#imagine how terrifying it would be on the receiving end of those stares

[halloweennymph]

Full Moon

werewolf x f! reader

summary: after a failed halloween party, you decide to go home, not even thinking that you would end up having a passionate encounter with a beast.

warnings: oral (f! receiving), loss of virginity, dub-con, knotting, breeding, mentions of kidnapping.

a/n: i haven’t written in months so it’s probably not my best work, but i hope that some of you enjoy it!! <3

You tried. You really tried going to that stupid halloween party that your friends had been begging you to attend with them, promising that it would be cool and fun. But it wasn’t like that, an hour later they just disappeared, probably just to fuck with their boyfriends in a random room or bathroom, leaving you by yourself surrounded by strangers in a house that already smelled like alcohol and puke.

That’s how you ended up walking alone in the middle of the night, wearing a ridiculous angel costume that barely covers your body, planning on getting back home as soon as possible and spend the night in cozy pajamas and watching horror movies.

The street is almost empty, just some kids trick or treating are still outside, but you don’t really pay attention to anything until you hear something strange, some footsteps creeping closer to you.

At first you can’t see anything, it’s too dark, but then you see him. A werewolf, hiding behind a tree, staring at you with big yellow eyes as if he is about to catch another prey to eat.

A very realistic costume, that’s what you think, maybe just a random dude trying to mess with you… right?

“Nice costume!” you smile to him from the distance, not wanting to be rude, and then continue to your way home. A couple more blocks and you’ll be there, ready to relax after that disgusting place and the so called party.

If it weren’t for the full moon, you’d be completely terrified to be on your own, but with the way it dimly illuminates your path it’s almost soothing.

Once you finally get home, you take off your shoes and go straight to your room to take off the rest of your cheap costume. But once you strip down to just your panties, you hear those strange noises again.

…maybe this time it’s some wild animal or kids messing around?

You turn around to look through your window and there he is, that werewolf staring at you once more, as if he hadn’t had enough with that first time. But instead of feeling pissed off, you feel fear, and a deep instinct to run and hide.

“Go away” it’s all you can say, and of course that he won’t follow you orders, he already decided that you will be his, one way or another.

Before you can even think or react, the werewolf breaks the window and comes inside your room, inspecting the place carefully and stepping on the broken glass without feeling a single thing. That’s it. You think it’s over and imagine the worst escenario possible, but when he comes closer to you he just stares down at your fragile and terrified frame.

“I won’t hurt you” he says. “I just think that you’d be the perfect mate for me, don’t you think, little one?”

Having him just a few inches inches from you, you can see his sharp teeth, his wet nose and shiny fur, and you can also perceive his strong smell, animalistic, and… intoxicating. That’s when you realize that it’s not just a dude in a costume, it’s a real werewolf.

“I- I don’t know” you reply with a trembling voice.

He takes a step closer and leans in, just enough to smell your hair, your neck, and your shoulders. So so sweet. You wouldn’t believe it if he told you that he smelled you from miles away, causing some kind of urge on him, so intense that he had to track down the pretty thing that smelled just like innocence.

“You’re a pure one” he growls, with his muzzle buried on your neck. “We don’t find things like you very often”.

You don’t really know what he’s implying by pure, maybe the fact that you’re still a virgin, but oh, all of the sudden your thoughts and fears vanish from your mind when he starts licking your neck.

Each drag of his tongue feels like nothing you’ve had before, and so you dare to touch him, a real one, like you always read about in those romance novels. You caress his fur, thick and soft, and then slightly pull on those pointy ears, completely amazed to be able to run your hands through such a dangerous beast.

Without wasting any time, he wraps his paws around your waist and guides you to the bed, pushing you softly into the softness of your silk sheets.

Now having you completely at his disposal, he takes just a few seconds to admire your fragile body. He always dreamed of having a little human all to himself, but he never thought he’d find someone so pretty, so perfect.

Caging you beneath him, his muzzle slowly travels down to your cleavage and your tits, licking your hard nipples for a bit before continuing his way down, dragging his wet nose from your ribs to your belly, and finally, your clothed pussy.

He effortlessly rips off your lace panties with his fangs and his tongue immediately finds its place between your folds, tasting your sweet arousal. And that’s more than enough to drive him crazy.

He devours your pretty pussy like he hasn’t eaten in months, moving his slimey tongue from your little hole to your clit, making you mewl in pleasure and buck your hips against his face in an attempt to receive more.

He wraps his strong arms around your thighs, slightly digging his claws into your skin, just to keep you from moving while he licks your clit as fast as he can.

“I’m gonna cum” you moan, mindlessly tugging at his dark fur, already feeling that familiar pit in your lower belly about to explode.

A few seconds more and you come undone, riding the waves of pleasure on his mouth. And even though you’re starting to get overstimulated, he keeps your trembling legs apart, drinking all the sweet juices that leak out of you.

Oh, you have no idea how much he’s going to enjoy tearing open that unused little pussy of yours.

In your mind, clouded by pleasure, you think that maybe he will go away now, but when he get his muzzle out of between your legs and starts manhandling your body onto a new position, you know that it’s not over. He wants more than that.

Putting on all fours, he pushes your head to the mattress and lifts your hips, so roughly that he unintentionally scratches your skin with his long claws.

“This might hurt you a little bit” the werewolf speaks, using the tip of his red cock to smear his precum all over your entrance. “But you’re gonna take it like a good girl, won’t you?”

You’re scared, with your heart racing like crazy, but deep down you crave it. You crave to be fucked hard, and right now you don’t even care that he’s a beast that could easily tear you in half.

“Y-yes” you mewl, arching your back even more. “I’ll be a good girl.”

That’s all he needed to hear. Slowly, he starts pushing it inside, letting out a soft hiss at the sensation of your little hole stretching around him, so warm and tight, accommodating to the big size of his cock.

It hurts and stings, but you don’t want him to stop, so you just cry out in pain while grabbing your sheets, trying to tough it out like the good girl that you promised to be.

Once he is buried deep inside your pussy, he gives you a few seconds to adjust, spitting some drool right there to make it more slippery before thrusting. He starts slowly, but it’s not long until his animalistic urges take over and it turns rough and desperate.

You swear that you can feel him all the way up to your guts, forcing your walls to memorize each one of his ridges and veins. And before you know it, the pain has faded, leaving only the pleasurable stretch.

“It’s too much” you moan when he hits your sweet spot, mixing quite well with the bounce of his heavy balls against your clit.

“Go ahead and cum on my cock, pretty girl” he growls, grabbing your ass to slam into you even harder, already knowing that you’re close to another orgasm by the way you clench around him.

Loud squelching noises and your pathetic cries fill the room, it’s filthy, and you kinda feel like a slut for losing your virginity in such a dirty way. But do you care? not a single bit, specially not when you’re getting fucked by a literal werewolf.

You can’t take it any longer so you let your second orgasm overtake your body, whimpering and trembling under him, your greedy hole now spasming and sucking him in, begging to be bred.

You feel so good that just a few more thrusts and he is finally reaching his peak, letting out a deep grunt as he releases all of his hot cum inside you, filling your womb with his fertile seed.

He collapses on top of you, careful not to hurt you under his weight, only for a few minutes while you both catch your breath and enjoy the weird sensation of his inflated knot binding you together.

You have no idea of what you just did, but a dumb smile appears on your face, feeling safe under the mass of muscles and fur.

What you really don’t know, is that once his cock goes soft, he’s gonna pull out and carry your limp body in his arms, taking you with him to the deepest part of the woods. Why would he leave you there on your own again if you’ll probably have his pups after a few months?

Now you’re his, forever.

[astralnymphh]

Omg can I request Ellie and reader on halloween night exploring an abandoned house that’s known to be haunted. Ellie and reader are both huge fans of horror and ghosts, often exploring abandoned places and even using those apps that you can talk to ghosts with. So, you both go, but terrifying things begin to happen and you’re both freaking the fuck out equally. Bonus points if Ellie gets protective <3

ok so yeah i had to do a bit of a drabble for this one! nothing too extreme though, but i love this idea. instead of them using apps, because ellie is such a nerd, i think she would have the genuine gear for it. girl heard the words "ghost hunting" and decked out immediately in all the utilities. ellie image @/angel-gbc

“Can you tell us your name?”

This house is a chamber of disembodied sounds. Ellie discovered it on her usual walk from work, dead and moth-eaten as ever, and all she wanted to do was explore it through and through. She loves horror, and you follow her on that sentiment. The Victorian face of the house has remained gently intact—a debris-ridden ghost of its preceding self—save for a few holes, shattered windows, spots of soot from fire, and the eternal state of squalor. Eternal life of loneliness, unwantedness. Quite a big, blotchy stain on a lovely modern neighborhood full of copy and paste houses, huh?

Wrong!

Gentry used to live there, and now the gentry want it torn up. Like a sketch you feel disgust looking at.

But you admit this plainly. Watching your nerdy girlfriend psych herself to come here with every gimmick and gadget pushing on the seams of her backpack really is cute. Noticing her lip curl when there's even a second of static feedback on the spirit box, really is the cherry on top of a long weekend; you regret nothing.

For now.

She is kneeling, you are crouching. “You can use the—um, spirit box,” Ellie swallows her throat clear, adjusting the placement of the equipment. ”To talk to us.” Ridiculous excursion or not, you both felt a bit on edge. Hairs raise in anticipation.

Your pores felt susceptible. Open to the change in the air, responsive to the uncomfortable sounds of clothes and limbs shifting. Maybe your mind had made up an individual now: a pompous and rich woman. Tight in the waist from the boning of a corset, and rather busty because of it. She is the woman of this household, you believe, and she circles you with broad shoulders and steel curiosity. Not too creative for a nineteenth-century ghost.

You could feel her stare crawling all over you. Or your imagination. Shivers run up your spine regardless.

“Hey, maybe we should ask what happened to her,” you bleat, not conscious of how disomforted you look palming the back of your neck, or your words. The air has gone cold.

Ellie scales a brow at you. “Her? Shit, have you gone psychic now?” Her questioning tone drips of mock and shock, somehow simultaneously. But one widens her expression when static crackles inside the receiver, and lets a low sound through. She props up on her knees. “Could you tell us what happened to you?”

The feedback ends.

Ellie huffs a sigh of disappointment, lowering herself again. So much for going psychic. “Good job, though. Seem to 've said somethin' right,” she reveres you softly, pricking a knee up to set her fist on. Her leather jacket shines low with your flashlight.

The event left you paranoid, but all you can do is wonder if she feels the same, but stomachs a facade over it. God, does she think she needs to impress you?

Apparently so. Behind the silence, came a violent clatter of wood, or a door, none can be sure. You were the first instantiation; something between a shirek and a gasp calls your hand to cocoon at your chest, and you scatter aimlessly onto your bottom. It felt like an injection of fear. It made your blood drain. Made your breath run thick.

Fucking ghosts.

Ellie repined in a yelling whisper. “Jesus!” Her silhouette much more composed and still upright, but with a hand on her heart. Faint sounds of her scooting over, however, spurn your sight from the suspected room of activity, her acorn-brown brows pulled to a worried low. “You good?”

The gentleness of the question soothes. “Sure.” Somewhat.

Her lips quirk, and she hesitates a laugh. “Ha—yeah. No clue what the fuck that was,” she rasps as she slides up next to you, the warmth of her hand eroding the stifle in your back. She encourages you to ease into it with rubbing motions. “Way scarier than horror movies make it out to be, huh?”

You over-ease, “Definitely,” the word falling out so heavy. The charm of her actions make you forget this place even surrounds you. Material disappears. “God, my heart is racing.” You lean into your knees.

Ellie noses at your neck, tip smushing. “I got you.”

She does. You cannot see her from your cocooned vantage, but you can feel her breath, and sweet lips forming into kisses. The little noises created let you imagine instead: she is probably donning a dorky smile, and has wispy, brown, shut eyes. You picture her hand coming up to clasp your shoulder, right when it actually does.

“Good thing we aren't in an actual horror movie, though,” Ellie presses the joke into your humid neck, slowly creeping behind your ear. “That would suck.”

You bring your forehead up, smiling tauntingly. “You would probably die first since you're so distracted.”

Her mouth clicks. “Shut up.” But resumes the delicate act of pinching at your skin without shame. That, for her, is the reason the other-worldly, torturing atmosphere around you turns to something of a soothing bliss. Funnily enough, it happens during said movies. Distractions on your neck and a greedy girl hungry to eat them whole and proudly.

Though, when she finally comes to her senses, she plays knight in converse and band-shirt armor and scopes the area of interest. Nothing was there except an old broom and a rat nest. Made for a whole lot of embarrassment later on in bed, that is for damn sure. Little comments of “I'm such an idiot,” rolling off your tongue while Ellie complimented you on your sudden intuition; the house did indeed belong to a woman of affluent status. How sexy is intuition? Ellie would know.

But Ellie loves being your ghost-hunting bodyguard—and nerd—either way. Something inherent inside her says she might be made for it.

a/n: wrote this in one go so i hope it suffices enough! click here for my autumntime masterlist!

[luvjunie]

— headcanons. what life is like for miles!42

a/n: i honestly didn’t mean for these to get so angsty oopsies!! i kept adding on so they’re also very lengthy wc: 1,751

contains: mentions of grief

Everyone thinks he’s rude and impossible to approach—but that’s a common misconception. In reality, he’s actually quite shy and simply prefers to keep to himself. His quiet nature often causes him to come off ill-mannered, which is completely unintentional on his end and partially the fault of those who assume what he’s like instead of actually getting to know him.

He used to be open to making friends and spending time with peers, but after everyone found out his dad died— which was impossible to prevent considering the man who used to drive him to school now had a giant mural made in his honor— he began receiving a ridiculous amount of pitied stares in the halls, began hearing hushed whispers about how hard things must be for him at home now. And even though they were, he hated that he was being treated differently by those he once kept close to him, like a charity case. As if he were fragile and would break— like he often did when he was alone.

His old friends were supposed to be his distraction, something to take his mind off how he now had to grow up faster than he’d liked. Something to remind him that his trauma hadn’t aged him as much as he feared; that he truly was still a kid at heart. But instead, they served as a constant reminder of the worst thing he’d ever had to live through— skated around him like he’d blow up the second they said the wrong thing; responded with heartfelt condolences instead of laughing with him whenever he’d tell a funny story about his dad. So eventually, he drifted away from them and began keeping to himself all together.

Don’t put him in a box because of his prowler side hustle, this boy is smart as hell!! Especially with one parent now being gone and his mom struggling to pay the bills? He takes his academics very seriously, he has no choice. He has to get it out the mud somehow and he doesn’t have the privilege of skipping classes as much as 1610-miles does. He’s working two years above his grade level in AP Calculus and AP physics, and has been accused of cheating on his tests a couple times due to how fast he completes them, as well as the fact that he has never once asked a question from the seat he chose in the back of the room.

It’s not something anyone would expect, but he enjoys baking a lot and he’s damn good at it too. When he was younger, he’d spent one summer with his Mamá Lena (Rio’s mother), who had him in the kitchen helping her cook and bake almost everyday and it just stuck. It’s a secret talent of his that never really comes up in conversation, and that you wouldn’t know about unless you’ve seen him doing it. His banana bread muffins using a recipe he took months to perfect taste like the gods themselves made them, and he’ll slip one into his mom’s work lunch whenever he makes them because he knows they’re her favorite.

He’s a lover boy at heart, if you were to look into his playlist, the songs you’d find in there probably wouldn’t be what you’d expect. Listens to bobby bland, which was heavily influenced by his uncle, old school rap, and he really likes love songs from the 90s because they make him feel calm, and allow him to imagine what his life would be like if he could have something like what they’re singing about. He’s terrified he’ll never be able to experience that due to his inability to open up to others. And often, he doesn’t even try to express the emotions that are tough to swallow, a firm believer in the saying that ‘once you’re down, it’s hard to get back up.’

Keeps his room pretty clean. It’s probably the one and only thing he has control over in his life, a constant for him. His room is his safe-haven so he treats it as such. It’s basically the same as 1610’s, just with a more matured look, a lot less color and less expression. He unfortunately lost that spark for a lot of his interests, so you won’t see more than a small punching bag, some boxing gloves hanging from the doorknob and few stragglers in the form of posters he didn’t feel like taking down.

He doesn’t like to argue, at all. He hates fighting with anyone he loves and he’s very quick to forgive them or squash the disagreement all together now that his dad is no longer here. When Jeff died, they were still on rocky terms from their previous dispute and even while years have passed, Miles still has yet to forgive himself for that. So now, he usually lets bygones be bygones, and never lets a conversation end on a bad note.

Continued growing his hair out once he realized it was a way for him to bond and spend more time with his mom. Within the little availability they do have, between her working doubles at the hospital, him being pulled in every direction now that he’s the ‘man of the house’—uncle Aaron’s words— and having to do things he’s not proud of to assist her while still going to school during the day, they make the time. Miles only gets it braided by her, and he enjoys the talks they have when he’s sat on the floor between her legs with his back to her. And when she’s done, regardless of how ridiculously embarrassing it is, and how he’s now over a head taller than her, he always lets her pinch his cheeks and call him her ‘handsome little man’. He hasn’t looked at a pair of hair shears since.

On that note, he is very, very defensive when it comes to his mother. Miles is not the kind to go around beating people up just for kicks; mostly because he’s not that kind of person, but also because even if he wanted to— he can’t.

In preparation for stepping into the prowler role Uncle Aaron put Miles into boxing/m.m.a classes when he turned fourteen, and he took to the skill very quickly. So well, in fact, that his hands can now technically be considered deadly weapons in the eye of the law due to his extensive training— which means he could get slapped with a ridiculous assault charge that would have him doing some time in a juvenile correction facility over a simple fist fight. (if he’s not masked as the prowler obviously).

But, some kid in his history class thought it’d be funny to make a slick comment about how Mrs. Morales was ‘single’ and ‘up for grabs’ now that his dad had passed, and the situation ended with Miles suspended for a week after he’d basically thrown his desk over to get to the kid, his knuckles bruised, and a tirade of complaints from the boy’s mother about his now-rearranged nose. However, after hearing the disgusting comment he had made about Miles’ mom, she was kind enough to not press charges and forced her son to apologize to the both of them.

That woman is his saving grace, literally. She stepped up in ways he didn’t even know were possible after his dad died, barely taking time for herself to grieve because she wanted to make sure her little boy didn’t fall apart. He doesn’t let anyone disrespect her and that’s always made known by him. He’s a mama’s boy.

They kind of have a titfortat thing going on, him and his mom. Like how she always stops in to ask him how his day was, if school is going well or if he needs anything, even if the time isn’t ideal and she’s talking to a sleepy Miles at 1am in the morning who can barely keep his eyes open. Or how his uniform is always freshly ironed and laid out for him in the morning, regardless of how exhausted she is and how badly she wants to crawl into bed after her shift. Or how when he’s sick, she’ll drive all the way across town to one of the only fresh markets that sells yuca root and white yautia so she can make him sancocho (a traditional puerto rican dish). It’s the one thing she knows always makes him feel better.

And Miles does nice things for her, too. Like draping a blanket over her sleeping form when she dozes off on the couch in front of the TV. Or making sure her phone is plugged in, so her alarm goes off in the morning, because sometimes she knocks out before she can bring herself to do it. He even goes as far as to secretly slip some extra cash he’s made from a recent job into the ‘RENT’ jar she keeps on her dresser— dropping a hundred in every now and then when she’s not there to see him do it. She’s never once asked him for help, but the one time he took it upon himself to offer it, he was shot down in seconds, and was made to promise her that he wouldn’t worry about it ever again. Her exact words being “You’re too young to worry about something like this mijo, okay? You take all the money you make from your after school job, every single penny, and you save it. Mama’s got this.”

But sometimes, she doesn’t. And Miles knows that she wants to be strong for him. For them. But it takes two, he knows that as well, so he helps out anyway.

And with prayers that they’re not short— Rio counts everything in the rent jar towards the end of the month, and a string of celebratory whoops and hollers will always sound from her room when she realizes they surprisingly have some extra cash that’ll allow her to take some days off and relax for once, and maybe even do something fun together. He’ll listen from his room with a knowing smile, more than happy to let his contributions remain undisclosed to affirm her efforts of providing for them the best she can. With her energy so depleted from how demanding her job is, she’s never suspected it was him discreetly assisting, and chalked it up to her forgetting how much she’d mindlessly dropped in there after each paycheck.

[icarusredwings]

The Library. Pt 1.

The TARDIS disobeys her owner... again. Shocker. This time, though.. she takes him and Donna somewhere they REALLY don't want to be. Dinner can wait. There's someone here that needs him more.

A 14/River (RetiredSong) fic following my Retired Time Lords series. Oh and Donnas forced to be here too..

Standing at the front entrance, the doctor felt his hearts shaking in his chest, pounding so hard that it felt as if they were beating against his ribcage. Everything within him was telling him to run away. To go home. Run. For gods sake run. But he couldn't. His knees were too much like jello. All he could do was stare, frozen in place as multiple people walked around them, heading to read whatever book they could imagine.

Swallowing, he looked at the floor, eyes searching the tile for any sign or clues that might jump out of him. Turning his head, he saw that they each only had one individual shadow, licking his lips as he glanced up at Donna, who was crossing her arms (like always).

"Wot?"

"You're counting.."

"How do you know?"

"Well it's either that or you're intrested in the new shoes I got."

Donna's doctor snorted, shaking his head. He's been caught.

"They're nice. I'll give you that.."

"So-"

"Ssoo..... what?"

"This is the library."

He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets as he rocked on his heels like a child about to admit something to their parents and was extremly nervous about it. "Yu-puh."

"Like.. The Library"

"Uh-huh..."

"....Riv-"

"Nmhm..Don't."

"Okay.... Doctor?"

"Yeah?" Having not paying attention, it was like his attention snapped back to reality, thinking far too hard about something else.

"Why did the TARDIS bring us here?"

"I don't know.. shes funny like that I guess.."

Donna scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Funny??"

"Ereuugh. Yeh..." He shrugs, his voice becoming higher and softer in the end.

"... did you get a note on your paper?"

"No.. not this time. I just... I think she.."

Despite the lack of words, the way his wide eyes stared at the entrance, longing, waiting for someone to come through those doors that he knew oh so well..? Donna knew why they were here.

"Are you... okay?"

"Me? Oh yeah- Im okay. Thats me. Always okay."

"Time lord okay or human okay?"

"Mmmh.... the first one."

"....right. Sooo you're panicking."

"Yea..."

"Well... Brianna did say that you should face your fears more often and stop running from them...? Maybe the TARDIS is helping you."

The look that Donna received could kill a man on sight. Luckily, she wasn't a man. She only raised a brow at him, and instantly, his attitude changed, shaking his head and sighing. Putting his hands up, he turned around, trying to push the TARDIS doors open, but they were locked.

"Hey! Excuse me. I kinda live here."

"Not anymore." Donna muttered.

"Well, I have the keys still, so that means Im still allowed in. Hello??" By now, he became almost desperate, beginning to rub the side of the big blue box, whispering. "Ooh, come on old girl, you used to be such a sweet thing... don't do this to me.. please... Are you cross with me?"

Honestly, she should be used to this by now, but the redhead coughed a bit. "Should I leave you two alone?"

"Don't litsen to her. She's a mad woman. What if I leave her here hm? Would you like that?" He asked the box, patting it with a smirk.

Earning himself a slap in the arm, he was quick to flinch and chuckle as he rubbed the spot, pouting. "Ooww!"

"Oh shut it! Now you figure out why we're here! And quick! This place gives me the heebie jeebies.." she mumbled, hugging herself tight. She still had nightmares of this place. Of the children she lost but never actually had... quick milisecind thoughts of Lee. A man who wasn't even real. (As far as she knew)

"Hey, I don't know what her deal is either! You saw me tell her to go to Waksacarnus and she brought us here!"

"Oh great. Yeah, the time machine took us to the most terrifying library in the universe instead of the intersteller grocery store... how ironic.. Were you thinking of this place?"

Just then, The Doctor went silent, looking at her with eyes as if she had figured it out before him and now he was a wee jealous and embarrassed. "Nope! Not at all, definitely not!"

"What were you thinking about then!?"

"Blood beets!"

"You were thinking about blood beets? And magically YOUR telepathic ship brought us to the death library?"

"Well it's not anymore..." He looked around as if to be sure, seeing people smiling and carrying books to read. "Just seems like a normal library now..."

"Except this library has something no other library has..."

Cocking a fluffy brow he glanced at her, putting his arms up. "Well, no, duh, this is THE library! It has every copy of every book ever written!"

She gave him another look. Silent and staring with a glint of pitty in her eyes, pursing her lips and let her arms fall to her sides.

"... oh... Donna i-.. It's been so long I don't- w-What would I even say?"

"Everything."

"I.. i-cant I..." he looked at his hand, swallowing. "Donna I'm.."

He was married now. Well- he was always married. But he REmarried. He had left her here all alone and went off to be REmarried. His chest hurt just thinking about is actions, regretting them horribly, but the idea of stepping into this library? That was a worse feeling. One that made him want to call his other self to come pick him up and scold his own TARDIS for disobeying him for the millionth time. If he couldn't even trust his own TARDIS... who could he trust? And she knew. OH she knew how deeply this hurt him. The thought alone of his beloved box betraying him made him want to have a nervous break down right here, right now, infront of everyone.

"Yeah. To her. And about 7 others. So get along. You'd probably marry that thing too if you could."

"Huh?" He asked, still staring at the ground when asked, now looking up to her, baffled.

It was now Donna realized just how much this was fucking with him. Note to self. At the Library? Phycologically? The Doctor was screwed. He would have picked up on this tease any other day, and yet? Not a word. Just those eyes that said, "Im terrified because I can't save us." The eyes that she knew all too well. The eyes that he's also given her so many times before. And yet? Every time he succeeded in saving them. (More or less)

She decided it was time for plan B. This always worked on his younger self, maybe it still would.

"Alright. Guess you're just a featherless chicken then." She muttered, making an effort to check her nails and not look at those puppy eyes or else her persona would break.

"Wot? Feather.. less?" He made a whining noise as he suddenly realized that once again, without his fancy toys, he was useless. "Ooh... This is just like that maze all over again!"

"Which one?"

"Donna!!"

"Right. Sorry... erm...." Okay, that backfired.

"Should I call er... the other you?"

For a split second, he was about to say yes, before realizing that meant he would probably want to see River too and knowing him and her, they'd hit it off a little too well. He grunted, pouting almost, coming to the realization that he had to go see her. It's all he wanted right now.

"No."

But it felt so... wrong? Going to the love of your (multiple) lives and reconnecting with them after you told your husband just 10 minutes ago that you'd be back in time to watch The Great British Bake Off with him when you were supposed to be infact going to the store just to pick up some stuff for dinner felt so wrong.

"Yes??"

And yet.. his eyes kept shifting to the entrance, the bones in his body wanting to rush down to the basement and see if there was any smidge chance that he could at least talk to her.

"Ugh! I don't know!? What do I do?! Donna!" He whined again, his hands going to his hair and then rubbing his face, beginning to pace the way he usually did before having an inconvenient criss.

"You got yourself into this mess." She giggled. "Stop being such a 'pretty boy' and you wouldn't have to worry about everyone wanting to marry you."

"You think im pretty?" He pulled his hands away from his face, looking at her with excitment. He liked compliments. They fed his ego.

"Far from it, mate."

"Ooh!" He grunted again, grumbling some things."

"Come on, it's not that big of a deal. She's just a computer. I doubt he'll get mad about that."

This, for some reason, upset him greatly. She wasn't JUST a computer. She was IN a computer. There's a difference.

"Tch. Like you're one to talk. What's shaun going to think when you tell him you've visited the same place you met Lee, Hm? I doubt he'll get mad about that." This ending tone was mocking.

"Oi!! Just because your marriage is rocky doesn't mean that mine is!"

"So you're going to tell him?"

Her eyes softened as she thought of how she'd even begin to explain it. So many adventures with the Doctor where 'you had to be there to understand' moments and reciting them to others felt like a fairy tale..

"I... Yes! I-i am! And for your information, YOUR TARDIS brought us here to see YOUR wife. I had nothing to do with this! Besides!...He wasn't even in the system.. remember? Just a guy that I.. i dont know.. dreamed up?"

The tension between them was slit, cut, and a chunk removed. His head lowered, his eyes softened, and his brows looked the way a child might if admitting a mistake to a parent.

"Im sorry.."

"Yeah yeah.." She waved it off, taking a breath.

"No.. Donna." He takes her hand, pulling her close as he kisses it. His signature 'i really fucked up' apology. "I really am sorry... I just.."

"I know.."

"You don't. You really.. really don't. I promise that you don't." He mumbled. "I dont think there's anything in the universe I could do to make up for how much I've hurt you. I made a promise to make up for it.. and here I am. Doing it again. For what?"

She shook her head, putting it on his shoulder, resting into the hug. "..you're hurt too."

Pulling her away, he held her face and looked her in the eyes. "That doesn't give me an excuse to hurt you back. Never. I promised Shaun I'd look after you. I told him im the one that needs looking after, and he said I know. We have to look after each other, alright? So don't let me do that. That's... That's not who I am anymore. That's not who I want to be." He whispered to her as she nodded.

"Excuse me?"

The two jumped, separating and became defensive only to realize it was just a worker. At least thats what you could assume by the girls big glasses and the fact that it said "Librarian" on her shirt.

"Sir, you and your wife have to move that.. what is that?"

"Oh were not-"

"Pfft! Not a million years!"

"Yeh.. what she said. Anywho. That's a Police box. Otherwise known as my TARDIS. And unfortunately I can't move her. She's being stubborn!" He said this part extra loud, turning to glare at the box who did absolutely nothing.

"Sir, its blocking traffic and by Library saftey policy no large objects are allowed to block the path."

"Right... well.. as I just said, I can't. It's not like I want to be here in the first place.."

"Say doc... do you still have HADS on?"

His eyes brightened as he looked to the redhead with borderline mania. "Oh!! Yes! Donna you're a genuis!"

"Damn right.... wait.. why?"

Again, she spoke up. "Sir, this is your final warning. Please move your vehicle from out of the walkway. It's a safety hazard!"

"Oh wait- If HADS is on.. and shes not leaving.. that means she doesn't sense any threats. Still though you'd think from the last time she wouldn't want to come back.."

"But you had the HADS off back then."

The shorter Liberian blinked, cupping her hands together as she litsened, kind of annoyed that they were ignoring her. Bringing out a digital pad, she clicked a few buttons, and suddenly, with a bright light, some clicky sounds, and a WOOSH, the TARDIS was sent up to the moon, saved into the Libraries file.

"OI!! You can't just take that!! She's sensitive!"

"Bring her back right now! You dont want to upset him, I promise you that, let alone me!"

"Until you can move your vehicle, it's been safely removed and downloaded to the library. See the front desk to retrieve it. Have a good visit!" Handing him a ticket, she walked away.

"Oh I outta!-" The Doctor grabbed her shoulder.

"Donna.."

"That miffy little elf thing has it coming!"

"Donna...."

"Wha-" Turning, her jaw dropped just as his, staring at the beautiful white goddess infront of them.

"Is that-!?"

"River.."

[royaipercabeth]

"Honestly? Can we just go home?"

PJO one shot. In which Sally tries to cheer her veteran-of-two-wars son up with a day to be "normal" and as things tend to for the Jackson household, it goes terribly wrong. But happy ending!

Written from Sally's perspective because I, a grown adult, am terrified and fascinated by the fact that she knows her son is constantly in all these dangers and there's nothing she can do about it. Also because Sally Jackson is amazing.

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Sally Jackson just wanted a relaxing day with her family. A casual day off, spent together, after they had lost so much time in the last few years. Instead, she got a front row seat to exactly how much weight the gods kept putting on her child.

They'd decided to come down the the pier, where she knew the salt air would lift her son Percy's spirits. He had been subdued since he'd come back from... wherever he was for the last several months. He hadn't shared everything, and the haunted look in his eyes told her she didn't want to know.

She figured he hadn't been able to be much of a teenager while he was away. So she'd talked to her husband, Paul. They were going to have a normal, healthy day out to remind him that he could be a normal, healthy teenager. Maybe chase away some of that darkness that hung around in his eyes.

It seemed to be working. Today he almost seemed like a typical kid, unburdened by anything greater than a report card or standardized testing. He was to her left, verbally jousting with her husband, who was to her right. He was relaxed--holding on to the handrail and leaning back, his hair swept into a deplorable mess by restless fingers and the ocean breeze, his blue T shirt loose and comfortable. His camp necklace was still around his neck--for once he hadn't taken it off when summer had ended. On his arm she saw the brand he'd come back with. She'd been tempted to get mad at him when she'd first seen it. He wasn't old enough for tattoos, demigod or not. But he'd explained that it wasn't exactly his choice, it was just how things were done in the place where he'd received it. Then she had gotten mad, but not at him.

As it was, no one except her seemed to notice. The Mist consistently obscured it. Even Paul sometimes had trouble remembering it was there.

Percy snorted a laugh behind her. "Wait so you're telling me the pigs run the place?" He said, with mock incredulousness, craning his neck to watch Paul's reaction.

Paul gave a humouring sigh. "Yes, and it's a representation--"

"--For how politicians should eat our food scraps?" Percy interrupted, with a mischievous grin. He watched Paul stifle a laugh. Misinterpreting literature had become his favorite way to rag on his stepfather. Paul liked playing along.

Percy drew forward, now leaning on the rail instead of away from it. His green eyes twinkled with humour. "Mom, can you imagine? All that food waste reduced by--"

But he looked over her shoulder, and the joke died. His smile faded, his brows sank, his jaw and shoulders squared. He shoved a hand in his pocket, where she knew he kept his magic pen/sword. In an instant, he had transformed from happy go lucky teen to war-worn demigod.

"Percy--?" She said.

He didn't look at her, instead staring at something at the end of the pier. She followed his line of sight. There, on the end of the pier, stood a tall man in a leather duster and red wraparound shades, with--were those flames?--sticking out from where the eyes should have been. He looked rather out of place against everyone else's T shirt and jeans, but no one seemed to even notice. Seeing him, she felt like she needed to punch something, but Paul interrupted that thought.

"Is something wrong," Paul murmured at her side, trying to assess the sudden tone shift. He couldn't see through the Mist like her and Percy, but he could see them, and they'd both just frozen in place. Sally looked sidelong at Percy. His face, his stance, was all a mix of apprehension and anger.

She looked back at the man in leather and answered her husband.

"I don't know. There's someone over there. He looks human but powerful. I don't know who he is."

The man seemed to be waiting for Percy to begin the conversation. Percy drew his sword and stepped out into the middle of the pier, away from Sally and Paul. He also waited, forcing the other man to start the conversation.

The man snapped his fingers, and the crowd on the pier moved away as though bewitched. Percy didn't move, so neither did Sally. She caught Paul on the chest and kept him there too, though his eyes flicked nervously between the man, Percy and her. She wasn't sure what he saw, but it probably wasn't good.

The last few mortals trickled off the pier and the man finally spoke.

"Perseus Jackson," he said, spitting the name out like it was a bunch of bad grapes. "Son of the sea god. My least favorite mortal. You are certainly making a name for yourself."

"What do you want?" Percy demanded, and Sally was startled to hear such command in his voice.

"Oh it's not what I want, kid. It's what Olympus wants."

Percy raised his eyebrows briefly. "Oh, so you can suddenly see past the end of your nose?"

Sally swallowed her laugh. She wasn't 100% sure who this guy was, but he was definitely immortal. She could sense his aura of power. Yet even at him, Percy was mouthing off. Maybe he wasn't as worn down as she'd thought. Then again, maybe he was using wit to hide his real feelings. She didn't have time to wonder, because the flames around the man's glasses flared up brightly and he stepped forward.

"If it were up to me, Jackson, you'd be dead. You are my least favorite demigod."

"Well, good, because the feeling's mutual."

"You want a fight, kid?"

Percy tightened his grip on his sword. Sally realized that the water around them was slowly rising. It was nearly level with the pier.

"I beat you once, Ares. I can do it again."

She stared at Percy, mouth open. Partly because he was goading the god of war into a fight, partly because he'd apparently done this before, and partly because for the first time in her experience of seeing through the Mist, she saw Percy's aura of power, radiating off of him like the tide. This was her son.

The water was above the railings now. It did not spill over. It simply rose silently, fencing in the confrontation. Towards the shore, it tapered off, but behind the god at the end, it peaked. Ares glanced at the rising water, and for a second she thought he almost looked nervous.

"Nice show, kid. But we both know that in a death match, I'd win. So instead, I'll settle for a little manners. Isn't that your mother right there? Didn't she teach you better?"

Sally immediately registered the god's veiled threat. She swallowed. She hadn't stayed to get in the way. She just... didn't want to lose sight of Percy, so soon after getting him back.

Percy blinked once, then lowered his chin and the tip of his sword. "What does Olympus want?" He said, still demanding, but in a softer tone.

"Beats me."

Percy's head retracted slightly.

"But you've been summoned to the throne room. Tomorrow morning. Show up. Or don't, and I'll get the pleasure of dragging you there." Percy raised his sword again. The water was above their heads--ten, twelve feet high. "And because you've been an insolent punk, I'm not gonna help you with those two back there." The god pointed to behind Percy, and began to glow.

"Don't look!" Shouted Percy, and the water crashed down around them. Sally shut her eyes, and pushed Paul's head down so he didn't stare at whatever godly power might leak through the Mist.

When she opened her eyes, she made two realizations. First, that she and Paul were both dry, despite the wall of water. Second, that Percy was already in combat with two monsters that had appeared on the shore side of the pier. She only managed not to scream because she'd grown used to seeing beasts like this over the years of seeing through the Mist. These two must have been what Ares said he wasn't going to help with.

Paul caught her eye and raised both eyebrows, as if to say, 'what is going on?' She put a hand on his arm to reassure without drawing the monsters' attention. The last thing Percy needed was for her to make herself a target again.

Percy was holding off both monsters with his sword, backing his way towards the oceanside railing where Ares had just been. He thrust, parried, and rolled around their claws and maw so fast she could barely follow the movement. They had backed him against the railing when one of them grazed his abdomen.

Despite her intention, she squeaked in fear at seeing him injured.

The near monster turned and saw her and Paul, seemingly for the first time. It--he?--began to waddle over.

"No." She heard Percy growl as he clutched his stomach, and the sheer venom in his voice made the hair on her neck stand on end, despite that she was in no danger from him. It sounded so unlike him. The monster lumbered over, but all her instincts were trained on Percy as the dangerous one.

A fist of water rose from the side and snatched the monster, slamming him into the railing, and then flicking him over and into the sea beyond.

In that moment, which must have taken a lot of concentration, she saw the other monster lunge at Percy. He met it with his bare hands, and they tumbled over the railing. She heard a terrible splash as they broke the surface twenty feet below.

Paul and she stared at the end of the pier. Then they ran to the railing and looked over.

They could see nothing. No bubbles, no underwater movement. Not even a jellyfish.

She held her breath.

She knew he could breathe underwater. He'd told her that, even demonstrated anytime they visited a beach, though it usually lead to a warning from the lifeguard, if there was one.

But watching an eerily still ocean after seeing him go over, locked in combat with a monster.... It was one thing to see him show off his ability, and another to see him depend on it.

She backed away from the edge and sat down on one of the benches that filled the center of the pier's ocean end. Paul sat beside her.

"He'll be all right," he said, taking her hand. She knew it was as much for himself as for her. At least she had seen what had happened.

They sat there for over an hour, scanning the waves and shoreline every few minutes for any sign of Percy's return. The crowd trickled back onto the pier, and soon it was as though nothing had happened.

Please. Sally thought. Please come back. Please don't be swept off into another quest or godly errand.

She had seen this happen so many times. They started what was supposed to be a normal day, only for something to go drastically wrong, and Percy would be gone for weeks, sometimes months.

Not today. I just got him back. Not today.

Finally she could stand it no longer. She rummaged in her bag.

"What are you looking for?" Paul asked when her search became frantic.

"Matches! The matches I always keep in here!"

Paul winced. "Oh honey, I think you used them last night to light that candle. They're probably in our room."

She fixed Paul with a desperate, shattered look. She knew he was right. "No! Paul, I need fire. I need a way to make fire!"

He held up his hand in a placating gesture and reached behind him with the other. "Hang on. Hang on. Maybe I have something in my wallet."

He had one match.

She struck it against the bench and cupped her hands around it, protecting it from the sea wind. Carefully she held the flame against the blue-frosted cinnamon roll she'd been intending to surprise Percy with. It didn't want to light, but she insisted.

"Sally--"

The frosting caught the blaze and she picked it up, then rushed to the side and threw it as far out into the ocean as she could.

"POSEIDON!" She called out. The people milling to either side alternately ignored her, or looked at her like she was a crazy, raving lunatic. She did not care. "Bring Percy back!"

Paul came up to her side. She continued shouting to the waves. "Do not let him be swept off into another quest, or errand, or--he needs a break. Do you not see that? He is tired. Your son is tired. Bring. Him. Back."

She gripped the railing until her knuckles went white. Paul simply stood with her. The crowd gave them a wide berth.

They both kept scanning the shore and the waves, but no dark hair popped up. The wildlife had returned, and the crowd was aweing over the glimpse of some dolphins, but still no sign of Percy.

Finally Paul tugged on her arm. "C'mon, it's almost noon. Let's get something to eat. We can come back."

"No," she said.

He gave her a worried look. "Sally--" She knew he didn't want Percy to be gone any more than she did. He was just worried about her.

"I'm afraid if I leave, then Poseidon will think I'll take no for an answer," she said.

Paul pursed his lips. "Is this why you always keep matches?"

"Yes."

"When was the last time he answered you?"

She opened her mouth, then thought better of it. "A long time ago. But he will listen this time. He will."

Her husband shifted his weight. "All right, we'll stay til sundown. If nothing by then, we go home and... I-message Chiron? Don't you still have a drachma?" He met her eye as if to ask if that was a viable plan. She nodded. "I'll go get us some food," he said.

He came back with hotdogs and fries slathered with slimy cheese, and two Cokes. "They didn't have any blue," he joked. Sally felt tears prick the corners of her eyes but smiled anyway.

Seagulls begged for their food. The crowd came and went around them. They still got up every quarter of an hour or so to scan, and Paul walked along the beach in case Percy washed up out of sight. But they found nothing. As the sun grew lower and lower over the city behind them, so did their expectations.

Finally the pier was quiet. The sun hadn't set, but it was behind the buildings, and the sky was a glaring orange, like a highway safety cone. The shadows had grown long, making everything look ghostly in the warm light.

They saw two officers moving towards the pier to lock the gate at the shore end. One of them pointed out to where they were sitting, and his partner leaned back, clearly displeased that the pier was not vacant.

"They're going to lock up," said Paul. "That's our cue. We should go."

Sally blinked back her tears. She really thought--it was silly, but something had really made her think that if she sat here, Poseidon might listen.

Paul looked around, doing one more quick scan of the area. "Sally, I know you want to stay, but you have to face the likelihood--" He stopped, staring over the side. "There," he said, pointing down on the beach. "There! That's him, isn't it?"

Sally rushed to the side.

Down on the beach, a teenager with dark hair was wading in through the surf, with surprising ease. He held a glowing sword in his hand, and even more odd, he looked bone dry.

"Yes!" Sally exclaimed. She could cry. It was so good to see him. "PERCY!" She called to him.

Percy had been scanning the horizon, no doubt trying to figure out where he'd come ashore, but at hearing his name, his attention snapped to the pier. Sally waved frantically and rushed down the stairs to the beach, past the two officers who were trying to figure out where this kid had just come from.

Percy capped his sword and put it into his pocket, ascending the stairs as Sally descended. They met in the middle and she repressed the urge to smother him in a hug. His shirt was torn and he had a bruise on his left arm, but otherwise he looked the same as when he'd left them.

He winced at the orange sky behind her. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, shoulders stooped from exhaustion.

"Oh, Percy," she said, and put a hand on the back of his neck, which she could do easily even though he was a step below her. "I'm just glad to have you back."

"Yeah..." he looked away sheepishly. "I didn't realize those guys were amphibious. Last time I fought them--well nevermind. Tyson showed up and we sent them packing."

Tyson. That must have been Poseidon's way of answering.

"That's wonderful," Sally said, and she meant it.

"Ma'am." Behind them, the officers had detained Paul from the stairs, and were now motioning for Percy and her to come up, so they could lock the pier.

Together they climbed the stairs. Paul clapped Percy on the back as they walked towards the parking lot.

"I guess we won't have a beach day," said Sally as they walked.

"Yeah just my luck," muttered Percy.

"But there are still lots of lovely little shops open," proffered Sally. "We could look around, find someplace to eat--"

"Mom." Percy paused a few paces behind. "Honestly? Can we just go home?"

"Of course." She smiled at him, watching his expression as it flickered between happy and haunted and finally settled on exhausted. "I think we've got some frozen pizza. Or I can probably make blue pancakes."

Percy smiled, a mischievous grin that reached all the way to his eyes.

"Yeah. That'd be nice."

They were in the middle of a parking lot, but on impulse, she hugged him. Hopefully no drivers would turn them into a mother and son blue pancake. She felt the tension go out of him as she held him, and in a moment he embraced her back. With her face over his shoulder, she mouthed 'thank you' towards the sea.

[housewarningparty]

The first time Miranda mentions kids, it’s so off-hand, so absent that Jack’s surprised she still remembers it, years later.

It had been a long night. Both of them worn thin by the strain of the war effort: by the looming knowledge that whatever world-saving scheme Shepard has been working on is almost finished, that they’d soon be recalled to Earth for one last stand against the Reapers, that this night could easily end up being the last they’ll ever be able to share together. Technically, that’s been true of their entire relationship, but it had been getting progressively harder to ignore. An urgency had set in, by that point, that hadn’t quite dissipated until months after the end of the war.

Miranda had been lying on her stomach, datapad in hand, composing a reply to the latest message received from her sister, with Jack draped across her back. Jack’s clinginess, and Miranda’s indulgence, were strange, new, guilty things. It was embarrassing to be desperate, to want something so badly, so plainly, to let it be known. But there was so little left to lose, they allowed themselves the luxury of it, stretched their patience with each other, dared to ask for more.

“It’s still surreal,” Miranda had murmured and Jack, nearly dozing, might not have heard her at all if her body wasn’t so dialed in to Miranda’s. When Jack hummed curiously, Miranda had spoken up a little louder, still staring fixedly down at the datapad. “Oriana. Seeing her, talking to her, touching her.”

They’d talked, a few times, by that point. Another one of those facts of Jack and Miranda’s relationship that had been enabled, fast-tracked, by their life-or-death circumstances. The exchanges had been cordial, if awkward. Jack and Oriana had both been curious about each other, both unsure of what they would mean to each other if they lived long enough to share parts of their lives.

Jack had only known the very basics of their history: that Oriana, like Miranda, had been a genetically altered clone of Henry Lawson. That Miranda had kidnapped her sister and fled from Lawson, had ended up approaching Cerberus for protection. The sick irony of the whole thing isn’t lost on Jack, but she tries to push down the still-simmering rage it causes, to stay in the moment, to take the opportunity to learn more.

“How old was she?” Jack asks. Miranda breathes out through her nose, taps the side of the datapad with her thumb. “When you saw her last, I mean? Like, before.”

“Only a baby,” Miranda says, voice soft, far away. “About seven months. He’d been keeping her a secret. Probably so he could — well, let’s not.”

Jack can’t be sure what Miranda was going to say, the reasons she suspects her father had been hiding an infant clone from her, but she knows this: Miranda was not his first attempt at a perfect daughter. And she knows this: Miranda and Oriana have no surviving sisters.

The rage flicks in Jack’s chest again. She imagines Henry Lawson’s skull exploding into chunks like a ripe melon. Remembers the flare of the blast when she and Shepard had blown Pragia to hell. She chews her lip and waits for Miranda to continue.

“Anyway, I… found out. It was the first time I’d ever held a baby. I had only ever been around children my age or older, to challenge me, develop my social skills. I couldn’t believe how small she was.” There’s a tone in Miranda’s voice, hushed, like she’s sharing a secret that Jack will someday be able to recognize as reverence. “I knew we had to get away. It was the most terrifying thing I’d ever done.”

“Running?” Jack asks, when Miranda pauses.

“Yes, that. But also just taking care of her. I was so scared every time she cried and I couldn’t figure out why, so exhilarated when I was able to comfort her. When it came time to give her up I was… relieved, but also devastated. I wanted more time with her. I was convinced that, with practice, I could get it right. I could be really, really good at raising her. I wanted to be able to try.”

“What stopped you?”

“From trying?”

“Yeah.”

“I was sixteen. I had commitments, I knew that Cerberus would help me if I could be useful, but I couldn’t offer them much with an infant to take care of. Besides, they offered me a family for her - people who actually knew what to do, who could keep her safe, away from danger, give her a life where she’d never have to burn everything down and run. Or so I thought,” Miranda pauses again, smiling bitterly and Jack drops an absent kiss to her bare shoulder. “Besides, I thought I’d get another chance, someday.”

The memory has stuck with Jack all of these years because of that admission and the way Miranda had reacted.

The implication was obvious, but the past tense was troubling. The way Miranda stiffened immediately once the words fell from her lips was the most alarming thing of all.

“Hey,” Jack had tried to pitch her voice, low, comforting. “What do—”

But Miranda rolled her over before she could finish talking. Distantly, Jack registered the datapad clattering to the floor, but the insistent press of Miranda's body over Jack's, the soft bite of Miranda's nails against Jack's scalp as Miranda dragged her up into a kiss eclipsed the whole world.

[ave09]

confused and screwed

gk!harvey dent x wife!reader

note: takes place in 1x10, this is long overdue considering i didn’t know how to end it and i forgot what happens in the episode😭 i have two more harvey imagines coming today or tomorrow (one is a cute fluff and the other is based on 1x11 and i’m so sad about the finale next week!

you awoke to someone calling your name. “hello?? anyone there?? wake up sunshine!” 

you stirred, trying to focus on whoever was calling you, but receiving a harsh slap to your left cheek ended up doing the trick. 

jolting awake, you tried to figure out where you were. last you remembered, you were walking to your car, you felt a prick in your neck, and everything went black. 

now you were bound to a chair, heavy chains encircling your wrists. panic set in very quickly as you took in the situation. 

beside you, was your husband, harvey dent, wearing a straight jacket, it was a horrid sight. but what stood before you was much, much worse.

“hiya hon, you recognize me?”

you couldn’t believe it. “jane..?” 

“oh, so you do!?” 

you didn’t know her directly, but you knew of her and how harvey had been the one to put her in arkham asylum. “vaguely…” you replied slowly, glancing over at your husband with worried eyes.

beside jane stood a young girl, one who you recognized from the media, duela doe, one of the fugitives who was being framed for killing batman.

“harvey, what-what’s going on?”

“oh met me explain, dear.” you glanced at the woman before you, and there was no denying how afraid you were. she had  this crazed look in her eyes, she was in arkham for being insane, but being face to face with someone like her was terrifying. 

“well you see, i have a bit of a past with your sweet harvey here. turns out he’s got some very dirty laundry.” 

you tilted your head in confusion, eyes narrowing, “what are you talking about?”

“yeah… mom, i don’t really understand. i mean, i get it, he locked you up but i thought that was the extent of it.” duela said. 

at this, jane let out a guttural laugh, “oh my, duela, no. you see…” she took a moment to glance at you, “well, you pay attention to hon. you see, to make a very long story short… i fell for him.”

this confession shocked you.

you and harvey had been together since your sophomore year and his senior year of college. and yet, you’ve never heard of jane like this.

harvey wouldn’t cheat on you. 

you were sure of that.

“i fell for handsome, charming, insatiable, harvey dent.” 

“ew,” duela commented under her breath. but you, you didn’t know what to think. you were never the jealous type. but hearing someone like jane talk about  her husband in such a way, you were physically unable to not be jealous.

“he’d go around, telling everyone he didn’t know me! it was absolutely insane!”

“no, jane, we were not together.” 

“oh please, harvey, i haven’t even gotten to the best part!” jane exclaimed, her voice jumping up octaves. 

“jane, you were obsessed. you sent my secretary a cow tongue! you were delusional!” harvey protested, glancing over at you, he needed you to know that nothing happened.

he needed you to know that he loved you, that he’d never have an affair, not with jane doe of all people.

“let me continue, listen up for this part, mrs. dent, you remember those late nights? where harvey here was out at the office…?” 

slowly, you nodded. afraid that if she didn’t show some form of response, jane would flip.

“well guess what girlie? he wasn’t working nights… he was with me.”

you let out a shakey breath, “w-what..” 

“mhmmm, truth hurts, mrs. dent, but your lovely fiancé was ignoring me by day and fucking me senseless by night.” 

anger pulsed through your veins. you didn’t even know if this was factual, by just the thought of it. it was enough to drive you to the brink of madness. 

“you’re lying.” you spat. 

“oh am i? how would you feel if i told you, it wasn’t just one time. but dozens of times. almost as though he couldn’t get enough.”

duela stared at her mother in confusion, “wait, so.. you and harvey dent here… were a thing? he gaslighted you… into thinking you were crazy but still slept with you..?” 

“mhmm. a two-faced asshole! harvey dent, everyone! the most dangerous man in gotham!” 

“wait… you said my father was the most dangerous man in gotham.”

her father. duela doe was known as the joker’s daughter. 

“ah, well, surprise surprise, my dear, it’s time to meet your real father, harvey dent!”

time around you seemed to freeze completely as the words echoed throughout your mind.

no.

no.

this wasn’t possible.

you glanced over at your husband, who seemed just as surprised as you were. how had he not known? 

but then, you remembered. 

his psychological disorder. he struggled to control it during the time before jane’s sentence, just as he was struggling to control it now.

your harvey wasn’t in control during his time with jane. it was the other one.  

you were so engrossed with your thoughts, that you didn’t notice that jane had retrieved a small handgun from her purse, passing it to duela. 

“now, you can get your revenge. he kept us separated for years. make him pay for it.” 

panic seized you as you pulled against the restraints, “wait! no, don’t do this, please. we can explain!” 

but neither of them was having it.

“come on due, pull that trigger.”

“duela, let me explain please. it was a misunderstanding.”

“he stole your childhood, he stole me away! kill him duela!” 

“no! please!”

BAM! 

a scream tore from your throat as the gun fired, hitting harvey in the chest, throwing him back. 

“no!!” you exclaimed, tears streaming down your cheeks, you glanced at the mother-daughter duo, “what the fuck is wrong with you??” 

jane smirked, approaching you, “more like what the fuck is wrong with you? marrying a guy like that? shame on you.”

you choked back a sob, glancing at harvey’s dying body, “no..” 

“night-night sugar.” 

you felt pain explode in the back of your skull, then everything went black.

[biosurvive]

kiss & tell -> @deadaim -> kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

Chris knew loss, death was like a bitter friend that showed up and ghosted down his spine. Death was faces of those gone watching and haunting him, judging every choice he made while he fires ammunition into bioweapons. The thing was, those faces were easy to handle when he was busy, he could focus on the mission, focus on balancing the scales of all the loss he didn't prevent. Those faces were not easy to tame when he was left to his own devices, domestic shit such as folding laundry or cooking a meal that would soon grow cold on the stove because of one phone call.

He knew it was bad news as soon as it rang. Leon never called when he was on his way, a tired text, maybe even a flirtatious one would light up both his phone and his heart and he would know his beloved husband would soon be in his arms. A phone call bred disaster, and all the faces and their spectral fingers pointed at him and laughed the moment he mutely responded to Hunnigan and hung up the phone. He didn't show emotion, not to strangers at least, and while Hunnigan was far from a stranger, he didn't need her distracted from her job, not even when the worry and horror in her tone did very little to comfort the large man who suddenly felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest.

Leon's chopper was missing. There had been no distress call, no warning, just radio silence and a possible crash site.

It terrified him how hollow he felt, that the news of his husband's possible death just left him cold and empty as he stared at the ring of condensation on the coffee table since he had forgotten to use a coaster. There were too many stray thoughts, most which were the facts of things he'd never get to do with Leon. No kids, no running away, no more kisses, no more holding him, no more hand holding, no more making him laugh, no more sweet noises beneath the sheets, no more Leon. They all flooded through his brain and yet Chris still couldn't fathom the idea that Leon just didn't exist anymore, he couldn't imagine a world where he wasn't happily married and tied down to the other man.

It's why it was such a shock that after the initial empty feeling, tears just started running down his cheeks in wet trails. He choked back sobs, glaring at the phone as if the device was the reason his husband was missing. He hardly moved, just stayed a stone statue and wept, mourning the possible ending to his entire life for a good hour before his phone lit up and he received just a simple text from Leon.

Be home soon :)

The text should have been relief, it should have made him jump for joy, instead all it did was piss him off and he notably refuses to reply. Hell, he doesn't even move from his spot on the sofa until the jingling of keys hits his ears and the door is swung open. That does get him to move, a predator attacking prey would be a good comparison for the amount of time it takes Chris to stride across the room and haul Leon up by the collar of his shirt and into the wall, eyes red and puffy.

" You are a fucking asshole. " He shoots out with venom, his fists shaking. " You don't become a ghost for an hour and then just play it off through a text as if nothing happened. You do not do that. " The anger is real, and it's seething, but even as the fury burns it dies down into a low ember the moment the adrenaline fails from his system and another choked sob erupts from the larger man.

He was a strong man, a warrior, a soldier, a statue of obsidian that could handle most pain and loss. With Leon? He was puddy, he was a twig in a storm, he was tangible and touchable to the raw pain of the world. Tears again slip down his cheeks and he crashes their lips together, his grip on Leon softening so his husband could fall into his arms, both of them crumpling to the floor now that his energy had been drained.

He doesn't pull back to look at Leon after the kiss is ended, his tear stained face shoved into the crook of Leon's neck with just a muffled explanation given.

" Stop breaking my heart. I can't see you become one of the faces... "

[mehrangaiz]

Courtesy of The Love I Will Never Recieve

It was pitch black, the ruthless night

Unforgiving, unrelentless and unsatisfied

If you listened close enough, you could hear it

The devastating crumpling of what was left of my heart

It’s a good thing no one ever listens

I’m afraid it would break their stone hearts if they saw me

How can you possibly give me an explanation,

For something as cruel as fate or destiny?

Midnight has never tasted so bittersweet

The words I said all those years ago echoed in my head endlessly

Except this time, it wasn’t ironic or sarcastic, or for kicks and giggles

It was a desperate whisper, tragically soft, entwined with treacherous thorns

“Am I really so unlovable?”

Is it true that the antidote I gulped desperately was a curse all along?

It seems I forgot the unforgiving nature of truths that will always remain agonizing

No matter if it is concealed under hundreds of disguises, it will forever remain vicious

And now that I’m paying for it, a little white lie or bluff has never seemed so harmless

He broke my heart without even knowing it

He shattered what little hope I had left lingering in me

He finished the battle I had been fighting ever since I was born

How can someone who doesn’t know you become a corrupt catalyst?

I was too busy reeling from the realisation

That while I had met many cruel men in this short lifetime,

The only good one left me hurting, too

He doesn’t even know I exist and still somehow defined my entire being

I stared, and stared, and stared, and kept on staring

At the mirror, at my soul, at my empty boat left sinking near the dock

I’m afraid the happy ending I imagined as a little girl will die before it even reaches me

Fading into the receding sunset and taking my purpose with it

I sniffled softly and drank the rum of my salty tears

I quickly swallowed the want before it defined me

But the thought of being alone seared my skin with longing

For change, for love, for forgiveness, for redemption, for someone, if anyone at all

I’m so terrified for being this young

Should I fear what I have become, or grieve for what will be left of me?

Shall I board the train already, should I bid adieu prematurely?

I’ll burn all the fairytale books if that’s what it takes for someone to love me

It’s a harrowing sight, really

To see a creature so desperate, so hurt, so confused, so small

I think I love like a dog; messily, panting, drooling, and whining

Isn’t it disturbing that I bare my teeth at the mere thought of you leaving?

I’m sorry for disgusting you, my love

Tell me to change and baby, trust me, I will become a stranger in less than a heartbeat

I’ll tear myself down and apart before I let you see me for me, or recognize these damaged goods

I can replace everything except my nationality, and for that, I’m sorry

I wonder what happened that left me so wounded

Could it be the trembling figure hunched over the bathroom sink?

With shaking shoulders, quivering lips, and watery eyes?

Praying for death, for alternate realities, in search for teeth-rottingly sweet love?

I want to puke at the thought of dying alone

Is it really so selfish of me to want to be wanted?

To be offered tenderness, quiet peace, and soothing whispers,

In place of harshness, deafeningly loud violence, and bone-rattling shouts?

I didn’t believe it at first, I desperately didn’t want to

How could a teenager have an epiphany such as this?

To believe with every fiber of their being,

That they were truly and irrevocably unlovable?

Until I realized that they were me

It’s the same story, circa 2014

And the fantasies that will die with me

Courtesy of the love I will never receive.

[sixersigned]

Not the first time Stanford has been held at bladepoint ( AND HE HAS A FEELING IT WON'T BE THE LAST ), and yet it doesn't detract from how earnestly terrifying this all is. There's a swallow of light fear, a bead of sweat down his brow as he peers down at the blade. Not blunt, he imagines; he isn't for being on the receiving end of that, so he guesses she has his full attention. What other attention is there, aside from the unknown wanting to rip him to shreds or swallow him whole? And those eyes that feel as though they're staring into his soul, JUDGING him.

Perhaps he felt that about most people, to be honest, but this plane of existence especially. He's panicking, and his thoughts are more than a little frazzled when panicking.

When, or well, IF he gets back... he knows F won't begin to believe him. What would his Muse think? Well, that must have been a fun excursion! Absolutely NOT. Stanford is all for learning opportunities, but this is—!

He's snapped from his thoughts when his arm is grabbed roughly, staggering forward and almost tripping over his own feet at the sudden movement.

“ Running, absolutely running, “ he shoots breathlessly, caught off guard by the call to action; he wishes she'd given a little more warning than that, his heart having already fallen from his chest thrice. “ What is this place?! “

"You're not supposed to be here." It's spoken with utmost clarity, cold. Her stance remains defensive, hands holding her holy blade to point at the stranger.

The forest whispers and shudders. Already, the darkness of night begins to creep, the sunset they had sought bringing about the coming of dastardly creatures. Spirits and ghoulies, monsters and yokai demons. All of them waited with bated breath for the witching hour-- Ōmagatoki.

"You're running out of time." The wolf ronin warns, eyes flashing as bright as the blade.

She had given enough warning. Those creatures of the night would be coming soon. And Robin knew she only had limited time before the hole in which Ford had slipped through reappeared to allow him out.

"You better be ready to run when I say so. Otherwise...." Something shrieked a laugh behind them. Robin's eyes flashed again, and she grabbed the other's arm.

@sixersigned

[somniumoflight]

Another Hollow Knight story idea for you guys:

Minds and Wills of the Void

This idea started not so much an AU but more… an interesting interpretation of canon’s lore.  Specifically, an interesting interpretation of the Void, how it might have come to being, and how the Siblings – beings that, considering the in-game Hunter Journal entry of them, “fragment of a lingering will,” are not mindless and thus must have come from somewhere – might have first appeared.

There was once life on this world that stretched across entire continents rather than be limited to tiny kingdoms. However, a great calamity struck the land – perhaps it was an illness, perhaps the Sun went out or exploded and scorched everything to ashes, regardless of what actually happened it’s clear that SOMETHING happened, and millions, maybe billions of bugs died, along with most of the life on the surface.  This sheer number of deaths is what led to the Dream and Nightmare Realms being torn apart – and their respective original deities along with them, leaving behind only mere shadows of their previous selves to rule in their place – and also indirectly lead to the creation of the Void. As the refuse from those multitudes of corpses was slowly buried by eons of dirt and stone, it liquified, sank into the earth, carving out deep caverns as it went, and eventually coalesced in the deepest pits of the world, which would eventually be known as The Abyss.  And, because there were traces of Essence left in many of those corpses, the Void did not stay mere black sludge but instead became something that could definitely be called alive… though not exactly in a way that most bugs would recognize unless the Void, you know, actively moved around in a clearly unnatural or deliberate way.  The Void sits at the bottom of the Abyss for several eons as slowly kingdoms spring up on the surface and life re-develops once more.

Then comes the first civilization of bugs in Hallownest, the ones mentioned by Lemm when examining Arcane Eggs.  When their kingdom and respective gods fell to another god’s people, they set out across the Wastelands and eventually stumbled across the mountain that would later become Crystal Peak and, underneath it, the caverns that they would eventually call home.  They dug deep into the caverns and eventually stumble across the Abyss and, of course, the Void within.  At that point, the Void had something that could definitely be called a mind but had never really put it to much use because all it had been doing was sitting at the bottom of a pit. Upon the new bugs stumbling across the Void, however, suddenly the Void had a reason to start exercising that alien mind of its because oh look, tiny moving creatures that make noise, how curious.  So several unfortunate explorers get devoured, and in the process, the Void sort of assimilates their knowledge and so when the next bugs come down to try to retrieve any bodies they can, the Void starts leaving messages for them (not talking, for the Void has no mouth with which to speak).  In their own language.  Somehow this ends up resulting in the bugs deciding that clearly the Void is a god and they begin to worship it, and then build their civilization in the deepest caverns of their new kingdom so they never venture too far away from their deity.

Several generations pass and these Void-worshipping bugs are now spread throughout most of the caverns that will one day become Hallownest. Being in close proximity to the Void all the time has actually altered them a little, though in what way I’m not quite sure yet. Then in comes the Radiance and her new tribe of moths.  The Radiance, much like the Pale King who would later look at this kingdom and go “I want this land it’s mine now,” decides she wants this kingdom for her own.  And when first negotiations with the Void-worshipping bugs fail spectacularly – namely because the Radiance’s light actually hurts these bugs thanks to them being Void-altered, no matter how she might try to change that – she and her Moths start razing their kingdom to the ground and in the process piss off the Void; because although the Void’s mind definitely doesn’t work in the same way that most gods or bugs’ minds do, it still gains power as the number of people worshipping it rises just like any god, and now it's losing all its worshippers.  This is when the first – and technically only – manifestation of the Lord of Shades happens, and it takes almost literally everything that the moths have to drive the seething Void god back into the Abyss – and it almost does cost the Radiance everything when, in order to keep the Shade Lord from rising again, she uses her power to tear the Void’s mind into itty-bitty pieces. She ends up stuck in the Dream Realm, but, in her mind, it’s well worth it, because her enemy is finally gone.

This, of course, is not actually the case.  The Void isn’t like other higher beings – it survived for a long time without anyone knowing about it and though its worshippers are gone, the Void itself is not. And those teeny-tiny pieces of its mind that the Radiance left behind, unlike most bugs’ minds would, are able to survive on their own.  As the Radiance and her moths settle in high above, as far from the Abyss as possible without leaving the kingdom, these bits of mind eventually form the first Siblings, and as eons pass, more and more are slowly formed out of the remnants of the first Shade Lord, and they live somewhat peacefully down there in the Abyss, seeing no need to ascend into the rest of the kingdom.  

Then in comes the Pale King, and of course, he ruins everything, starting with the Radiance – and then, when the Radiance starts making a come back, one of her former followers tells Pale King about the one place that the Radiance forbid any of her people from treading and the Pale King descends into the Basin with its old ruins and then further down to the Abyss, where he finds Void (not the Siblings, they hide because oh no there’s LIGHT what is that), and starts his whole Vessel-making plan.  

At first nothing comes of it, but then somehow, despite not actually being a being of Void, he manages to create a vessel – only for that vessel to end up dying because of course, it's not the “pure” vessel he needs.  As he creates more and more vessels and the bodies start stacking up, the Siblings start panicking, because for all these vessels have bodies they’re still technically Siblings – and while they manage to save some of them when they fall, they can’t save all of them, and what might happen when the King finds out about the Siblings without bodies?  Eventually, however, the King finally gets the Pure Vessel he wants (Hollow Knight, of course) and he leaves the Abyss alone, and for a time things seem like they might be sort of okay, though none of those left in the Abyss are too happy about him taking one of their Siblings with them.  Then the Hollow Knight is sealed within the Black Egg with the Radiance inside them, and, well, Void and Light still don’t get along, and the Knight is calling out for help almost right from the get go.  Their Siblings hear the cries for help and suddenly they’re no longer scared but absolutely FURIOUS.

And so they surge en-mass from the Abyss, swarming through Hallownest in droves in an attempt to find their sibling, and in the process cause absolute mayhem for everyone, but especially for those that get in their way.

Honestly, I’m telling this like its a completely serious story but let’s be real, the Vessels are children, the Siblings are also technically children (at least by the standards of most gods), and so there’s probably going to be just as many silly shenanigans as there are “oh shit” moments. Including some with Hornet, most likely, because the Siblings would all take one look at her, recognize that there’s Void in her, immediately go “New Sibling!” and then abduct/adopt her on the spot.

Might draw/write more stuff for this later.

[juletheghoul]

Spring Break

Please don't @ me - I had a thot about meeting an unmarried Dave York during spring break and my brain would literally not let it go. I wrote this - and I hope you all like it - if there's enough interest I'll make it into something bigger. Thanks @wheresarizona & @foli-vora for listening and encouraging all my horny bullshit. ♥️♥️♥️

enjoy!

(I imagine a younger Dave - just before going off to the military.)

Young/single!Dave York x F!Reader

Pairing: David York x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: NSFW 18+ language, Smut, PIV sex (wrap it up), dirty talk, oral (female receiving) vaginal fingering slight praise & aftercare, mentions of a shitty previous relationship- let me know if I missed any!

reblogs are appreciated

Masterlist

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If he could tell how nervous you were, he made no mention of it. Just the opposite in fact, he was reassuring, sweet almost. He was confident and you got the feeling he expected you to be confident as well.

Easy for you, I don’t feel confident right now.

“Hey- you okay? We don’t have to do this. I can walk you to your room, take you back to the bar and grab you a drink.” Your eyes widened but you shook your head no, you wanted to be here with him. “You want to do this?” He kneeled down in front of you at the end of his bed, his big warm hands on your bare thighs.

“Yes- I want to.” You tentatively touch the side of his face, the endearing curve in his nose; the plush lower lip. He kissed the pad of your thumb before taking off his shirt and you scooted back.

“Get comfortable for me, everything off.” It was said with an air of absolute authority, and it excited you. He watched you undress with a twinkle in his eye and your cunt clenched at what he could possibly be thinking.

You watched him in turn, as the expanse of golden skin revealed itself - unhurriedly stripping himself of everything and when he was fully naked, you gulped. His cock was half hard and it was so hard not to stare-

“Do you need help?” He tilted his head playfully, a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face at the way your head snapped up from his manhood. You said nothing as you finished undressing and when it was done, the urge to cover up was stomped away.

“No, I- I’m good.” You knew he could see the apprehension but you wanted to be here with him. He made his way up towards you and your heart raced - you wanted him more than you had the confidence to say.

“Lay back, I want you to do something for me.” He was smiling as he moved up your body.

Thoughts of your woefully unfulfilling ex boyfriend came to you unbidden. He’d been your first everything -which admittedly wasn’t much of anything- and for a split second you thought this gorgeous man would just rut between your legs for a few minutes and then claimed he rocked your world.

“Open up those pretty legs, and touch yourself. I want you to show me how you make yourself come.” His voice was low and the words he spoke made you shiver, your ex had never asked to see you come; never even thought about your pleasure much come to think about it.

“You want to watch me?” Your voice came out shocked and his smile widened.

“Yes, show me.” He kneeled between the legs he helped to spread and focused his gaze. It was intimidating and thrilling and terrifying and your cunt drooled out your slick in response. Tentatively, you reached down and slipped your fingers between your slippery folds as he knelt there, his cock bobbing in front of him; enraptured.

“I can see how wet you are, I’m going to eat your pretty little cunt after you come.” His hands were holding your legs open and you could feel his cock resting on the rim of your opening. A taunt.

It was easy to forget any shyness when he made you feel like the hottest thing on the planet, easy to lose yourself in your practiced movements when you felt him coating himself in you.

With shaky breaths and his undivided attention, you raced towards your climax - the coil in your belly tightened and you felt the pulsing of your pussy trying to pull him in. Heard him groaning at the feel of you soaking his cock.

“That’s my good girl.” He bent down to kiss you, taking the breath you were trying to catch away from you. “Keep them open.” He bit at your thigh when he took his place between your legs.

“Oh god-“ he gave you no respite, no chance to settle before his tongue was swirling around your perky little clit. He was a quick study, his mouth following the map your fingers had laid out- over and over he hit just the right spot ramping you up much higher than he should have been able to.

You looked down, unable to keep your eyes off him and saw pure hunger in his face - his short cropped hair begging for your fingers and you obliged. He groaned at the feel of your nails in his scalp, his lust blown eyes finding you around a delicious swirl.

A moan bubbled out when two thick fingers filled the aching emptiness and with the steady movement of his tongue, it pushed you over the edge. Your thighs wanted to close around his head, but he held you open with the breadth of his shoulders, and didn’t let up his assault. Your body almost folding in half with the force of your pleasure. He was having none of it.

A heavy hand landed on your belly and held you there as he doubled his attack - open mouthed kisses at the crux of you had your eyes rolling back, had you light headed; had you floating away.

His lips were nipping at your thighs when you caught your breath.

“You taste so good. I could do that forever, if you let me.” He was smiling and you imagined his ego soaring high up above you at the wrecked look on your face and could you blame him?

“Jesus Christ David, that was -that was really good.” You couldn’t be shy, not with your slick smeared on his face, not with him smiling like that. Pink-cheeked and leaking onto your thigh when he kissed you and you tasted the tang of you in it.

“Good, I wanted it to be good for you - it should always be good for you.” He licked at your nipples, biting softly before notching himself at your entrance once more. “Still with me?” He waited for your confirmation before gliding in and when you pulled him down he sheathed himself completely with your heat.

You couldn’t help but relish the groan that escaped his mouth when he bottomed out.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet, so tight for me.” His breath was shaky and it made you feel almost tipsy, that your cunt could make him look at you like that. His arms were bracketing your head, your thighs were high on his hips and when he moved you let out a breathy moan. He was bigger than your ex and with each stroke he hit something deep - something untouched and sacred. “How does my cock feel?” He was speaking into your mouth, stealing away your gasps with every inhale.

“So good, you’re so deep.” You moaned it out and he seemed to take it as a challenge, leaning slightly to pull your legs up even higher. Your breath stuttered when he rested his full weight on you turning his strokes into a slow grind - hitting deeper still.

“Deep enough?” He bit at your lip and it was almost too much, the gorgeous friction of him at your clit was almost enough. You rocked as best you could underneath him - chasing it and he saw and helped. With almost catlike speed he spit onto his fingers and reached between you to pinch your clit. “That’s it - come all over me - fuck - choke my dick baby get me all wet.”

He didn’t slow down, instead he kneeled between your legs again and pressed your shins up towards your chest, keeping you spread open while he chased his own pleasure. His strokes were hard and you could hear them, could hear the wet suck of your cunt pulling him back in; not wanting to let him go.

His face was an open-mouthed frown when he pulled out and pumped his cock against your puffy little cunt. His groan was loud when he spilled onto your belly, the aftershocks of his climax made him gasp, made him drag the tip of his dick through the mess he made on your skin.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” He smiled, his cheeks beautifully flushed while you lay there in your own afterglow.

“Thanks - I really enjoyed that.” It seemed almost a silly thing to say, like thanking a waiter after a great meal and he smiled not unkindly.

“I’m glad, I enjoyed it too.” He was so different from your ex, so happy while he wiped his mess off your skin with a smile - the cloth cool as he passed it over your heated skin.

My stupid ex would have just tossed a rag at me-

“Did you want to get something to eat?” He pulled you out of your thoughts, he was good at that.

“Oh- sure, did you want me to stay?” You almost expected him to wish you a good night and to let you get back to your friends but instead he frowned.

“Yes, if you want to I mean - if not I can walk you back to your room, but I was planning on fucking you again. We obviously don't have to.” He tossed the rag into the bathroom as he spoke and you thought about how you imagined this trip going before meeting him. Thought about how miserable you’d been, how your friends had all but dragged you here.

“No - I’d like to stay, and yes, I’d like that.” A shy smile graced your features and he leaned in to kiss you.

“Great - I’ll order us something.” He got up, naked and unselfconscious. “Maybe you should go back to your room and grab some stuff, I think you’re going to be here for a while.”

Yes, yes I am.

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[misquigley]

Deep down there had been some hope that something would have formed between them. Despite that want, she knew realistically that having that want wasn't right. She knew that Taissa had just ended things with Van for several reasons ( some the blonde thought were ridiculous if she was being honest ) so she knew. She knew that there was no chance that the other woman would be looking to jump into something so soon, let alone with her. However, the months that followed after that first night, it was hard to ignore that hopefulness that continued to grow.

That hopefulness eventually shriveled up and died when she found herself on the receiving end of her calling it quits. The bitterness soon slid into place and formed roots that only thickened over time. Regardless, she still cared about the other, still wanted nothing but the best for her. So maybe that too explained why she was standing in the woman's foyer, sleep gently knocking and trying to coax her back to bed. She ignored it, focusing on Taissa while adjusting glasses that were disobedient and refused to remain pushed up on her nose. She also realized that bringing up sedatives might have been a touchy subject considering the one and only incident forever ago; the mushrooms were not entirely her fault but she wasn't going to argue the point. Again.

Deadpanned rhetorical question is asked and Misty is the one to roll her eyes at it. Head full of curls shook gently as she did so, her hand resting against her arm. If there was a drug to rid one of an alter ego, the one in question would have to admit to having one to those that didn't know. And that would mean possibly damaging her reputation, one that she had carefully crafted over the years; one that was nothing was a false telling of the woman. None of that would be voiced aloud, of course, as she didn't need to upset the other woman. Instead, a soft sigh was released as eyes fell to stare at the floor for a moment before returning to the taller woman's face. "Have you tried...restraining yourself? Like you used to do?" she asks, head tilting with a small frown settling into place.

It's bad again, that was understatement the blonde thought. "You're under a lot of stress...again...with running for senate. So I'm not all that entirely surprised you're sleepwalking again," she mused, wondering if there was another trigger that could set the whole thing in motion. Misty didn't know much about sleep disorders, but she knew that the sleepwalking was bad especially for Taissa. "I don't know if you can get rid of it, Tai...not entirely. I mean...were there any other times before now that you were sleepwalking?" She could only imagine how frustrating and quite frankly, terrifying, it was to not have complete control over yourself, to not know what would happen every time going to bed.

Misty is attempting to imagine what that frustration and fear would feel like when the other speaks, the mentioning of sleeping on the couch. She hesitates for a moment as she calculates the time to get from here back to her own home; she had the day off tomorrow so work wasn't a worry. "I can stay the night," she says after a moment, head turning to look towards the living room and the couch, "it looks comfortable enough. Though a bed will always be better." She's not pushing or prying or looking for an invitation to share the others bed. Just simply stating a fact. Her eyes return to Tai and she can see how tired she is, the vulnerability, and it softens her own features and shoulders. She takes a small step towards her, closing that distance, and places a hand on the others arm. "I'm here aren't I? You calling was enough to tell me you need help, Taissa," she murmured, eyes searching her own.

Old habits were hard to quit, that was without a doubt true. Everything one did was muscle memory ( breathing, talking, walking, riding a bike ) and sure, might be rusty if some time had passed since last doing whatever it is, but it was just like riding a bike. However, the rusty, tossed to the side to be forgotten bike that was them...it would not be ridden again. Several obvious reasons could be listed, but for the sake of time and sanity; they were bitter exes, even if Taissa didn't want to admit it aloud or to herself. And though the nurse wouldn't dare touch that bike again, a late night call was suspicious and left little to wonder.

This was the first time they'd been alone in a room together after everything. There was a tension, one she could feel creeping and crawling along her spine, reminding her. Seeing the other in person, it made those bitter filled feelings expand and fill her chest cavity. Left her feeling like a swarm of angry bees were buzzing around inside her. But she did her best to calm them, herself, to simply be here as a friend would be for Tai. Because despite everything, that's all she had ever really wanted from the other woman, to be friends even after being used ( that's how she viewed their time together, no matter how brief it had been. )

Hazel eyes look to the taller woman, lips pursed together as she kept her face relaxed, neutral. She watches as she draws closer, coming to a stop that leaves still plenty of distance between them. Misty wonders if she thinks the blonde will have no self control, that she thinks this means something, that old habits would be resumed. It's almost enough to make her scoff at the assumptions and to walk out the front door. She doesn't, though, her lips press together more firmly as she listens to the others reasonings for calling her so late. Hearing that she couldn't sleep, well, that was a given however it caused brow to arch as head straightened and shoulders relaxed.

"Are you sleepwalking again?" Misty asks outright, arms coming up to fold across her chest. It was the only thing in her mind that could explain why the other wasn't sleeping, why she couldn't rely on her wife. Because there was no need to ask Tai whether her wife, Simone, knew of the other, knew of anything that happened out there. "If you had disclosed this over the phone, I could have brought over a sedative...though I don't know how..." she paused, adjusting her glasses before hand vaguely waved over the other, "would work with you. Given the circumstances."

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Bella and Beauford (your version of Beau) are twins, similar features (brown eyes), similar chip on their shoulder, similar flowery language, and Ed can't read either of their minds and both smell like grade A beefcakes. Both move to Forks. What kind of mess do you think will go down? 030 Does Eddie boi get the harem he's never wanted? How much can we destroy the B&B team self esteem? Find out on today's episode of the What if Muffin chronicles~! - Sw

Beauford is a reoccurring guest star on this blog.

Think Bella directly plastered onto a boy: absurdly pretty, still clumsy, still terribly introverted and awful socially, and smells like heroin to one Edward Cullen.

With that, onto your question

The Rules

To set some ground rules that are set in the post, I'm presuming both, somehow, are Edward's singer. Now, given that it's Bella and Beauford (fraternal twins), I'd say this is highly unlikely. Singers are rare, and Charlie and Renee don't notably smell like high quality heroin to Edward. More likely, Bella would be the singer, and Beauford would just smell generally nice (but not murder all of Biology nice).

It's also unlikely they'd have the same exact gift, or a gift that expresses itself in the same manner, blocking Edward out of their minds.

But the rules are set, both are Edward's singer, and both have Bella's absurdly powerful gift.

They're for all intents and purposes the same fucking person that somehow got stuffed in two different gendered bodies. The real genesis of this AU: Renee was abducted by aliens while pregnant and her unborn child experimented on. Beauford is, in fact, Bella's identical twin. Beauford is actually Bella's male clone grown in the womb.

After Bella and Beauford reach sexual maturity they'll be beamed back up into space and put into a zoo on Traflamador. (Except not because that would derail this post... The test pilot on Traflamador blew up their planet before Bella and Beauford could phone home. It's not important.)

Bella, Beauford, and the Time Before Forks

Bella and Beauford are probably frightfully codependent for a few reasons that go by the name of Renee. Renee's still out to lunch parenting, and it falls to Bella and Beauford to take care of adult responsibilities from a very young age.

Bella and Beauford come home from school to an empty house, are the ones to go grocery shopping, pay the bills, pay the taxes, do the laundry, pretty much anything that has "adult responsibility" stamped on it.

As a result, they don't really have time to make friends with kids out of school, and they quickly realize that they're the only ones they can depend on in their lives. More, they're the only ones who get each other on any level.

They're both social outcasts, both not what their mother wanted, both have to deal with their mother, and if they ever get in trouble then it's their sibling that they're going to call. Because no one else will ever be there.

I imagine both Bella and Beauford cling to each other tightly with both hands.

Which, of course, makes things weird.

There's getting along with your twin sibling then there's... only getting along with your twin sibling.

Bella and Beauford have lunch together, by themselves, every day in Phoenix. They partner together on everything and are very displeased if they're forced into a group project with anyone else. They participate in all the same activities and if one isn't allowed to do it then the other quits (yes, Beauford tried to get into ballet class, when Renee put her foot down Bella quit right then and there). They wear each other's clothes, if they can't, then those clothes never get worn (Bella never wears the few dresses in her closet). They actually remember their made up secret twin language and lapse into it accidentally from time to time. They're anxious when they're not in the same classes and meet up after every single class to walk down the hallways together. Rather than have any friends, most of their free time is spent at home reading the same books in the same room. They don't even talk about how amazing Heathcliff is, because they know the other knows.

I imagine they channel such the twins from The Shining. Absurdly good looking, beautiful, kids but good god what is wrong with them?

The Decision to Move

When Phil enters the picture seriously, he's not just a new boyfriend, Bella and Beauford sit down to discuss their options. Neither is quite sure how they feel about Phil.

He's awfully young, but he seems to be good for Renee, and is actually capable of paying his taxes (unlike Renee). He can probably be depended upon not to run off and to make sure Renee is taken care of.

However what about Bella and Beau?

With Bella and Beau going to school, they can't travel across the country every few weeks following Phil. Now, in theory, Renee could abandon them to follow Phil. This wouldn't make much of a difference in their daily lives (might, in fact, make things easier in a way as then Beau/Bella can just handle all the cooking rather than Renee even attempting to). However, Renee would never want to admit she's been leaving her kids to their own devices for years, and would feel horribly guilty to leave them behind.

As it is, they've already told Renee she can go on and travel with Phil and she refused, stating she had to be there for her kids.

There's also that Phil keeps trying to bond with Beau especially. As if he thinks it will be easier to bond with the teenage stepson vs. the stepdaughter. That hasn't been going well, Beau would like to avoid that if at all possible.

On the other hand... Forks, wet, cold, and being the children of the police chief's runaway bride.

Ultimately, the pair come to the same decision Bella came to in canon. They want their mother to be happy, feel desperately like third wheels, and if making Renee happy necessitates going to Forks then to Forks they shall go.

At least they'll have each other, and in the end, that's all that really matters.

Arriving in Forks

Bella and Beau arrive in Forks and receive the same reception they would otherwise. But more so. Holy god, the high school population says, it's the Cullens 2.0.

Eerily pale, beautiful, siblings, who are both sensitive intellectuals (and are also weirdly incestuous acting). All the guys want to date Bella and all the girls want to date Beau (some vice versa but they're not admitting that in a public high school in 2005).

The guys (Mike, Tylor, Eric, etc.) aren't all that thrilled by Beau's presence, he's major competition and day one is attracting all the attention. However, they see him as a way to get an in with Bella, he can set them up on a date and put in a good word. If they become his best friend, they have an excuse to go to his house, where Bella will be.

The girls (even Lauren who was initially very pissed off about Bella's sudden popularity) are much the same. Bella's overrated, but good god, that beautiful brother of hers. If they become Bella's best friend, they can have sleep overs, and might be able to see Beau without a shirt on. No matter Bella's stuffy personality, that hot brother is worth it.

Lunch that first day, as a result, is even more awful than it was in canon. Bella and Beauford, while generally oblivious about themselves, are very observant when it becomes to the behavior of others regarding their sibling.

They have an emergency meeting in the truck after school and come to the same conclusion: Bella/Beau, this entire school of hicks wants in your pants. Dump them all.

Both Bella and Beauford end the day supremely annoyed but reconfirm their commitment to this Forks plan. Beau predicts than in six months they'll be losers again and they'll go back to having lunch by themselves.

But what about the Cullens?

Edward, The Cullens, and Biology

As in canon, both Beauford and Bella notice the entrance of the alien procession into the cafeteria and ask "what the fuck?"

Nobody's thrilled about answering, because no one wants to lose Bella/Beauford to the Cullens of all people (the girls sigh with relief as, at least for them, all the lady Cullens seem to be dating one of the other guys. Beau is safe. The possibility of Edward/Beau is one they dare not contemplate in those five seconds.)

Still, Jessica reluctantly gives the run down. These are the Cullens, they moved in two years ago, are absurdly wealthy, beautiful, and supposedly not actually related. They're all dating each other. No, seriously, they are. Except the hot ginger, Edward, but don't bother because he's an ass.

Both Bella and Beauford think Jessica doth protest too much about Edward and internally give the Cullens the same bisexual Bella ranking: Rosalie, Edward (after a bit of thought), and then the rest of them.

Edward, for his own part, notes that he can't seem to hear either's thoughts. Weird. He concludes that the pair are highly overrated and he can't believe the school's so agog over the pair of them. Stupid teenagers.

Then Biology happens.

The pair open the door and good god, Edward Cullen is a demon. Luckily for them, they have each other. There may be an open seat next to Edward Cullen but Bella and Beauford go "NOPE". You see, teacher, we always sit together. No, really, we ALWAYS sit together.

The teacher is weirded out but it's so weird he actually has nothing to say to that. There's only one immediately open seat anyway, and two new students, so they're clearly in trouble with seating arrangements anyway. So he says, "Um, sure, go sit with Angela I guess." Angela is now in an overcrowded table with both Bella and Beauford, her original partner gleefully goes to sit with hottie Edward (then is in dismay sitting with Edward because this guy looks terrifying today). The twins, throughout Biology, are staring down Edward Cullen.

Edward, of course, has smelled the scent of the gods and is going through his personal hell on earth. He devises his many schemes of how he's going to murder Biology before he can get to the pair of them (Angela, for the record, gets smashed into a wall for the honor of being in Edward's way). Then, he doesn't know which he'd start on, he can't tell which scent comes from which. He tells himself he'll toss a coin, heads the boy goes first, then tails the girl.

Still, thinking of Carlisle's sad, disapproving, face as Edward massacres a room filled with children allows Edward to hold on through Biology. He'll murder them after school. Then of course he's able to clear his head and flees to Alaska.

In the meantime, thanks to being hyperaware of their sibling, and now having someone to talk to and confirm their suspicions with: Edward Cullen is Ted Bundy. This guy is creepy, dangerous, and in that moment it looked as if he was going to kill one or both of them. Bella/Beauford would be alright, though disappointed, if they were murdered then left in a dumpster. But their sibling die and meet that same awful fate? Not ever allowed to happen.

Bella and Beau have the world's most tense drive home and tense night taking turns taking guard and sleeping in the same room. Every time one questions if they're, maybe, just maybe, a little paranoid about this, the other confirms that "NOPE, THAT DUDE WAS SCARY".

They can't tell Charlie, he wouldn't believe them and they have no evidence, but when Edward tries to climb through their window maybe one of them will get in a good hit with the baseball bat (they won't, they're both debilitatingly clumsy).

The next day, to their confusion and relief, Edward Cullen isn't at school. He's not there the day after that either, or the day after that...

Beau and Bella start to relax, if only a little bit.

Edward, Alaska, and the Prodigal Son Returns

Edward in Alaska calms down and goes through the same thought process he did in canon. He keeps picturing the twins' faces, his obsession beginning to blossom, and convinces himself that he can't let these unremarkable humans get in the way of his life and his family.

After a week of brooding, much to Carlisle's horror, Edward returns to Forks and goes straight back to school. Specifically, he wants to do damage control with the twins and see just how much they actually noticed.

This goes worse than in canon.

First, Edward has to approach their shared table with Angela like a loser. There, Bella and Beau clearly don't want to talk at him, at all, and both clearly vividly remember exactly what happened last Biology class.

Edward barely gets a word in before he has to go to his seat. When he notices Bella, Beau, and Angela get their lab done as quickly as him (thanks to Bella and Beau), he tries again.

Bella and Beau both ask to go to the bathroom. (Yes, teacher, at the same time. Don't question this.) They don't come back. Edward, after ten minutes, also goes to the bathroom. He finds the pair in their giant, red, truck in the parking lot, deep in conversation (trying to figure out what the fuck is up with Edward Cullen).

He approaches them again, being as charming as possible. This has the opposite effect. Directed towards only them, Beau/Bella would probably let this slide. Directed towards Beloved Sibling, their "DANGER, WILL ROBINSON" sirens are blaring in their head. Beau floors it, and the pair tear out of the parking lot as fast as the truck will take them, they're telling Charlie they're taking a sick day. What will they do next Biology class? FUCK IF THEY KNOW.

Edward, standing in the parking lot with his mouth open, feels very very embarrassed and ashamed. He is a man eating demon and these two are perfectly aware of it. The rest of the Cullens find him there not long after, they find this both sad and hilarious.

Bella and Beau Get Hit by a Van

Well, this would all be well and good. Edward tells himself that if the pair are so determined to avoid him then he'll just avoid them. Problem solved. More, the pair don't seem to be chatterboxes, there's no weird rumors spreading about Edward Cullen or his siblings. At least, no more than usual.

Instead, it seems that everyone's trying to ask the twins to the dance, and are very confused when the twins say that they're going with each other. Sibling policy. You see. (They don't see, nobody sees, this is weird.)

Then it happens. Bella nearly gets hit by a van, Edward saves her, with Beau as a full not-concussed witness. FUCK. Bella and Beau travel to the hospital, Edward driving along behind them, and then after Carlisle checks Bella out they have their awkward talk.

Bella wants to insist that Edward was clearly the one who saved her, with his strange superhuman strength, but thanks to twin telepathy (which either is actual telepathy or is just reading twin body language, who even knows) knows that Beau wants her to shut up. They say nothing, the truth isn't important.

Instead, Beau states that he was the one who pulled Bella out of the way, Bella's just confused. Edward stares at Beau like he's an alien. Beau just smiles, thanks Edward for his concern, then throws Edward out of the room.

Bella and Beau madly discuss that Edward's clearly not human. More, while he saved her life today and that was very noble of him, neither has truly forgotten how he was in that first day of Biology. More, did you see him now? He clearly wanted, desperately for Bella to not remember what happened. He crushed that van like a pretzel, what if they told him that they saw him? What would happen to them? Beau doesn't want to take chances, not even for the truth, and in retrospect Bella doesn't either. Now is not the time to look gifted horses in the mouth.

Given Bella's injured, Beau's on full guard duty that night.

Meanwhile, the Cullens have their vote. It's even more dramatic, because instead of just one innocent, injured, witness, there's two witnesses and one was completely uninjured. Carlisle is utterly appalled that Rosalie genuinely suggests murdering them both so she doesn't have to move. He's more appalled when Edward reveals that he believes the twins may believe that Edward... wishes them harm for having witnessed his heroics.

Because the irony being that the twins are right, the family is voting on this very issue right now. And what does that say about all of them?

Thankfully for Beau and Bella, the vote goes very similarly to canon. Jasper's not convinced until Alice has her vision.

And she drops the bomb. Edward's in love with Bella, Beau will be Edward's best friend and Bella Alice's, and both Bella and her brother will be turned and join the coven.

(Now, what Alice doesn't tell Edward is that, actually, Edward's in love with them both. It's safer to say that Edward's in love with the woman, as that's what Edward will far more readily accept. Throwing Beau into that mix would just make things very messy, if Alice wants her best friend and Edward's happy ending then she has to be smart about this.)

The family has a similar reaction. Carlisle gives his, "Well, alright then" and the family doesn't move. Edward, in despair and self-hatred, heads to the Swan house to see sleeping Bella for himself.

And lo and behold, Beau has been waiting for him. Beau tries to smash Edward's face in with a bat. Unfortunately, a) Edward's a vampire, b) Beau misses.

Beau and Edward end up talking, man to man, while Bella is sleeping. Edward decides that, yes, oh woe, he is in love with Beauford's sister and confesses as much (while also confessing that he might, you know, actually be dangerous). Beau suggests that Edward stay far away from his sister.

No, there's nothing Beau can do to stop Edward. Yes, he is just a pathetic human even more pathetic than most, but he promises that he will make Edward and his family's life hell on Earth if Edward ever thinks of assaulting his sister.

Edward protests he would never, Beau points out that Edward just climbed through his injured sister's window in the dead of night. Edward... tries and fails to explain away that one.

He actually does succeed in that he explains that Bella was in danger from... his siblings. Edward had come to protect Bella, to make sure none came to harm her. It's not necessarily his siblings' fault, it's complicated but... Well, Edward was trying to be somewhat noble.

Then something strange happens. Edward finds himself fascinated by this Beauford Swan. Such courage in the world's weakest, no most delicate, body. Look at those eyelashes, his big dark eyes, his perfectly shaped features. This boy is beautiful, as beautiful as his sister, and just as courageous as she is. And look at him now, nobly facing down a demon he knows he cannot win against for the sake of his sister.

How virtuous.

Edward tells himself that what he's feeling is kinship and admiration for Beauford Swan. Bella could not have a worthier brother. Edward leaves with the promise that he'll respect Beau's wishes (Beau doesn't believe that for a second).

The next morning, Beau tells Bella that Edward's the world's biggest creep and that the Twin Watch is not stopping anytime soon. They're going to need to make a big purchase of coffee.

Edward and His Torment

As in canon, Edward decides he should nobly stay out of Bella's life. He'll see if either twin really does talk (they don't) and then he'll ignore them until they disappear. They will forget him.

They don't, but they do discuss him. See, after much pondering, the twins realize that Edward truly is a Grade A hottie. More, he's so mysterious and inhuman. In retrospect, his saving Bella's life goes a long way, and for all that he's been... menacing, he's never truly threatened them and does seem intent on protecting Bella. More, he seems to be keeping his promise: he's staying out of Bella's life and he hasn't been back to the house since (he has, but they haven't caught him, Edward waits until they both crash until he can sneak in and stare at them both).

And he's never lied about being dangerous. Their glares soften into pondering glances, wondering just what the truth of this Edward Cullen and his family really is, and wonder what it'd be like to let him into their small, insular, world that no one before has ever managed to breach in the way he has.

Bella doesn't believe he's truly interested in her, despite Beau's insistence, and wonders if he's interested in Beau. Beau, for his own part, doesn't believe Edward's interested in him and insists that he's clearly very interested in Bella.

Reluctantly, the pair conclude that Edward is something likely very dangerous, against Edward's will, but benign. Whatever it was they sensed from Edward that first day, it was not something in his control.

Helping this is Edward enabling the mysterious mystery by breaking. He can't stay away from the twins. He tells them that he's tired of staying away from them, that they shouldn't be friends, that he doesn't want to be friends (but wants to be something hint, hint, wink, wink). Except he's convinced he and Beauford are friends, dual protectors of the angel Bella Swan. If he stares a little too much at Beau's perfect figure then that's because he's the perfect, male, version of his perfect sister.

Anyway, the twins go to Long Beach with the others and the twins are now just too curious. Edward's giving them nothing and they must know. Bella flirts with Jake for information, Beau is appalled that this works, and they hear the cold ones story. That night, they both have the prophetic Slayer dream: Edward is a vampire.

Bella tells Beauford that she knows three things. One is that she's in love with Edward. Beau's not sure how to take that for a second but, being Bella's twin and on the same weird wavelength, he gets it. He's in love with Edward too.

Neither finds it strange that they both confess to being in love with the same demon and that they see no conflict of interest in this.

The pair go to Port Angeles to help Jessica and Angela pick up dresses. (Angela and Jessica aren't sure why a man is coming, but they've learned not to question this twin thing). Bella and Beau ultimately decided not to go to the dance, too risky giving the deluge of invitations they received, and instead they'll be headed to Seattle that weekend. They claim this is not a date, Angela and Jessica just stare.

Due to Beau being with Bella, though the pair get hopelessly lost looking for the book store, Bella doesn't get followed by rapists. Edward shows up anyway, as Alice saw the possibility, and takes the pair of them to romantic Italian dinner. It's weird.

He then drives them home and Bella blurts it out. Edward's a vampire, she and Beau know. Edward has his miniature meltdown and realizes that these pair of siblings forgive him this. Beau, beautiful man that he is, is giving Edward his beloved sister and Bella is giving not only herself but her wonderful brother's hand in friendship.

Edward invites them both, that's right, them both, to the meadow. Neither thinks this is strange. And when they get there. Boom, it's over, any chance to question this is gone. Both Bella and Beau are seduced by Edward's sparkling chest and his quotes about lions.

He rests his head on Bella's chest but puts his right hand on Beau's. They sit like that. For hours.

The Cullens (Again)

Well, this went from weird to fucking weirder. It was weird enough when Edward became obsessed with this rando teenage girl. Now, it turns out that Edward's a horn dog panting after bisexual twins, clearly intending to romance them both at the same time.

Carlisle dearly tries to have an intervention. He sends Esme to do it, as in canon, this doesn't work (Esme is perfectly fine with Edward's twincest fetish and thinks it's wonderful).

Alice tells a dubious Jasper that Edward and Beau are just friends. Jasper doesn't believe her, but he's not sure what to even say.

Emmett is desperately holding in Edward sandwich jokes. Desperately.

When Beau and Bella are invited to the house (together of course), the entire family has no idea what to say to them. At all. They don't know how to process this. Rosalie is actually there this time, because somebody needs to warn these two about what Edward really wants, but then they're too weird.

It's all just too weird.

And... the rest of canon happens.

The baseball game occurs, James dies, Victoria's not sure which Swan she should target and so she targets them both anyway. They're in the same damn place so it makes 0 difference.

Bella and Beau joint hallucinate Hallucination Edward, somehow, and get even weirdly more codependent in their zombie fugue state. This tanks their popularity as now there's no denying the incest. Bella and Beau don't care.

Bella and Beau reach out to get Jake to build them the motorcycles. Jake doesn't necessarily want Beau around, the dude's weird and getting in the way of Bella time, but alright. Bella and Jake's friendship doesn't take off because Bella's codependent on Beau.

They do learn about the wolves though thanks to Jake's crush on Bella. Jake never realizes that he's coming in third place not only to Edward Cullen but to Beauford Swan. He thinks he has a chance. That poor boy.

Bella and Beau jump off the cliff together, convinced they weren't committing suicide.

Alice returns, gets Bella and Beau to go to Volterra, because Edward has to see that they're both alive. There's a joyful reunion, Aro is really weirded out by this whole damn thing and has a five second pause after touching Marcus' hand. "Well." he says afterwards, "You and your brother are close. I see."

They get to go home, Aro insists they turn. Eclipse happens. Edward proposes marriage to Bella. Neither Beau nor Bella are thrilled (mostly about the marriage and also about the question of how the twin enters this equation) but ultimately Bella accepts. Bella and Edward marry publicly.

Beau is invited for the honeymoon. Edward, Bella, nor Beau question this. Everyone else does. A lot. On Isle Esme, the three confirm their commitment to each other: they have a secret marriage. Edward and Beau are both convinced they're not in a relationship. Bella and Beau are convinced they're not incestuous.

Sex is had by... someone. Unclear who.

Bella gets pregnant, this seems to confirm Edward must be the father but... Bella and Beau are both very strange, almost alien, and very gifted. There is some red in their hair. Questions the Cullens dare not speak aloud are thought, Edward doesn't seem to notice.

TL;DR Basically, the books still happen but Edward is cuckolded and enables twincest.

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I did not see this one coming guys. I swear. I did not.

[bowieandqueen11]

Kissing Ash Williams Would Include...

Request: Ash Williams kissing headcanons!

Groovy! (Also look at him!!! Evil Dead Ashley Williams my beloved.) This was so self-indulgent hope you enjoy!

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This man 100% said ‘groovy’ after your first kiss istg.

Sweeter kisses at the cabin - can you imagine it?? You and your friends have just arrived, and you and Ash have taken a moment just to unpack your suitcases. For a moment, as the wind howled around that strange, creaking forest outside, Ashley is busy smirking as he leans over you and gently pushes the two of you down until you’re lying on the bed. In that moment, no Deadites exist, no horror or evil - just Ash’s soft and unsure lips melting against yours as his hands rest on the flesh of your hips. 

The whole time, he’s busy thinking about how you’re the love of his life. Every time he nearly falls down on top of you, every time you start laughing because his hair falls in your eyes, or your teeth clash together, or his sister starts hammering on the door to tell you dinner is ready, he’s just thinking about how one day he’s going to marry you, and move out to Jacksonville and buy you the little hut by the ocean the two of you have always dreamed of.

Then there are kisses that are much more serious in nature. Mainly, those you have to give him once the bridge is destroyed and Cheryl becomes possessed. Despite the fact that he’s hugging you to his chest in the living room, the way his body is shaking against your skin and his right eyebrow is raised to the sky reminds you that Ash is terrified and confused and in need of some comfort too. So, you just grab his fingers that are still intertwined with yours, and just press quick little kisses against his knuckles until you can feel his breaths even out a little bit.

Sometimes he just needs to know that he’s not alone, you know?

Then there are long, passionate and needy kisses during the first night at the Cabin when the two of you aren’t sure if you’ll still be there in the morning. Just the two of you leaning against the windows you just patched up with splintering pieces of wood, rushing towards each other with laboured breaths and blood stained cheeks and smushing your lips together until you have no idea where Ash ends and you begin.

if you're tired or injured, he lifts you up and carries you bridle style just to try and convince himself you're alright and safe and still there with him. Every so often his ‘serious eyebrow face’ will drop and he’ll lean down to place little kisses on different parts of your face.

Kisses after he becomes a Deadite as well??? Omg, before the sun has even clouded away, or you’ve managed to grab Ash by the bicep and heave him out of that dirty puddle, you collapse onto his stomach. You wrap your hands in the back of his hair as you kiss him, and you can feel him nearly cry against your cheek as he laughs nervously.

The look he gives you as he cups your cheek and pulls slightly away would be enough to make anyone melt.

To be honest, by the time this is all over, you and Ash may as well be the same person. He never wants to be away from you again, even for a second. He somehow gets even more clingy, if that was even possible.

With him on the receiving end, he likes it when you two just take some time to slow down in the evening and you kiss his scars. Before the two of you run away from Elk Grove, your last night in Ash’s family bedroom is spent with the two of you cuddled up at the edge of his bed, the posters of his past staring down at the two of you. His eyes are closed tightly - you would have thought he was in pain if you didn’t hear the sigh of bliss he gave you. His jaw was tense as you ran your finger down it, tracing down the dip of his arm and the curve of his stomach before leaning over and kissing the scar on his chin, or his arm.

Sometimes you do it just to make him feel loved, and not like the Ashy Slashy monster the rest of his so called friends and neighbours call him.

When the two of you move into the trailer and get some semblance of a ‘normal’ life back, he’s all over you. Literally just all the time, 24/7, so be ready for that.

Lots of kisses in the Delta - you’re straddling his lap, thighs pressed tightly against his in the driver’s seat. He groans against your lips as you push his head back against the head rest, tilting his chin up until the pressure of his lips against yours is almost too much to bear. His hands run over your back, clenching sometimes - bruising - when he becomes too overwhelmed.

Sometimes he just gets so dang happy when he realises that you are still here and haven’t left him and he gets to love you forever.

He likes to kiss your neck, mainly so his bottom lip can brush against the necklace he gave you all those years ago that you still haven’t taken off.

Then there are sleepy kisses!!! The kind where it’s only the two of you lying under the silky moonlight that filters through the battered metal of the trailer. Him in his underwear, bear chest against your back in your tiny sofa bed, clumsy duvet nearly on the floor. Sleepily, he’ll murmur in his sleep as he spoons you, sometimes waking up from his nightmares and just trying his best not to rustle you as he leans over and kisses your forehead, before tucking his chin back against your hair.

Sneaking into his work during your lunch breaks and making out in the backroom until his boss finds the two of you.

Sometimes he’ll do these kisses when he comes back home from the shop, where he kind of just towers over you. His hands barely linger, ghosting against your face and you can just tell as he rests against you that behind those closed eyes he’s dreaming of asking you to marry him and have a normal life with him but he can never sum up the courage to be that selfish.

Kisses where the two of you slow dance to cheesy 80s music in the nearest town’s crumbly little bar at the weekend.

He dips you down, but as he’s got older his hip and knees have gotten a little weaker so there’s just a little wide eyed look of shock on his face as you both fall the floor laughing.

He’s just completely smitten with you, and although he finds love language hard, the best way he knows how to tell you is through the spontaneous kisses he gives you.

[thefanficmonster]

Perspective

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here.  My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“ 

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that.  My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it -  I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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