired right now, you can’t mistake the distinct, pungent smell of weed wafting towards you as Jake escorts you down the hall once the two of you reach the top of the stairs.

“Yo, Jake!” a voice shouts from an open door, smoke billowing out as you pass.

“Hey Cols, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, man,” he says, blowing a smoke ring as he passes the blunt to his roommate Pete. “Wanna hit?”

“Maybe later, gotta get this pretty little thing back to room,” Jake answers.

“Aye, she alright? Colson questions, quickly rising to his feet.

“Yeah, pal she don’t look too good,” Pete coughs.

“Nah, man, that’s fucked up. She’s gooone!” Colson says getting a closer look at you. ‘You can’t talk her back to your room like this. That’s just wrong.”

“The fuck I can!” Jake retorts. “Look,” he says turning to you and lifting your slumped head. “You wanna go to my room with me don’t you, sexy?”

“N-nno” You slur, drunkenly shaking your head ‘Yes’

“See, she shook her ‘yes’,” Jake argues.

“Yeah, and her mouth said fuckin’ NO, Dawg!” Colson snaps back.

“Listen, I’m taking her to my room and there ain’t shit you can do about it!”

“The fuck there is!” Colson swings, his closed fist making contact with the side of Jake’s face, knocking him out cold.

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The next thing you know you’re opening your eyes; an unfamiliar room and bed coming into view. You slowly sit up holding your throbbing head

“Hey, you’re awake,” says a soft voice to your right. Quickly, you turn your head in a panic to see a tall blonde sitting on the edge of the bed.

“W-who are you? Where.. Where am I?” you ask on the verge of tears.

“My name's Colson,” he reaches out for your hand. “I —”

“Don’t touch me!” You yell, scooting backwards pulling  the covers up over you when you realize all you’re wearing is a thin, white, mens t-shirt. “Where are my clothes?”

“Aye, yo, it’s not like that. Relax, listen,” he stands with his hands up backing away from you. “I slept on the couch, I just wanted —”

“Where are my clothes!?” you demand.

“You threw up on them,” he answers.

“So lemme get this right … I threw up and you took off my clo —”

“NO! No! God no!” he says waving his arms. “My roommate Pete —”

“So your roommate Pete took off my clothes…?”

“NOOO! Please, just listen. I swear I was just trying to help you and keep you safe.” The desperation in his voice causes you to let down your guard a little. “I was saying, my roommate Pete. His girl. She stayed over last night and I asked her to help get you cleaned up and changed. I saw nothing I swear,” he puts his hands up again.

You sit there in silence, confused, trying to process everything he just said.

“You really don’t remember anything from last night? Do you?” He asks, stepping slowly back towards the bed.”

“No,” you shake your head, disappointed in yourself.

He cautiously begins to sit back down on the edge of the bed then pauses “Can I?” 

You nod ‘yes’ and he takes a seat.

“Yo, you were in really rough shape last night. I’m assuming you had too much to drink?”

“Yeah,” you admit looking ashamed.

“Aye, we’ve all been there. I’m just glad you’re ok,” he smiles. “Me and my homie Pete were just up here smoking when we seen some dude we know trying to take you back to his room. I could tell you were wrecked. Fuck, you where barely conscious. I tried to tell him how wrong that was but he wouldn’t listen so I knocked him the fuck out. I didn’t know where your dorm was or if you came to the party with anyone and I wanted to make sure you had a safe place to sleep it off.”

“ Thank you. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,” you apologize.

“Nah I completely understand,” he accepts your apology. ‘That’s why I wanted to be here when you woke up, I figured you might be a little confused.”

“More than a little,” you let out a small laugh.

Colson cracks a smile, then heads to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his athletic shorts. “Here, tell you what,” he says, tossing the shorts on the bed. “ Imma head out there —” he points to the door. Let you get dressed and I’ll drive you back to your dorm. Cool?”

“Cool,” you answer with a thumbs up and a smile as he steps out the room, closing the door behind him.

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“Seriously, thank you so much,” you say when he pulls up to your dorm.”What can I do for you? I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”

“Nothing. Any respectable man would have done the same thing,” he says.”I can only hope that one day if god forbid my daughter even finds herself in that position that someone would do the same for her.”

“Awww, you have a daughter?”

“Yeah,” he smiles like a proud father, lifting his backside from the drivers seat to pull out his wallet. “Her name’s Casie,” he says opening to her picture.  

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he says, then tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “She lives with her mom but I still see her all the time.”

“I’m glad. You seem like you’d be a great father.” you smile. “Thanks again,” you add, stepping out of the car.

“Hey, ummm, wait,” he calls out the car window as you walk towards your dorm.

“Yeah?” you turn back to face him.

“Ain’t you in that bitch Mrs. Pearson’s creative writing class with me?”

“Oh yeah,” you thought he looked familiar. “You usually sit up in the back row right?”

“If you mean ‘take a nap in the back row’, then yeah that’s me”, he laughs.

“Well see you bright and early tomorrow then I guess,” you smile.

“Yeah, see ya,” he smiles back before driving off.

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The two of you became quite close after that. Gradually moving your seats closer and closer to be near each other in class and pairing up for projects together. You even got to meet his daughter Casie briefly once before her mom picked her up from their weekend visit. You spent a lot of your free time together.It was amazing how you could do absolutely nothing when you were together yet there was no awkward silence or moments: much like right now where you're both hanging out in your dorm just laying on your bed scrolling aimlessly through your phones.

“Oh my god why are men so stupid?” You blurt out in laughter, showing him a tweet on your phone. “This dude really had the audacity to make a whole ass thread about how to eat pussy but he obviously has no clue what he’s talking about; girls don’t squirt out of their clits!’ No wonder girls never cum and have to fake it. Ya’ll mother fuckers don’t even know where the clit IS, and I’m pretty sure squirting is just something made up by the porn industry cuz that shit never happens in real life.”

“Aye, nah I hope you aint including me in that, cuz lemme tell you, ya boy knows where the clit is!  My girls always cum,” he smirks. 

“Yeah, okay,” you roll your eyes. “How do you know they’re not faking?”

“Cuz squirting ain’t made up, that shits VERY real! Maybe not every time but it has happened so I know they weren’t faking,” he smiles. “You mean to tell me a guy has never made you cum?

“Uhn uh” you shake your head no.

“And you’ve never squirt... even ..uhh..by yourself...or with whatever toys you chicks use?”

“I mean I’ve cum alone, but never squirt. No,” you admit blushing. You and Colson have never discussed anything sexual with each other before.

“That’s bananas, dawg!” he exclaims, slapping the bed.

The room grows quiet, the silence feeling awkward for the first time in your whole friendship.

“Aye, uh you trust me right?” Colson breaks the silence

“Yeah, of course, with my life!” you exclaim.”Why?”

“Trust me enough to uhmm...show you what I can do?”

“Are--are you saying you wanna — “

“I wanna make you cum,” he blurts out, cutting you off. “If- if you’ll let me that is.”

“I...Uhmm..I..”, you stumble while thinking it over.

“Sorry… uhhh let’s just forget this whole conversation, okay?” he says ashamed, thinking he made you uncomfortable.

“Why not,” you blurt out nonchalantly.

“Wait!, why not, like… like you … you wanna —”

You silently shake your head yes biting your lip.

“Oh shit! For real?” He says in surprise, getting up off the bed. “Uhh, c’mere,” he calls you over to the edge of the bed.

You do as you're told crawling over to the edge, sitting with your legs dangling off the bed. “You know, you don’t gotta go easy with me,” you smirk waiting for him to make his next move.

“Good, I wasn’t planning on it,” he says, immediately flipping you over and yanking your panties off from under your dress.

“Ugh you boys are all the same,” you groan looking back at him assuming he’s just gonna start fucking you from behind. “Haven’t any of you even heard of foreplay?”

“Don’t tell me no one’s ever eaten your pussy from the back before?” he questions, kneeling down behind you. 

With both hands he grabs your ass making it jiggle for him before delving his tongue between your folds, his tongue exploring every crevice. You gasp at the sensation and feel his muffled laugh buzz against your core, intensifying your pleasure. Gripping your ass tighter, he alternates between plunging a firm, pointed tongue in and out of your wet slit and assaulting your clit with a series of rapid fire kitten licks. Your legs weaken with each lash of his tongue, your body slowly collapsing against the bed.

“Keep that ass up, girl,” he pauses briefly to say. You try with all your might but it’s no use; Colson has reduced your legs to a pile of jello. Roughly he tosses you onto your back, spreads your thighs open and gets back to work. Keeping his tongue focused on your clit, he slides two fingers deep inside of you, his lengthy digits perfectly pressing against your G spot. “I can feel this pussy tightening around my fingers, I know you're close, right?” He pauses to ask cockily.

All you can manage is to nod, ‘yes’, your bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you look down locking eyes with colson; the fiery passion in them is a stark contrast to their ice blue hue.

Colson quickens the pace of his fingers, the sloshing of your wetness audible as he brings you closer to the edge. Then resting his free hand on your mound he gently pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb exposing the most sensitive part sending your body into convulsions when he rapidly flicks his tongue against it.

“Colson, FUCK!!! ” you scream out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm of your life rips through you. “Oh my god... oh my god,” you chant in pleasure and shock as you realize you’re actually squirting. Colson doesn’t miss a beat continuing to work you through your high, relishing in the mess you're making all over his face and fingers. When you finally stop twitching he removes his fingers and sits up with a smug look. He pulls off his shirt, wipes his glistening face with it, then tosses it on the floor and hurriedly starts undoing his belt.

“You didn’t think I was just gonna stop at one, did you?” He says cockily pulling himself from his boxers. “Awhh, fuck yeah, sooo wet and tight,” he groans as he pushes in, then bringing his hand between your two bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he thrusts.

“Mhmmmhhmm,” you moan, the bundle of nerves still sensitive from your prior orgasm.

“Told ya I could make you feel good,” he teases, his breath ghosting over that one reactive spot on your neck just behind your ear, causing you to let out a little squeak. “You like that?” He laughs, nipping at the same spot while his hips roll in like the tide, crashing repeatedly against the shore of your pelvis. He nips and kisses along your jawline making his way to your mouth, harshly tugging your bottom lip with a groan. Your tongue reaches out, searching for him as he pulls back.

“Fucking tease,” you whimper.

“That desperate to taste yourself on me?” He chaffs.

To be honest you’re desperate for everything he’s giving you right now; you’re body has never felt such pleasure. So when he offers his mouth back to you, you happily welcome the tart taste of yourself still present on his ravenous tongue. Your mouths move in a hungry rhythm, following suit with your hips. Your breaths and moans echo each others, increasing in speed and volume as climax nears. He can tell you’re so so close and he knows just how to get you there. He  grabs your legs pulling you flush against him and throws your legs over his shoulder, keeping your thighs pinned to his chest with both arms as continues to pound you.

“Mhmmm… Yeah, Yeah, Fuck me! Fuck me!”  you whine needily clawing at the sheets as you enjoy his cock from a whole new angle, slamming into your g-spot at the perfect tempo. It’s just a few more thrusts until he has you completely undone, cumming for the second time today.

“Jesus Christ, Colson” you moan breathily as you ride it out.

‘Ughggg,” he grunts loudly, quickly pulling  out, your legs falling to hips as he finishes on your stomach. 

“Can’t believe you were out here talkin’ ‘bout men don’t know where the clit is and no man ever made you cum,” he says mockingly after he catches his breath. “Nah, girl, you just been fucking with some losers. Gotta get you a real man like me.” 

“Well looks like I got myself one now,” you smirk. “ because we will definitely be doing that again!”

“Awhhh shiiiit,” he says loudly, his hand covering his smile. “ Got you addicted to this dick already, huh?” He teases.

“Shut up,Colson-,” you laugh, chucking a pillow at him “- and go get me something to clean off my stomach.”

[lizzy-williams]

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 (𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐔) 𝟑/?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✥ Warnings: SMUT!!!, drugs?, gore, blood (duh)

✥ Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXCt0ftVJe0

Jack the Ripper by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

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((I’m going to fucking hell))

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 relatively calm night. The band was out taking care of some personal business, while you stayed behind, babysitting Casie, having already put her to bed. You took the time to read some more of your book, the chapter you were reading sucking you into a different world. 

The door suddenly slammed open, the anger radiating off of them before they came into your line of sight. There were only 2 of them there, the rest you were sure had gone home. Rook and Kells were the only ones left. 

Each one of them had scarlet-red eyes, their jaws clenched, hands balled into fists, their fangs on full display. They wasted no time stalking towards you, the sound of your quick heartbeat making their breath hitch. 

“Guys?” you whispered out, your eyes almost looking similar to those of a puppy. You closed your book and threw it aside.

Before anything else was said, Kells leaned over quickly, his hand on the back of your head, his face going directly to the right side your neck, giving it a slow kiss, before digging his fangs deep into your neck, making you squeak, your hand gripping his arm, your eyes wide. He snarled in response to the contact. 

Rook suddenly took the other side. He had never drunk from your before, and it honestly made you somewhat nervous. He was a newer vampire, still trying to figure out how to do things the right way. 

He took some of the hair that was blocking your neck and tucked it behind your ear, planting his lips on your lips for a quick peck, then moving to your jaw, peppering kisses all the way down to the side of your neck, his hand caressing your cheek before biting down, sucking harshly on the wound, a groan erupting from his chest as he felt the blood run down his throat, reviving him. 

You found your hands going through their hair, massaging their scalps as they feasted on your blood. Colson always said that you tasted like apple cider and ginger, which always reminded him of autumn.  

You turned your head more towards Rook, your thumb grazing over his double x tattoo behind his ear, making him growl in want. You could feel the thick liquid drip down your neck and drip over the valley of your breasts. 

All you could do was let out soft whimpers and whines as their hands began to wander over your body, making you squirm. Colson’s hand went closer and closer to where you needed him most, making you sigh.

You took the hand that was once on Colson’s scalp to his hand, guiding it down, giving him consent for whatever was about to happen. Both Rook and Colson felt the energy that was surrounding you, the vibration’s intoxicating as they began to pull back. After all, you weren’t an infinite blood bag. 

Colson kissed your lips, holding your head up, your body weak from the blood loss. You could taste the metallic sensation of your own blood. You let out a small whimper as Rook replaced his fangs with his lips, making you feel warm, his energetic attitude dialed down to something more intimate.

Kells’ hand was now directly over your clothed cunt, pressing on the clit even though the layers of clothes, waking you shiver and he pulls back, looking into his eyes. God, you loved him. 

His eyes were red, and you knew that didn’t always mean he was angry... it was also lust. And you knew what was going to happen... Kells never let anyone drink from you, so this was a quick change of pace. 

Rook heard the quick beating of your heart when he began to drift his fingertips over the valley of your breasts, the blood that had dripped down now on his hand, being lifted to his mouth, and you watched as he licked up your blood. 

“Calm down, princess, we only wanna make you feel good,” Kells’ voice echoing through your head as he spoke, making you jump. 

You only nodded in response, the tingling in your core getting stronger. You took your small hand and placed it on Colson’s hand and guided it down, his eyes meeting yours. 

He suddenly groped you, making you gasp, Rook’s lips meeting yours, your whines now muffled by his mouth. Your tongues twisted, and he was a lot rougher then Colson, but you loved it. It was erotic and intense, making you wetter then you had ever been. Your tongue grazed over his fangs, which you found extremely alluring.

Kells was like a jealous cat, and he hated when others got attention... especially your attention. The two sets of hands felt incredible, and you thought you were about to cry with how aroused you were. 

“Kells... please,” you panted out, wanting something to happen, anything to happen, just to get rid of the tension you felt between your thighs. 

He suddenly picked you up, going to the bedroom, your legs too weak to move. You knew that if you stood up you would fall right back down. Before you knew it, you were being thrown on the bed, both boys immediately stripping you and themselves down. 

Colson sighed out as he smelled your arousal, and so did Rook, their eyes looking at you as if you were a wounded gazelle and they were lions, their tattoos on full display.

You loved it

Rook placed you up against the headboard, his hands gently gliding all over your body, soft whispers of praise and curses spilling from his lips as Kells took a more physical approach, kissing everywhere you loved to be kissed, squeezing everything you wanted squeezed. When push came to shove, Kells would know your body more than anyone else. 

He suddenly spread your thighs, your flower exposed, making him verbally groan out, kissing up to your thighs, finally reaching your heat. Your tiny hands found themselves tangled in his hair, your head getting thrown back as he gave harsh kitten licks to your heat. 

Rook took this opportunity to kiss your throat as your head was thrown back, which felt more pleasant than you thought it was. Soft moans left your lips as they ravished you, Kells watching as you shifted and mewled at his touch. 

He sucked harder on your clit, shivers going down your spine as he never faulted with his eye contact. He violently ate out your dripping cunt, Rook’s lips kissing you longer as he played with your exposed breasts. 

You didn’t want to just lay there, you wanted to give them pleasure too. Your hand grazed down Rook’s abdomen, wrapping your hand around his shaft, jerking it as he let out a snarl, his lips once again meeting yours as he grabbed your breasts. 

Kells sucked harder, wanting your attention on him, his tongue swirling around your clit. He suddenly entered two long fingers inside of you, and you gasped into Rook’s mouth, and he got the hint, lips moving down to your breasts, letting you let out moans of ecstasy as Colson’s fingers thrust in and out of you. 

You let out strings of curses, your legs shaking as you felt yourself slip away into climax, a hand on Rook’s back, his eyes up towards you, watching you as you reached your nirvana. 

You calmed down from your high, everything shifted while your eyes were closed. Rook was now where Kells once was, pulling your bottom half more towards him, as Kells was now right beside you, placing soft kisses to your collar bone. 

You looked at their shafts, each of them painfully hard, obviously affected by the sight of you earlier. They had just fed, so their senses were heightened, sensing everything, including your arousal. 

Rook licked his fingers, now reaching his hand down to your core, rubbing up and down your slit as you whimpered, Kells’ hand drifting over your breasts. Rook gave you a look that read ‘are you ready?’. You nodded your head, yes, and you then felt his tip go in, making you grab the sheets, your head getting thrown back into Colson’s shoulder as you tried to bring yourself back down to earth. 

After a few seconds, he was now fully inside you, setting a slow and steady pace. Meanwhile, you were in a state of complete euphoria, Colson reaching down and rubbing your clit as he watched your face closely, relishing in your moments of pleasure. 

Your hand went down to Colson’s shaft, his pupils blowing wider as he felt your hand pleasure him. 

“Fuck, baby,” he leaned down and whispered into your ear, then leaning to kiss you, and you made a bold move, taking his bottom lip between your teeth as he pulled away. 

Rook’s pace began to get faster, his groans getting progressively louder, your name coming out of his mouth like a prayer as he eventually began to ram into you. He wasn’t as rough as Colson would usually be, but it still felt just as good. 

You felt a familiar knot forming in your stomach and the boys felt it too, Colson turning your head towards him, “I want you to look at me when you come, dove, I want to see your face,” he muttered, planting another passionate kiss on your lips. 

“Hmf- gonna c-cum,” you whimpered, your eyes making direct eye contact with Colson, Rook groaning at the sensation of you tightening around him, and you both hit climax at the same time. 

Kells held you in an attempt to rock you through your high, your body shaking as you fell into a state of rapture. 

Once you were calmed down, and the boys heard your heartbeat calm down, you laid limp on the bed, completely fucked out.

But they weren’t done with you yet.

You woke up, Rook gone from beside you, Colson sleeping as you looked around. You had all slept through the day, the sun just setting, a golden glow peeking through the curtains. You moved slightly, sitting up from the bed, and you stood in front of a tall mirror in Colson’s room. 

Your body was littered with bite marks, dried blood, and bruises. Your body was always covered in bite marks, but there was more this time. You liked looking at your marks, they made you feel important. 

Even though Colson didn’t want to think of you as a girlfriend, you knew that you were growing on him. 

You crept into the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping in, the water running down your aching body, soothing your muscles and skin, making you let out sighs of comfort. 

You suddenly felt hands run over your shoulders, fingertips grazing over some of your bruises, most likely caused by Rook. 

Colson.

“This was a one-time thing...” Colson’s head lingered over your shoulder, the water coming down and hitting your bare breasts, “Because your mine.” he groaned, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you in, his lips training over your bite mark, giving it a small kitten lick before moving back up to your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “That isn’t a problem, is it?” the sound of his fangs coming out made you all the more aroused once again. 

You shook your head no, Kells letting out a low laugh, “Didn’t think so,” he smiled, his hands trailing down.

((Lmao don’t kill me for bringing Rook into this))

[machinegunbun]

Prologue | TCAOR&M

Tw: Religion/Religious trauma

A/N: I would like to preface this by saying two things. 1, this is something @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown and I came up with together and 2, this is our BABY ok? I love this. It is my baby. I'm gonna try my best to work on it while keeping up with req, but my brain has been very icky recently so i'm sorry if it falters. I found the will to write and I've been dying to introduce this and j 🥺

I present to you,

The Cryptid Adventures of Rin & Monet

~*~*~*~*

The breath that filled my lungs felt thick and heavy, my nose and eyes becoming quickly irritated by the material of my shirt constantly rubbing against them.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the moment I found out she was gone.

I’d been in New York, attending the college of my dreams. It offered every course I had wanted, and what’s best, in school housing, which meant an out from my overprotective grandmother.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved her dearly, despite her faults. She’d taken me in and raised me when my drug addict parents decided they weren’t up for the job. She told them if she were to raise me she would raise me her way, and raise me her way she did.

Her way consisted entirely of at least knee length skirts and church every sunday, confessionals and catholic school, bible thumpers and shame. All things that weren’t enough to keep my mother off the street, so I hope it doesn’t come as a shock when I was ecstatic at the prospect of being off on my own, away from the catholic guilt.

I spent the next few years in New York unlearning everything she taught me, getting comfortable with the idea of sexuality and everything deemed sin.

I was in my dorm, writing in my planner for the next week when my phone began buzzing. She was dead, gone, and it was…

It was weird, I guess. I’d experienced death before, my dear grandmother being the only one I had left, but every time all I felt was pity. They had never repented for their sins, they would never meet our lord Jesus in heaven, it’s all I’d ever really been taught to feel. This time was different though, all I felt was...

Guilt. Not of the catholic kind, either. I felt guilty for leaving her all alone in that big house in England to die. I felt guilty for staying in the states when I knew she would be returning to her hometown. I felt guilty for wanting to get away from her when she was the only person I had left.

I felt guilty that I would be leaving my coworkers hanging for the next few months while I went to sort out her affairs.

I remember that, too. Walking into my work that day, everything was normal. It was as it had been everytime before. Being in New York, word didn’t travel as fast as it might in a small town. Even if it had, empathetic didn’t tend to be the adjective to describe new yorkers.

Eventually I had fought through to my desk, where I began collecting some of my personal things so I could continue my work abroad.

“Didn’t even know you had a grandmother.” Ryan says, causing me to jump back, my eyes snapping over to his head resting on the edge of my cubicle. I guess word had gotten out about my little family (or lack thereof) emergency.

“Everyone has a grandmother.” I say, trying to recover smoothly from the light scare, the sound of phones ringing and computers typing the only thing keeping me sane.

“You don’t.” He adds, a smile crossing his face. I refused to dignify the joke with so much as a glance, unplugging my laptop and wrapping up the coords. There was a light smacking sound, followed by a “Too soon?”

“I remember you mentioning her.” My old friend from college, Bailey, adds. Looking up, I realize a small circle forming around my desk. Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to hold back the tears I could feel brewing in my throat.

“Oh, sweetie. Don’t cry.” Bailey consoles, wrapping her arms around me tightly. My face instinctively buries into her neck, huffing in a breath of her perfume, trying my best to hide from the world around me. There were light sounds as someone asked what had happened, quickly being informed of my grandmother's passing and whispering their regards before moving on.

Taking another deep breath, I peel myself from Bailey’s embrace, trying to regain my composure.

“Do you want to stay at mine tonight?” She offers, despite her tone being genuine and sincere, our past meant it wasn’t in either of our best interests.

“No, uh,” I pause, sniffling as I wipe the odd fallin tear, our eyes meet, the tension in the small office growing by ten, “I better get going.”

It was hard,

And it wasn’t any easier as I stood outside her house, coming face to face with the place she called home.

[livingmybestfictionallife]

Knife in a Gun Fight

Colson Baker/MGK 1920s bootlegger AU

A/N--This is the very short intro/prologue of my Colson Baker/MGK 1920s gangster AU. Message me to be added to the tag list, and chapter 1 will be up in a few hours.

Established in the plains of north Texas, a solitary, Irish Catholic family existed solely on their ability to farm and sell—farm, sell, farm, sell. For generations, farming produce, such as wheat and corn, was all any member of the Nevin family knew. There was nothing outside of the small, flat farm; no prospects of any other career, no hope for advancement, no life for a person with the last name Nevin, and the same could be said about the Klaffs. This was a fact of nature known for generations upon generations, until the birth of Siobhan-Honora Nevin.

As a bitter cold air pierced her neck, Siobhan peeled her eyes away from the newspaper she had been examining and carefully scanned the room. Sure, there was a sense of protection as she sat in a semi-circle booth surrounded by her cousins and brothers, but it didn’t take away from the sheer danger she knew they were in. The cozy and welcoming feeling of the small café she sat in did nothing to ease the gnawing within her stomach as her eyes nervously danced across the room once more before she returned her attention to the paper before her.

A fresh mug of steaming hot coffee was placed in front of her by a young woman who couldn’t have been much older than herself, and she tried to ignore the flirtatious glances the woman exchanged with her older cousin, George Klaff. “Do you mind,” Siobhan huffed under her breath as she pulled the paper back to her line of sight and cautiously examined it for any tips or leads that contained information about any of the five individuals gathered around the table.

“Get off it, Shiv,” George grumbled as he leaned over and propped his elbows up onto the table. “We’re in Saint Paul. Ain’t no body going to find us here.” Shiv eyed her cousin as she chewed anxiously at the inside of her lip.

“We’re ‘hiding out’ in the place all criminals go to lay low. It’s a safe haven for the lowly, and it’s the first place someone will come looking for us,” Shiv retorted as she lowered her voice and glared across the table at George.

“Lay off her, George. You know she’s right,” George’s little brother, Walter, piped up. At only twenty-one, Walter was the youngest of the bunch of familial misfits. He hadn’t meant to get mixed up in the actions of his older brother and cousins, but once he had, he knew there was no going back.

“Who’s the oldest one here?” George retorted as he scanned over the faces before him. “Who formed this operation nine years ago?”

“You know your role, George,” said Shiv’s older brother, Arthur, in a deep and low tone. “All of us do, and right now, it’s time for us to back down and for Shiv to take over. Got it?” George scrunched up his face and pursed his lips in aggravation, however he knew the words Art had spoken to be true.

Had it really been nine years? Shiv thought as she looked over the men’s faces around her. George was a year away from thirty with nothing to show as proof he’d lived life other than a few scars from narrow escapes from death. George was a fairly tall man, standing just below six foot, with a stocky build. His dark eyes were clouded with hooded brows and his black hair fell over his forehead in shaggy strands. The energetic and playful look he’d once had when he first, unintentionally, introduced his cousins and brother to this lifestyle was replaced with a stoic and mysterious grimace which instantly tied together his allure of being the tall, dark, and handsome stranger of the group.

Art stood slightly taller than George with a leaner frame but equally as strong and muscular as his older cousin. He was only seventeen when he began driving George around to neighboring counties, unaware at first of what they were doing, however upon realizing there was something to do with his life other than farming, Art willingly continued working with George. His deep blue eyes had only grown sharper with time and his once sandy blonde hair had darkened into a light brown.

A year of Art and George wandering throughout Collin, Grayson, and Hunt counties was more than enough time for Shiv to connect the dots and blackmail her way into the non-nefarious criminal activities the pair of cousins were performing. At sixteen, she could see the benefits her brother and cousin were bringing their families, and being the only educated member of either family—aside from their parents—Shiv demanded to be let into the operation. She’d always been tough and stronger than other girls her age. Being a girl didn’t excuse her from working on the farm once she returned home from school or had no where to go during the summer, however it did damn her to the fate of being nothing more than bride-wealth for her family. She saw what her cousin and brother were doing to be a means of escaping her fate, and like the older two members of the group, she embraced it.

Undenounced to Shiv, her younger brother Edmund had overheard her conversation with George and Art, and threatened to tell their parents if they didn’t include him. Two years later, when Walt was fifteen, he joined what would become known across the country as the Nevin-Klaff gang.

The papers have it wrong, Shiv would constantly tell herself as she read article after article in nearly every Tribune, Press, News, Gazette, and Journal from Texas to Minnesota containing the words Nevin and Klaff. They only see us as breaking the law. They don’t care that it’s a stupid law, and they certainly don’t try and see the benefits small farms across the country are reaping because of it. Shiv knew the papers didn’t care, that law enforcement didn’t care, and that no glory would ever be sent their way, but she knew that because of her, her brothers, and her cousins, farmers that would have otherwise lost their land to banks are now developing nest eggs, and that was all that mattered to her.

“I wonder how Ma and Pop are doing,” Eddy sighed as his eyes trailed the paper over his sister’s shoulder. She knew he was trying to read, and after what she’d been teaching him, she assumed he could come to the same conclusion she had—they were going to be on the move for quite some time.

“Sometimes I have dreams of Mom and Pa swinging out on the porch swing with Auntie Johanna and Uncle Owen, not having to worry about a damned thing anymore, but then I remember they’re probably worrying about us,” Walt sighed as he scooped some eggs up on his fork and shoveled them into his mouth. “It makes me want to see them again.”

“Y’all know we can’t ever go home,” Shiv commented sharply as her eyes darted between the two younger members of the group. Edmund was only a year younger than her, but only growing up on the farm and not having any friends outside of their cousins made him seem much younger than his biological age, and even thought Walter was only three years younger than Shiv, he shared a similar outlook as Eddy. “I don’t mean to sound harsh, but you knew this was a possibility when you signed up,” she said in a softer and more gentle tone after seeing how her brother’s face fell at her harsh words.

“They’re still kids, Shiv,” George whispered into his cousin’s ear only to have her turn her head to face him. Her pale eyes shone up at him as her dark hair fell around the soft, pale skin of her face. Everything about her was binary; her features were sharp yet gentle, she was dangerous but offered safety and comfort, and the one he struggled most with: the wisdom that aged her stood in stark contrast to her youth. Too many times both George and Art forgot that the brains leading them across the country and into safety while still calculating ways to help others was barely older than the two members he still considered kids.

“So, what do we do?” Art asked as he looked at his sister for guidance. Shiv laid the paper down in her lap and looked nervously over her accomplices’ shoulders before lowering her voice to a whisper.

“Local cops are looking for us in the towns we hit on the way up here. We stuck to smaller cities and already returned the profit to the farms. We have enough cash to keep us tied over for a bit, but we have to be careful. No blowing cash, starting fights, or trying to find a quick score or fast job, got it?” she asked as she met each of her family members’ eyes. “Don’t draw attention to yourself by any other groups hanging around here. Most of the country’s attention is on Capone, so there’s still a way we can slide by unnoticed.”

“We can’t stay here forever, Shiv,” Art said softly as he stretched his back and looked out over the café.

“We just have to stay long enough for me to pull off one last scheme.” A devious smirk tugged at her lips as she plotted what was sure to be a one-way ticket to safety for her and her family. Shiv thought through everything: how to gain protection and ensure safety, how to pass through dangerous territory without feeling the threat of danger, how to not only survive, but thrive. She knew her plan inside and out, but there was one obstacle that stood in her way, one uncertainty she figured she could face and be done with, one man who was known by outsiders solely as The Gun.

Next Chapter 

[riddlemethiswilliam]

Hook me up with some TØP RP

Or some MGK RP, pleaseeee. We can do bands + OC's. Like this post if you're into band RP/AU's and you're down to start a plot!

[justanotherwhitemanswhore]

Here’s a lil something for Rook since there’s hardly anything on here for him:)

[randomaumemes]

AU Meme: Dating Machine Gun Kelly Part 2

Part 1 here 

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