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cosmiccandydreamer · 4 years ago

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Stability Chapter 14

*****The ending to Stability is here! Stay tuned for the ending in the finale coming "Tranquility" WARNING THIS CHAPTER DEALS WITH CHILD LOSS. Sorry if it's a spoiler, but I wanted to warn y'all. *******

"Wake the fuck up, you piece of shit!" Otis was jerked awake by the loud sound of Wydell screaming in his face and kicking the foundation under him. He adjusted his eyes and found to his horror and he was tied to a chair. They were back at the house in Ruggsville. Looking to his side, he saw his sister and Spaulding in the same situation. Wydell backed away from him, taking a massive swig from his whisky bottle before slamming it back down on the table.

The trio was tried on chairs and shown other pictures of the victims that they had recovered. This was a small amount that you could not shove in the trunk of your car as evidence. Wydell was in a drunken haze and rage. Vengeance had overtaken him; the idea that he was the hand of God sent here to cleanse the earth has consumed him. He held up a picture in front of Baby's face asking her if she remembers the girl in the picture; he then turns to show Otis, "not so attractive after we pulled her out of your little torture shack.” Otis laughed darkly " I tried that bitch to my bed for a month, busted her wide open.”

Wydell spits on the ground next to him in disgust. "Well, he's a little memento for your time together" " that bitch was mine," Baby spat out, "stupid whore" Wydell suddenly grabbed the staple gun he had placed on the floor next to the table and, to Otis and Spalding's horror, stapled it to Baby's stomach. The men exchanged looks of anger, panic, and worry. The love for their daughter and sister and the fact they were helpless to her pain was torture in itself. "Which one did you say you busted open again? This one, right?!" Wydell then grabbed the second photo stapling it to Otis's chest. The sharp pain shot thru him, and he grew angrier.

"Alright, alright, now that I got everyone's attention, I have one more picture to show y'all, and now I'ma need y'all to make sure you take a good look, and I mean a good look…" he took another swig off his whiskey and reached down to grab another picture. "Now I've been looking for this little lady, and now I hear she goes by the name Kitty driftwood, which is a dumbass name if you ask me, but her government name is ( y/n y/last name )."

He held up a picture of you taken at the hotel as you were loading up the car. Otis froze in his seat, and his palms become sweaty and hot. He swallowed as his throat became tight; you looked scared in the picture.. lost and alone. He did this to you, and he made you go on without him; he thought it was the right thing to do now, he's not sure. "Ringing any bells for all of you? Hmm"? Wydell asked, holding your picture in front of Baby and Spaulding. "I've never seen that bitch before," Baby spat. "I don't know who she is.” " What about you, Otis? She seems to be going by your last name.. any idea about why that would be?" Otis silently cursed you for being so casual with his last name. He was glad you didn't use your real name, but any association with them was problematic. "She might have been some Stockholm syndrome bitch who got away, I don't fucking know," Otis replied, trying to steady in his voice.. "you expect me to remember every whore that comes thru the door," he scoffed. Wydell chuckled. "I would expect you to remember your wife, Otis" Otis straightened himself a bit more, looking at Wydell in the eyes but not responding. His heart was racing now.. how much did he know about you.. "now see, at first, I thought she was just some poor soul that got turned around and was lucky enough to escape your freak show. That was until my men started to see her more and more with you clowns. And one of the men overhead her introduced herself as Kitty driftwood. I did some digging, and that's not who she is at all. She's the only survivor of the San Diego massacre. You may not remember it's been a long time, but she seems to have started a life of some sort out here after the death of her family." Wydell shifted through the pictures clicking his tongue. Otis knew about your past; he got curious one day and dug into your public records years ago. He wanted to see if anyone besides your father would come looking for you if you were to join the family. He realized you didn't remember everything that had happened back then and didn't want to bring up those memories for you.

"Why are you telling us all this?" Spalding asked, "what you do with her? What are you going to do with us? Stop playing these games, goddammit!". "I'm so glad you asked," Wydell replied, taking another drink. "so when I got word of a girl matching this description, I had my men trail her; I met up with them close to the Mexican border and decided to go check out if this was the same Lil lady. Now I expected her to be a shit ball bag of ugly in person, if I’m honest. I mean running around you all one can only expect," he chuckled " So you can imagine my surprise when I pulled over her car and saw she was a pretty little thing," he whistles " I thought about taking her out of the car and doing a little strip search myself." Otis felt his face get hot; he was becoming angrier than he's ever been. He twisted his hands in the bound rope on the chair; his breathing became more erratic. "Oh, you don't like that, huh? The idea of someone taking your woman and just having their way with her? Ironic isn't it, so I pull up, and we have a little chat. I ask her to get out of the vehicle". Baby looked over at her and saw his eyes had become dilated with rage. "You better not of hurt my sister," she said, her own eyes stinging with the tears that started to fall, "you son of a bitch".

"Now see what I did here," Wydell said, pulling up the chair closer to Baby while she whined and tried to look away from him. Otis just stared at him, his rage building and building.. he wasn't one to get anxious, but this was causing him extreme anxiety. "I prayed, I asked God to tell me what to do next because when I saw her beautiful (y/e/c) with sadness and fear, I felt I had a choice to make, Well I decided to give her a chance to come to the righteous side of glory with God. so I asked her to step out of the car, she did slowly with her arms up as I asked. She looked warm in the face and asked if she was alright; she said she was fine, just the heat was getting to her and her baby.” “Baby? Is she with a child? Oh my god, OTIS!” Baby yelled, looking over at her brother and father. “Otis, did you hear? You’re going to be a daddy!” a giant smile appeared on her face despite the situation they were in. A child, what a miracle. Otis was quiet, and his expression blank; a baby? No wonder she was so sick, no wonder she looks so worried and so scared. He finally spoke with a calm and collected tone, “where are she and my child?”. He looked at Wydell in the eyes and waited for an answer.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it before answering, blowing smoke in their faces.” when I saw she was with child, I knew it was your Otis, I saw it in her eyes when she looked at the picture I held up of you. This means this was a 50/50 chance of being a miracle baby, a child of God, or a spawn of the devil. I decided to give Mrs. driftwood a chance to renounce her sinful ways with your freak show; tell me everything I want to know, and I would provide safe passage for her and her unborn child.

"I'm not going to ask you again where she is." Otis said his patients running thin "where the hell is my wife and my child?"

"I'm the one telling the story here, so I'm going to need you to be patient," Wydell said. "She stood there in the blistering heat next to her car, her hands up in the air. I told her to relax, put him down by her side, and we're just going to have a chat. I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. I had it in my right mind to take her then in there just like you had taken all those innocent women at your disposal."

Otis flinched in his chair, attempting to reach towards the sheriff. "I swear to satan if you touched her"

"Or what?" Wydell laughed, "You're not in the position to make any threats but calm down. I didn't feed my devilish temptations." He took another drag of the cigarette. "No, what I did was I told her that at this very moment, the compound where your merry band of freaks was hiding was being raided and that there was no way out of this. I knew who she was. I knew what she'd been through, and I told her that she doesn't want a life where she's just running cooperate with us, and we'll see what we can do for her. The moment I looked into her eyes, I knew she was not going to give you freaks up. She shook her head. I don't know what you're talking about and bit her lower lip. I decided at that moment that I was going to leave it up to God. I asked her to turn around and put her hands on the car. She did, then I pulled my knife." He pulled out a giant hunting knife and laid it on the table. The trio didn't speak collectively, waiting for the following words out of his mouth. All three of them were frozen in fear. They all loved you and felt powerless in the situation for themselves and what possibly may come next. "See, I walked up to her, and I said that this seed you're carrying now if it's the spawn of the devil you know I can't allow that to pollute this world any further, but this could also be one of God's children who am I to make that decision? And she looked back at me and asked what I mean, And so I got my knife, And I showed it to her, and I said, you know whatever happens next is up to God, and I stabbed her in the stomach. " As soon as those words left his mouth, Baby started to scream, "liar, you didn't lie you wouldn't stab a pregnant woman, lies you're just trying to break us, Otis doesn’t listen he's lying" Spalding spat a bunch of insults at the sheriff. Otis remained catatonic in his rage. He was so angry that he couldn't speak. He couldn't move. He could barely breathe.

The sheriff then pulled out a photo and said, "now I'm not saying I killed her, and I'm not saying it killed the baby. All I'm saying is I used my hand to be an instrument of God, and if God wanted the baby to survive, then that means it was a child of God. If it passed away well, then it was the spawn of Satan; either way, that is what happened" He slowly slid a photo of you on the ground clenching your bleeding stomach. "You should have seen the surprise on her face when I put out the Polaroid and snapped the photo of her." Baby cried and screamed; giant tears were falling from her beautiful blue eyes, Spalding still angry, throwing insults at the sheriff. Otis finally looked up, and in the most profound, most demonic voice anyone had ever heard, he quietly said, "I will watch you die. I will tear your soul apart.” Wydell stood up and grabbed a large nail from the table. “Don’t know how you’re gonna do that with your hands nailed down!” suddenly, he slammed the nails into his hands, nailing him to the table. He screamed in horror and agony at what had just taken place. Baby looked over to her brother, feeling helpless to his pain, when suddenly she felt her ties being loosened and she was free, “ you’re free to go, Babygirl, now run along run!!!!”. Wydell screamed in her face laughing; she took off toward the door; she didn’t need to be told twice.

As she ran towards what she thought was freedom, he started to pour gasoline all over the house, engulfing the once wonderful home that you all shared. As the flames lifted around them, the two men struggled to get free. The sheriff went after her, shooting into the air and taunting her as he chased her. One of the bullets hitting her in the leg and causing her to fall, but just as he thought he would have her meet her maker, tiny appeared, saving the day by breaking his neck. If it weren’t for this gentle giant, everyone would have perished in the fire. He was able to save everyone. Unfortunately, he chose not to come with the trio.

Otis took off towards the highway. He knew in his heart that you weren't dead. He would have felt it. Your connection was too strong but still, in the back of his mind, what if you weren't what he would do? He knew that he would set the world on fire that much would be for sure, but he could not fathom a reality with you, not by his side. He drove fast and faster towards your designated meet point. Nothing could stop him now except for the mountain of the police officers blocking the highway entrance. He looked over at the trio, and with a collective nod, they raced toward the police guns blazing. They had come this far, and nothing would stop them. Nothing would keep Otis from you; he pictured your face in his mind as he drove, the smell of your shampoo when he buried his face in your hair, the sound of your laugh. He had to try and get to you. There was a rain of gunfire that engulfed the vehicle. They didn't get far. Eventually, they all were stopped from the blood loss and the bullet holes they were taken to the hospital. He had failed you again.

Otis is right, though. You survived the encounter; what the sheriff didn't know was the ritual, The ritual that you all had done every Halloween, the ritual that you sacrificed souls so you could live on and become immortal through luck. This meant that if you were faced with a situation such as this, the universe would conspire to assist you all. Unfortunately, you were not pregnant during your last ritual. As you clenched your bleeding stomach, you pulled yourself into the vehicle. You were able to pull yourself into the vehicle and speed off as soon as you saw Wydell in the distance. You drove and drove until eventually, your vision got blurry, and you passed out. Somehow your car has come to a stop and ended up in a small town just on the Mexican border. A sweet couple pulled you out of the car and patched you up. The idea that you lost your child destroyed you and broke your heart. The blood loss was too much, and you miscarried. Pulling yourself together, you searched through your items, found one of your fake IDs, and headed toward Mexico, not before stopping into Brownsville to check and see if a particular person was still here.

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lunelantern · 5 years ago

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~Sasusaku analysis ~

~Sasusaku analysis ~ ~~ Sasuke and Sakura - - pair analysis ~~ ~THE BRIDGE SCENE~ (Team 7 Reunion - - after the Five Kage Summit)

---PART 2---

The bridge is broken it can't connect she can't reach to him.

"Why would you want to join me?", again, shockingly and amusingly, it's Sasuke who initiates the dialogue in such a personal and intimate note. He knows about her underlying intentions, he's inwardly insulted by her rather cowardly act (to moor to such a precious past memory of sincerity from him as a deceiving tool to kill him) and yet he still doesn't snap.

He's severely injured, his weakened, he's tired, he's bleeding, he is almost blind, he is running out of time, he's chased by strong shinobi, enemies are on his tail, the Kage are probably rushing to get their hands on him, he has all the reasons in the universe to cut any trifling conversation short and vanish from there.

But no!

No, he takes his time to chatter with Sakura who, hypothetically speaking, means nothing but a severed and unimportant past bond to him.

This only proves that Sasuke cares SO MUCH about Sakura that he's actually rendering his running-out time to silence and takes his time to explain their differences to her, as she seeks to still reel in confusion.

Using personal, intimate phrases with such a tone in his voice like he's her lover. The tragi-comedy derived from this act is bittersweet humorous and very theatrical. And so unlike the conniption that Sasuke normally displays.

This time, the reader is directly introduced into the manga to increase the tension and the feelings of the moment. Unlike the first time when no one was present, not even the reader when the departed from the village, ar have Karin as a witness hut she's the voice of the reader. And so we as the audience can have full access to feel the built up drama of the moment. We feel the pain and angst and haunting anticipation churning in our own hearts as viewed through Karina's lenses (a metaphor for letting us know that we could also be seeing a distorted, false representation of what transpires between them _the manga wants to confuse us even more).

"What are you trying to pull?" he flat out warns her to proceed with cautious when touching memories that he treasures deeply as thru are iconic and holy to Sasuke (he tells Danzo "do not talk to me about Itachi, as per reference to how Sasuke doesn't react well when someone touches something that's untouchable and sacred to him). Also letting her know first-hand that she can drop her act of deception because it will never work with him.

It's a double insult. Not only she's ridiculing a precious memory but she is also mocking his shinobi skills.

He's still calm yet which speaks volumes for how easily his conniption flames when provoked. It proves that Sakura is definitely someone of utter importance to him, someone very special if he's that patient with her.

What is she trying to achieve by appearing before him in this morn of the biggest manga conflict? Why does she stand before him with so much inner turmoil?

Sakura's confusion shows the difference between them. "I have no ulterior motive!" she knows that it's pointless to deny it and she'll only make herself look ridiculous in his eyes using such cliché and feeble deceiving methods to corner a top-tier shinobi like Sasuke. Also, her words could be interpreted as the respond to what Sasuke inwardly tried to ask as she lets him know that, in spite of any linger animosity that separate them, she's honest when she says she wants to be with him.

She suggests that her love is still honest despite their differences which seem to be unconquerable as per now.

She changes everything with her very next answer. "ever since you've left the village I've regretted not going with you!" this is exactly where the genius of the author unravels. How makes the transitions between conflicting emotions flow in effortlessly sublime cursively description.

In the blink of an eye, Sakura as provoked by Sasuke's conflicting reactions and his TOO personal approach - he's even more direct and overtly more mature and less censored with her than his 12 years old boy self in the evening of his puberty, let her emotions fly free form her heart, like setting a caged nightingale free from its golden cage.

And so, the atmosphere shifts along with her.

She is one hundred percent SINCERE.

This is her speaking form the bottom of her heart like an apology and a confirmation to Sasuke that she isn't trying to invalidate or make fun of his "thank you" and tarnish their precious moment.

She regretted not being able to leave with him, she was broken by his departure, she was desperate not to lose him and she had lived with that haunting pain of losing someone she loves up to today.

Not being with him is something that she still desires. She loves him even now and Sasuke sees it.

He feels her honesty, she unclad from her veneer of shinobi deception and shouts to him words that come straight from the bottom of the heart of a woman who loves him. Her melodious voice is laces with the familiar despair as a torment and pain renders Sasuke speechless.

If Sasuke doesn't know what's like to lose someone you love, then no one does.

Nagato teaches Naruto that pain (negative emotions) have a stronger impact than love (positive emotions), for they have the transcendental power to bring two people together as brothers.

And it's exactly this pain which now e wreaths Sasuke and Sakura with invisible threads, creating a bond.

Sasuke knows the pain of losing someone and Sakura wholeheartedly confesses that she still harbors the pain of losing him - - the pain of distance between lovers - - in her heart.

The two following panels are illustrative and speak for themselves to support Sakura's words. Karin portrays the shock that her words produce in the eyes of the audience and cementing Sakura's perspective as Sasuke's lover - she appears before him as a lover and not Sakura the Leaf shinobi - and Sasuke's atmosphere soothes and softness.

Quietly, he let her words sink in for she touches deep parts of his bleeding hearts that were deeply buried under piles of broken mirrors and ashes, pain and remorse.

His facial expression is sweeter, softer, introspective and touched by the blurt of sincerity for her.

The drama unfolding between them is purely genius work of art in the finesse of its masterpiece execution. Sasuke is presented in such a moment, a furtive moment of sweetness and softness, right after he clashed with Danzo and had his fulminant near dead experience eight the Five Kage - - all moments when his spirit grew so fill of demons and darkness that stunned even Gaara and Danzo!

This is the real power that lies in Sakura's character. This is why she's one of the manga's pillar. Her symbolism, the heart-touching metaphor of her iconic character shines brighter than thousand suns: Sakura is the prosopopeia of the LOVE THAT HEALS.

Her love is sacred, holy. She represents the God's supreme sacrifice in the name of love, the supreme sacrifice done out of love to purge the entire sin from the world. Such love elevates, it's a blessing from Heaven, the Hand of God anointing the pitiful spirit of the mortals and imparting Forgiveness and Mercy.

Hers is the love that has been blessed with holiness. The power TO save the fallen angel from Purgatory and to RAISE THE FALLEN SOUL TO HEAVENS.

Such an irresistible force is capable to placate Sasuke as he stares back at her in silence. Speechless.

No visual prowess, no magical power, there's no human power that's capable to stay strong in front of such omnipotent and divine love. None!

Love is supreme, is holy, it's the liaison that God has imparted to mortals. The only anchor to reunite with God is love.

What follows is another stupendous craftsmanship of the authors genius and intelligence because we have the duality of Sakura's character conjoined in one single panel, but in reverse. She says: "I'll do whatever you want. I don't want to have anymore regrets."

Sakura realizes her moment of weakness in her previous moment of sincerity and hastily tries to ward those feelings off as they distract her from her purpose (she came with a strong resolve as a dutiful shinobi of the Leaf - - to kill an S ranked International criminal), and tries to correct her mistake, but in her haste, her next sentence is what cements her downfall.

She fails terribly and irrecoverably when she says: "I'll do whatever you want." This like led to her doom. She almost invalidated everything that's she achieved so far with this mistake.

And Sasuke instantly responds accordingly. He reverts back to his dark, furious self, he glares at her in sheer angst, furrows his eyebrows as a reference that he didn't like what he heard and mocks her darkly, punishing her for her stupid slip: "Do you know what I want to do?" implying that only a helpless fool would toss such a mindless offer to the enemy.

But... She was honest when she immediately added that "I don't want to have any more regrets."

Which means that no matter what an international criminal like him asks, she'll do anything obediently and willingly with NO regrets?! Sasuke seems like he won't let anyone ridicule the concept of pure love, not even Sakura herself. He can't stay passive and let her make fun of her own self. He won't forgive even her for making fun or taking what's precious to him lightly. "I won't forgive even you"

He punishes her for both her mindless assertion of staining the sacrosanct image of love AND for attempting to fight a shinobi of his caliber using such sheer stupid machinations.

Even the fact that she manages to infuriate Sasuke so much proves that Sakura means more to him than the eyes can see. Otherwise she won't be capable to elicit such strong emotions from him. If she was someone unimportant Sasuke would have disposed if her like nothing. One doesn't get angry at someone or something if it doesn't evoke strong PERSONAL feelings.

Ironically enough, the fact that Sasuke reacts so vehemently is a solid proof of how much he loves Sakura.

The fact that their feelings are mutual and their perfect communion and connection is revealed by the parallelism of their expressions: when Sakura is sincere, Sasuke's expression softens. When she is deceiving and rough with him, he scowls and his tone turns dark, dangerous and calloused.

"Do you know what I want to do?" Sasuke's forewarning words - - akin to saying "be careful what you wish for" - - delineate the end of their encounter as lovers. From here on out, the heart-jerking romance takes a dramatic turn.

From here on out, is a battle between two shinobi with Sakura doing everything wrong because she can't find balance between the shinobi and the woman in love. True to Zabuza`s words, she can't mask her inner feelings and act as a heartless shinobi. She can't forgo being human.

And Sasuke is taxing her for every single mistake. If she wants to face him as a shinobi, then he'll act exactly like that, both psychologically and physically and he's million miles away ahead from her, excelling in both.

He responds to her attempt to psychologically corner and weaken him with words so crushingly sincere that pierce the knife of terror and fear so violently straight to her heart, revealing exactly what his intentions are: he wants to crush the world she lives in ("I want to destroy the village and everyone inside").

Sakura isn't stupid or naive as she knows that Sasuke isn't either. She knows that if she plunges at him directly at him wearing her heart on her sleeve, she stands no chance.

So her only hypothetical chance is to use deception and intelligence to try and lure him into a clever trap which is hard because there are so many elements that she doesn't know about this new Sasuke. She doesn't know the real level of his current powers, she doesn't know how smart he's become, he doesn't know what's capable of, he doesn't know his heart, he doesn't know anything about THIS Sasuke anymore - - he left as a child and now he's an adolescent.

Her only chance would be a prolonged tactical battle in which she keeps at distance and tries to gain Intel on him.

Practically, no matter how insanely intelligent, resourceful and strong Sakura is... She stands no chance against him. None.

And she knows it.

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stereksecretsanta · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @nosetothewind94!

I wish you all the best on this holiday season, and I dearly hope this little ficlet finds you happy and well. Enjoy the time with your loved ones, and have a few wonderful days until the end of the year and the coming decade!

*****

You Knew You Were Lost

It was the light that drew him in like a moth, breaking through the lines of trees in flecks of gold and bright white. Derek was out on the run with his family, the full moon bright overhead and the forest floor black and endless below his paws, but the light – the light made him change his track, separate from the pack, trot deeper into the thicker rows of trees here at the head of the Beacon Hills preserve.

People never got into these woods during a full moon. All of them knew there was a wolf pack roaming free, and that it could get dangerous to meet them by night. Not that this wasn’t stupid – Derek and his family had never attacked a person, not without reason at least – but it allowed the Hales to move more freely at night, enjoying their run under the moon as one pack, one family.

A family of werewolves, but a family nonetheless.

Derek walked slower, towards the light that had all but faded now. He could smell something that held the scent of wet metal, and he didn’t need a second to realize that it was blood – but not fresh. The wolf weaved through the underbrush and towards a clearing and then stopped in his tracks, taking in the scene.

There was an upturned metal bowl, like a cauldron, and a stomped-out fire. The floor was slightly wet from the contents of the bowl, where the blood smelled the strongest… And right next to it, completely wrapped up in clothes that were far, far too big for it, was a fox.

But you are no fox, Derek thought, looking at those brown eyes and slightly upturned, pointy nose. The fox flattened his ears in reflex, then startled at what had to be an unfamiliar feeling, and proceeded to try to touch his own ears with his front paw. He opened his mouth, presumably to speak, but all that got out was a high-pitched whine. He shut his teeth again with an audible click, looking something between elated and horrified.

His leg was still somewhat stuck in those oversized jeans and he looked positively ridiculous.

Derek cocked his head to the side, then lowered himself to the forest floor to make himself smaller, more unsuspecting. There was no way to talk to the fox, although he was rather sure he would be able to understand human language – still, in this form Derek himself was unable to form it. He wagged his tail lightly, to appear more friendly, and peered up at the fox from his position on the ground.

The fox sneezed, but his tail moved happily, like a fuzzy snake wiggling back and forth. He wasn’t really distressed, from the looks of it. Just… very surprised.

Slowly Derek stood back up, getting closer to the fox and walking around him. He looked… just like an average fox, really, with somewhat splotchy, reddish fur that turned while on the belly area. His paws were black, and there was a tuft of wild fur standing up between his ever-moving ears that gave him the impression of a wild haircut. His eyes were almost too human in their intelligence.

Derek stepped closer to him, nudging him out of the jeans with the tip of his nose. The fox made an indignant sound of frustration, but finally got his leg free, standing of all fours for the first time now, looking as if he still needed to get the hang of it.

And maybe he did.

The black wolf didn’t consider any longer; he leaned forward, closing his teeth in the fur of the fox’s neck, lifting him up despite his squawk of surprise. It wouldn’t hurt him; Derek himself had been carried like this since he’d been a small pup, barely able to walk on his own. Carrying a fox wasn’t a hardship – they didn’t weight much, anyway, and this one immediately went limp in his grip, letting himself be handled.

Derek huffed darkly, then trotted back towards his mother howling for him deeper in the woods. He’d find out who this was.

+++++ “I assume you haven’t been born like this?” Derek asked once he was back to the Hale house, back to his human form, and still alone; he’d left the others in the woods, left to their run and their freedom. The fox sat on his knees, looking up at him and frowning in the perfect impression of a somewhat constipated teenager, before shaking his head in what was clearly a humanoid gesture. So he did understand him, just like he had thought.

“You were, what? Changed into this? Cast a spell upon? Cursed – “

An eager nod. The fox yipped once, then pawed at Derek’s shoulder, like he wanted to tell him “you got it in one”. Derek frowned at the overly friendly gesture, but let it slide.

“I know someone… who might be able to help. We’ll go there first thing tomorrow.”

A disappointed whine.

“We’re not going anywhere today, it’s the middle of the night, and even my … contacts have their limitation. If you want me to help you you gotta play along a little.” He sighed. “We also need to find a way for you to tell me your name – “

At that the fox leapt off his legs, sniffing and padding through the room as if it belonged to him. Derek followed him slowly, an eyebrow raised, mostly curious what he would do.

In the end he watched him pull a newspaper from the heap of old magazines his dad had stacked neatly next to the fireplace, spreading it out on the floor. The fox looked expectantly up at Derek as he set his left foot down on one of the headlines.

Derek squinted. The clawed paw was pointing at a letter.

“S.”

With a dramatic nod the fox looked for the next one, repeating his performance. Derek kept reading.

“T. I. L. E. S. … what the hell is a Stiles?”

There was an indignant huff, and the fox – Stiles, apparently – flopped down on his belly, looking up with a pout. Derek relented.

“Alright, alright. Now come on, it’s time to go to bed. You’re sleeping in my room.”

Stiles followed him keenly, and if ‘in my room’ was a code for ‘in my bed, with your fuzzy head on the pillow and your feet everywhere in my face when I wake in the morning’, well… Derek didn’t have to tell anyone.

+++++

“He’s very clearly been cursed,” Alan Deaton said in a sombre tone, setting the stethoscope down. Stiles was seated on his metal table, looking unhappy to be where he was, but bravely facing the situation without as much as a whine.

Derek didn’t want to say it, but he was a little proud of him.

“Well, is there a way to un-curse him?” the werewolf asked drily, rubbing the back of his head. Stiles looked over at him and his tail moved again, indicating a certain happiness that he had asked for him.

“Unfortunately,” Deaton began, and Derek felt his heart sinking in his chest, “this curse cannot be solved through anything I have access to. On the other hand, from what I can see it’s time-bound. It should only remain for a week, and then he should turn back into his old self all on his own. No magical tinctures required.”

“And his… family?” Derek hazarded. At the mention of family Stiles’ eyes went wide, and he whined mournfully. So he hadn’t thought about this yet.

“Thankfully, I do know where this young man belongs to,” Deaton replied, not even missing a beat. “I will make sure his father does not consider him missing in the meantime. Unfortunately, this means he is safest off in your hands for the time being…”

“I get it,” Derek replied, a little gruff. But he stepped forward, already lifting Stiles back up into his arms. He didn’t really mind the feeling of the fur against his skin, or the way Stiles moved to wiggle around in his arms until he was comfortable – not even the slightest bit. Maybe that should worry him.

He left the vet’s office, ignoring the people staring at him for the fox perched halfway on his shoulder, looking as if the entire world belonged to him.

+++++

They rode back home in the Camaro, Stiles on the passenger seat with his nose pressed against the window. He made a whining noise once they drove past the first fast food joint, and then another after the next, and finally Derek relented, steering the sleek black car into the Drive-Thru.

“I don’t even know what you like,” the werewolf murmured half to himself. Stiles sat up straighter, then climbed over onto his lap, paw pointing at the plastic pictures of… cheeseburger and curly fries.

Well then.

They ate in the parking lot, and finally Stiles curled up on Derek’s discarded jacket, making the happiest sound Derek had ever heard from a fox. He had torn through the entire package of curly fries like a starving man, and maybe that was just what he was, underneath the cursed skin of a woodland animal.

Derek watched him for a moment, sipping his drink; then he started the motor, taking them towards the Beacon Hills preserve.

+++++

The rather peaceful time he had been able to enjoy the last evening, was all for naught as soon as he took only but one step through the door.

His older sister, Laura, was the first to approach him, opening her mouth to say something, but stopping entirely in her tracks once she spotted the fox. Her face lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree.

"Oh... Oh, Derek! What’s this?"

“A smoothie," Derek replied on instinct. Stiles made a noise between a whelp and a sneeze, and the werewolf figured he might be laughing.

So he got the reference, huh? A nerd fox.

"That's Stiles," Derek finally said, taking half a step back as his sister came closer and closer to try to look at the animal on his arm. "He was cursed in the woods or something. I just took him to Deaton, and he said he should change back in a bit."

"Cursed?"

Laura looked up in sudden alarm, worry crossing her face. It was painfully easy for Derek to read his family, most of all his sisters.

"By whom? Is there a witch on our grounds..? Do we need to tell mom?", she asked, almost talking to herself. Then she shook her head lightly and made a clicking sound.

"Cora! Come here! You gotta see this!"

Cora, the younger sister, bounded down the stairs almost immediately, her customary frown etched into her face. She was clearly not amused by this disturbance... until she saw the fox.

"OH MY GOSH! IT'S SO CUTE!"

Cora darted forward as if stung, almost immediately up in Derek’s personal space. Stiles, however, put back his ears and growled in a sudden display of aggression.

"Don't touch him," Derek said reflexively. It was out of his mouth before he even realized he said it.

Cora froze with her hand outstretched, and Stiles bared his teeth and ruffled up the raggedy fur at the back of his neck, trying to appear bigger or more imposing. Derek held him a little tighter.

"He's cursed, he's no pet, and he's a little - skittish. You don't want him to bite you, okay?"

"Oh... wow, you two are... ", she mumbled, but then pressed her lips together and retreated with a nod. Laura's lips, right next to her, were stretched into a fond smile.

"How long will this curse last?"

"A week," Derek said, eyeing Cora with confusion. What did she mean? He tried to catch Stiles' gaze, but the fox proceeded to try to bury himself in his jacket, disappearing entirely and staying slotted between his chest and his clothes. It was way less uncomfortable than Derek had expected. "Deaton said he should stay here for the time being. His family won't look for him, he informed them he's... I don't know. Off somewhere."

Laura nodded at that, an almost knowing smile on her lips. It was, quite frankly, a little unsettling to see. "

Okay. Is he... yeah, he is comfortable with you, from the looks of it. That’s very good to know. Have you two already eaten?"

At that Stiles' head popped up, ears wiggling.

"Despite what he's probably trying to tell you with his body language, yes, we had horrible and unhealthy fast food on his request."

Stiles looked at him from the collar of his jacket, protesting loudly. Derek just ruffled his head between his ears without thinking about it.

"So yeah, we're good. I think."

Laura nodded again, then placed one hand on Cora's shoulder.

"Come on, let's leave them alone. Give them the extra bonding time..."

"I wonder who he is? And who cursed him! Hey, foxy, once you're back to speaking, we can kick that witches' arse!", Cora announced with a big and toothy grin before turning around, following her sister down the corridor.

Stiles' ear flopped a little to the side as he watched the two of them leave, and Derek had the feeling he let out a long breath of air like a sigh.

"They're not that bad," he said quietly, just loud enough for Stiles to hear. The fox didn't seem to agree and burrowed deeper into his jacket with a growl of open disagreement.

Derek just smiled, taking him up to his room.

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Stiles stayed in his bed this night – like every other night, in fact.

During the day, they were out together as well. Stiles had a good look at the unfamiliar house, kind of avoided Derek’s sisters, then got to know his parents and Peter, who just stared at him and then went off laughing like a maniac. Then he accompanied Derek during his run through the forest, and it ended with Derek transforming into a wolf as well, and them playing until they fell asleep, with the wolf curled around the smaller fox.

Derek noticed that it was actually really nice having Stiles around, although he was a tiny troublemaker. He loved to play pranks, and judging from the sounds he made as a fox, he would be really talkative as a human. He didn't let the others touch him, but he always curled up really close to Derek, or right up inside his clothes. One day he also walked around with one of his hoodies on his back, tail wagging and tongue lolling out, as if this was the best thing ever.

It was odd, having Stiles around... but odd in the best ways possible. Derek studied with the fox spread out on his lap, read him from his favourite science fiction books (all of them dog-eared and with yellowed pages through and through), and went on his morning run with nobody else than the fox at his side. And damn, it felt... good, having someone he could share all this with. Someone at his side, that seemed to understand him.

"I wonder if we would have been friends if you were never cursed," Derek said one night, stretched out on his bed, looking at Stiles on his back, feet in the air. The fox looked back at him, one ear flopping to the side as he slowly edged closer, closer, until his nose almost touched Derek's face. He made a sound close to a whine, then opened his mouth and shut it again. Finally, he moved his tail.

"I have no idea what you want to tell me," Derek replied softly, ruffling his fur and leaning in to brush his nose against Stiles' cheek. He felt so warm like this - warm and comforting in the best way, and if Derek took a deep breath he smelled something absolutely divine, like warm cinnamon in deepest winter...

Stiles edged even closer, appearing sad now. He pushed himself underneath Derek's head, yipping briefly.

"I’m sorry, Stiles," Derek said quietly, rubbing his belly and holding him close. The smell only seemed to grow stronger, and he sighed deeply, eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of warmth, of a closeness he had never felt, he’d never experienced before, and which he wanted to last –

Derek vaguely remembered falling asleep like that. He felt Stiles' warm fur, his soft breathing, the nice scent, everything was there...

...and he certainly hadn't expected it to turn into flailing limbs the next day. Limbs that fell right out of his bed with a loud thumb.

"OH, FUCK!"

"What the," Derek said suddenly and with fervour, sitting up with a start. Just seconds ago - or, well, what felt like seconds ago - he'd held on to small furry limbs, and now?

Now the most beautiful, warm eyes stared back at him from the floor of his bedroom, and the pointy, fuzzy ears were gone, and the fur was, too, and Stiles - Stiles was a human, a very naked, very good-looking human, mind, and the smell of cinnamon was everywhere –

“Holy shit,” the boy said, and Derek felt his heart soaring at the sound of his voice, like things inside of him slotted back together and were finally, finally in the right place, and –

He hoisted the boy – Stiles, now the real Stiles – up on the bed, earning him a squeak that sounded familiar for some reasons, and threw his arms around him. The embrace was different – those limbs were longer now, and felt… different, but better even still – but the smell was the same, tantalizing sweetness and something Derek had never found before.

Then Stiles made another high-pitched sound.

“Dude. Not complaining on the hug front, but I am sorta naked here??”

“Right,” Derek coughed, sitting back. Stiles almost immediately grabbed a blanket and wrapped himself up in it, only his head peering out with wide eyes. He was… smiling. It looked stunning on him, and Derek really, really wanted to kiss him.

“You are even prettier with these eyes,” the boy muttered. Derek ducked his head a little, watching him closely. He felt himself flush, but in the best way.

“As are you. I think we got a lot to talk about, now that you can…”

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fandom-imagines-stories · 6 years ago

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Nothing Left

John Mitchell x Reader

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Summary: Walking home from a late shift at work, you’re attacked and go missing for nearly 24 hours. Your worried boyfriend, Mitchell, searches endlessly, but to no avail. When you return, new changes and memories of the attack haunt you and forces Mitchell to face his greatest fear.

Notes: I started Being Human a while ago and I really enjoy the premise and the characters. Plus, Aidan Turner will forever own my soul. And yes, I know humans can’t see Annie, but I’m breaking that rule for this alright! Also, the timeline isn’t going to be accurate. The perspective is going to jump from the reader to Mitchell often because I felt like it really helped set the panicked mood. (This is when Lauren was evil so there won’t be any redemption for her in this one) This may be getting a part two! We’ll see how it goes.

Warnings: This is going to deal with some torture, gore, and a pretty vivid description of death. Feel free to skip if uncomfortable, it’ll be a dark one. (I hope to be writing some Mitchell fluff at some point)

You were the most beautifully normal thing in his life. He was the dark that you’d grown so fond of in a life of being forced into the limelight. You were his redemption and he was your escape. You warmed his cold heart and he had restored your faith in love.

Mitchell watched the sun make your skin glow in its morning light. Even when you slept, you were so alive. He ran a finger down your cheek and placed a kiss on your forehead before quietly sneaking down the kitchen to let you sleep in while he made breakfast. You needed as much sleep as you could get with your shift tonight. He hated it when you worked late because you always insisted on walking alone. You always said that you enjoyed the quiet of the night, but you didn't know what truly waited in the dark.

When Mitchell told you that he was a vampire, you were surprisingly open to the idea. You wanted to help him, no matter what it took. But you were blissfully unaware of the threat that the rest of the vampires posed.

You slowly opened your eyes, groaning as the sun cued you to wake up. Your feet dragged across the hallway floor and you could just hear the sound of whistling while the smell of eggs and sausage wafted up the stairs. Annie was sitting atop the kitchen counter while Mitchell cooked, whistling a tune. She shot you a suggestive look.

“What’s got him in such a good mood?” She asked. You shrugged and she gave you a wink and the two of you giggled behind his back.

“What are you two going on about?” He plated the foot and draped an arm around your waist.

“We’re just talking about how sweet it is that you’ve made breakfast.” You fibbed with a cheeky grin on your face. As he walked passed you, you yelped as you felt his hand smack your backside.

“This is a kitchen!” George exclaimed as he entered with a disgusted look on his face. “Can you keep the vulgarity in your room?” Mitchell turned to his friend with eyebrows raised.

“Shall we all recall your sexual endeavors involving a certain nurse-”

“No, no, that is quite unnecessary.” He stammered. The rest of you laughed at his scowl and ate your breakfast merrily. When you were all finished, George glanced at the time and stood. “We better get going.” With a sigh, Mitchell placed a kiss to your forehead and grabbed his coat.

“I’ll be there to walk you home tonight.” He said sternly. You rolled your eyes.

“Mitchell, it’s twelve blocks out of your way. I’ll be fine. I walked home alone plenty of times before we started dating.” You grabbed hold of the color of his coat and reassured him with a passionate kiss, earning a sound of annoyance from George. “I’ll see you when I get home tonight, alright?”

“Y/N-” He started, but a mere glare from you silenced his objections. Reluctantly, he surrendered. “Alright.” With a final peck on the cheek, he left with George for their shift at the hospital.

“I still can’t believe that it’s been a year since the two of you met.” Annie sighed. “It feels like yesterday that Mitchell started bringing home that cute bartender with a bright smile and beautiful eyes.” She sat down across from you. “I’d never seen him so happy.”

“The three of you have been incredible.” You replied sincerely. “I never felt... loved before I came here.” You remembered your childhood of cold, unfeeling moments and disappointments. When you met Mitchell, all of that changed. He brought you into his world of excitement and intrigue, but most importantly love. George and Annie made you feel welcome and become two of your closest friends.

You spent the rest of the day lazily lounging on the couch, gossiping with Annie and raiding Mitchell’s CD collection. Most of it was rubbish, but you listened to it anyway. Six o'clock arrived faster than you wished, but you put on your uniform and headed to work nonetheless. You always felt guilty leaving Annie there alone. You were the only actual human that was able to see her, the only one she could gossip and laugh with. She loved Mitchell and George, but there was something special about having another girl around the house that she could talk to.

Work was uneventful, as usual, until a girl sitting at the bar struck up a conversation with you. She was friendly and cute, with her short curly hair and big hazel eyes. You were surprised that half the guys hadn’t hit on her yet.

“How long have you worked here?” She asked as you poured her a drink. You blew out a long breath, trying to think of how many nights of drunk men flirting with you that you had endured.

“A little over a year, I guess.” You shrugged. It wasn’t long after you started working at the pub that you met Mitchell.

“Do creeps always look at you like that.” She motioned to a man sitting across from her at the bar. She wasn’t wrong. He definitely was creepy, with his beady blue eyes and thin face.

“I guess, sometimes, yeah.” You both laughed and you had a lovely time speaking with her for the majority of the night. She left just a few hours before your shift ended, followed by the man who’d stared at you. You hoped that she got out alright.

Your shift ended just like every shift before. You washed the glasses and hung up your apron. You bid farewell to your mate, Marty, who had been manning the kitchen all night. Everything was just normal. When you started down the sidewalk with only the streetlamps to light your way, you weren’t afraid. You’d walked that path a hundred times. So you didn’t run when you heard the footsteps behind you.

“Evenin’,” the man greeted. Your breathing hitched. It was the man from the pub. You just gave him a half smile and pulled out your mobile phone, pretending to answer a call. Before you could even say a word to your imaginary caller, he yanked you into the alleyway, covering your mouth as you tried to scream. “Your easy on the eyes, aren't you?” He sneered.

“W-what do you want?” You stammered, your heart pounding wildly. He inhaled deeply, his lips gracing your neck and making your skin crawl.

“Lauren said I could soften you up a bit before she gets here.” His hand traveled down your side to your thigh. You struggled against him, but he had you pinned against the wall, his arms like a cage.

“Please, just let me go.” You pleaded. When he showed no sign of back off, you drove your foot down hard on his, using his brief moment of surprise to break free. You ran like you never had before, but it didn't matter. In seconds, he appeared in front of you, his eyes black and fangs protruding from his mouth. That wasn't what made you scream. You'd seen Mitchell's eyes like that before. They'd never scared you.

No. It was all of the thoughts running thru your head that frightened you. The realization that you would never kiss Mitchell again, or feel his arms around you. You would never laugh with Annie again or tease George. You would never see any of them again. That's what made you scream. You screamed until your lungs felt like they’d burst. You screamed until you were sure that every house in Bristol was awake. You wished that you could see him one last time. To tell Mitchell how much he meant to you, but you weren’t naive enough to think you’d survive. By the time that the blow to the back of your head knocked you out, you already felt half dead.

Mitchell jolted upwards from his spot on the couch. He’d dozed off waiting for Y/N to come home. Annie was in the kitchen making tea, as usual. Something had woken him up. A noise. A faint sound. But he couldn’t tell what it was.

“Did you hear something?” He asked, standing up and walking to the kitchen. Annie shook her head. “What time is it?” She looked around for the clock.

“Half past two.” She didn’t think much of it until Mitchell’s eyes grew wide. “Why?”

“Y/N’s shift ended a half an hour ago.” His fingers tapped nervously on the countertop, making Annie uneasy.

“I’m sure she just had some last minute washing up to do at the pub.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “She’ll be back soon.” As Mitchell stared out the window, he tried to force the noise that woke him out of his head. There was something about it. Something dark and wrong. And, although he wanted to convince himself otherwise, it sounded like a scream.

When you woke up you were bleeding. You could feel it on the back of your neck from where you’d been hit. It was brighter than you’d expected. Sunlight streamed through the window in front of you. It was just beginning to rise. Mitchell would know that you weren’t home by now. But why were you still alive?

“Good morning.” A familiar voice greeted darkly. It was the girl from the bar. You tried to stand, but there was something tying your arms and legs down. Your vision was still too blurry to tell what, but you could just see her face as she got closer. “I’m Lauren. We have a friend in common.” She grabbed another chair and sat down in front of you.

“Mitchell,” you replied breathily. As more things came into focus, more panic set in. You were in some kind of basement, musty and dark. And besides you, there was a table that Lauren surveyed. She picked up a long, thin knife, dragging it across her lips with a grin.

“He turned me into this.” Her eyes flashed black and you struggled against your restraints. “And he left me to rot.” She spat, circling your chair with a hungry glare in her eyes.

“Can we feed yet?” Another voice hissed. It was the man who had attacked you. “She smells,” he inhaled deeply, “delicious.”

“Not yet, Seth.” She ordered, his fangs wavering too close to your neck. “We’re going to have some fun first.” Without warning, she drove the knife deep into your leg.

Mitchell was frantic. Why wasn’t she home? What happened? Where could she be? Neither George nor Annie could calm him down as he paced the living room.

“I’m going to go look for her.” He announced. “We still don’t know what happened, she could still be-” George began, but he wouldn’t listen.

“Her shift ended five hours ago, George. She wouldn’t just disappear without letting one of us know.” His tone was panicked and he grabbed his keys and his mobile. George stood from his place on the couch.

“I’ll help you look.” He offered. Mitchell nodded and looked at Annie.

“You’ll keep here in case she comes back?” She gave him a small smile for an answer and the two were off, hoping that whatever had happened, they weren’t too late.

Your white uniform blouse was stained with blood by the time Lauren tired of the knife. Your leg throbbed, as well as other cuts up and down your torso she’d entertained herself with. Seth was growing more and more impatient.

“Come on, Lauren, let someone else have a little fun.” He whined. She rolled her eyes and stepped aside, allowing him to lurk over you. You tried to shrink away, but there was nowhere for you to go and the pain was becoming unbearable. His hands found your legs and wandered up towards the wound, causing you to wince. You bit your lip to keep from screaming again. He looked you in the eye as he licked the blood trickling from your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

Mitchell and George stormed down the streets, searching every corner and every crevice. George was worried, but Mitchell looked sick. His eyes were dark and his breathing was hurried and panicked. If he had a heartbeat, it would be pounding.

“Maybe we should split up.” He suggested.

“Are you sure? You don’t look-” George started.

“We have to find her.” Mitchell snapped, without hesitation. George surrendered, and started off in the opposite direction. Mitchell went to the pub and asked Y/N’s coworkers if they’d seen her. None of them gave him any hope. He backtracked, walking down the path she would have taken to get home and he smelled it. The faint, sharp scent of blood. On the pavement, there was a small spot that was stained, barely noticeable, but he saw it. And he knew it was hers.

You weren’t sure how much longer you would last. Blood dripped endlessly from your wounds and now that Seth had gotten a taste, you knew there was nothing stopping him. You could only pray for a quick end at this point.

“It's time,” Lauren growled, digging the knife into her own wrist. As she looked over you, you realized what she was doing.

“No.” You fought more than ever despite the stinging pain. “No.” You shook your head, clamping your mouth shut. Lauren pressed her hand against the gaping, bloody hole in your leg. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep from screaming. She shoved her wrist into your mouth, her blood filling your mouth. You tried to spit it out, but she held your face firmly, forcing you to swallow.

“Now you’re going to end up just like me.” She grinned. She nodded toward Seth and he clamped his fangs on your wrist. Before you could even cry out, Lauren dug her's into your neck. It felt as if she was ripping out your throat. You could feel the skin tear as she bit a chunk out of your neck. You couldn't even make enough sound to cry.

But you couldn't give into the darkness. You would become like them. You had to watch Mitchell live with the struggle every day. What would he do if you became like him? Would he abandon you like he did Lauren?

No. He wouldn't. You could barely see their black eyes now. Everything was fading away- the room, the vampires, the sun.

“You have to hang in there, love.” Mitchell's voice broke through the pain. It only in your mind, but it was the last thing you could cling to. “You have to fight.” But you couldn't. No matter how hard you tried to stay awake, no matter how desperately you held on to the little life you had left, it slipped away, turning your white shirt completely crimson.

When you were a child, you wondered what death felt like. Everyone always said it was probably like falling asleep, but they couldn't have known the feeling of darkness seeping into you from every angle. The feeling of every part of your body slowly and painfully losing feeling, shutting down piece by piece. They couldn't know the feeling of fear. The terror of not knowing what was on the other side. You gasped out one final word before you couldn't fight anymore.

“Mitchell.” And, with nothing left, you became darkness.

The sun was setting and there was no stone left in Bristol unturned. As night set in, Mitchell fell into despair, but he refused to stop searching. He went back to the spot where he found Y/N’s blood, retracing where she would have gone the previous night. Again, there was nothing else that would lead back to her. When he answered his mobile, George could hear the defeat in his voice.

“I can’t find anything.” Mitchell lamented. “All there is is a spot of blood and a scent that leads nowhere. If I could just-”

“Mitchell., George said promptly. He sighed. “She’s here.”

“What?” He exclaimed. He started back towards the house, nearly sprinting. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Wait, Mitchell, there’s something you need to-” He hung up before George could finish.

George looked at Annie mournfully as the two tried to clean up the drops of blood leading up the stairs. Other than the sound of the shower running, everything was eerily quiet. It wasn’t until they heard your footsteps overhead and Mitchell’s door close that they sat down on the steps, neither able to say a word. There were tears on Annie’s cheeks and George was too much in a state of shock to feel anything.

When Mitchell finally arrived, they were barely able to stop him long enough to get a word in.

“Where is she? What happened?” He asked frantically. George stood, but Annie just stared off, unmoving.

“Something happened, Mitchell.” He began slowly and carefully. “Something that you need to know before you go up there.” Mitchell’s confusion and concern escalated.

“What’s the matter with you two? What is going-” He stopped, taking a step back as he smelled it. The entire room reeked of blood. It was coming from a plastic bag, buried in the bin. They hoped he wouldn’t find it. He pulled out the crimson shirt and recognized it as Y/N’s work uniform. The uniform that she kept pristinely white because she hated getting it dirty. He dropped the clothing in horror and pushed passed them, running upstairs before they could stop him. He couldn't reach his room fast enough.

When he burst in, you were curled up on the bed, facing away from him. Your body trembled. He stepped forward, but you flinched further away.

“Get out.” You snapped, not even looking up. Mitchell was surprised by your aggressive tone, but made no movements to leave.

“I've been looking everywhere for you. What happened? Where have you been?” He asked, his voice more worried than ever.

“Leave.” You growled again. You could feel your hands shake as the images flashed through your head. The body, the blood, but most of all you remembered the hunger.

“Y/N, please, don't shut off on me.” He pleaded. “I've been losing my mind worrying about you and now I come back and there's the bloody clothes and George and Annie are acting strange. You won't even look at me. Now please, love, tell me what happened.” He gently grabbed your arm, wanting more than anything to just hold you again.

“I said go!” You whirled around and Mitchell stumbled back, looking into your empty black eyes. He shook his head, his heart not willing to believe what his eyes saw.

“No.” He gasped. He fell to his knees, his voice breaking as he spoke. “No, no, God, no, what have they done to you?” He put his hands on either side of your face, guilt and sorrow and fury flooding his senses. You could no longer keep your emotions buried down inside and you let out a wrenching sob, letting Mitchell pull you into his arms as he, too, cried with all of the pain of the past godforsaken hours rushing over him.

“I t-tried to fight- to fight them.” You barely managed to say through the waves of sobs. Mitchell just held onto you.

“It’s my fault.” He whispered. “This is all my fault.”

“I k-killed him.” You muttered, your mind able to focus on nothing else. “After they released me, I saw him walking and I was so hungry.” Mitchell pushed back enough to look at you and found your eyes returned to those of the woman he loved.

“Who did you kill?” He asked softly, remembering the feeling of taking a life- especially for the first time. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Marty.” You sniffed, still able to taste your co-worker’s blood on your tongue. “I killed Marty.” Seeing like this was enough to break him. Seeing your anguish, knowing that it was his fault, split his unbeating heart violently down the middle. He pulled you back into his arms, doing whatever he could to sooth you as you cried. When you seemed to have calmed down slightly, he took a deep breath, letting his anger fuel his words.

“Who did this to you?” His voice was gentle, hiding the rage inside. You clung to his shirt, remembering their faces as they sunk their fangs into you. You could still feel the searing sting.

“L-Lauren and a man named Seth.” You answered. Just their names sent chills through you all over again. Mitchell stood up, clenching his fists. “They took me when I was walking home. I woke up and she had a knife and-” You stopped, trying not to relive the whole terrible event. “Anyway, the scars are gone now.” He threw his lamp across the room, causing you to flinch and shrink back onto the bed, wrapping your arms around your knees. Downstairs, George and Annie winced, but knew that intervening would only make things worse.

He was going to rip them apart. He let out a furious scream, pounding his fist into the wall. He was going to hunt them down and take them apart, piece by piece. He would inflict onto them the pain they’d inflicted on you tenfold. Every emotion was replaced by the need for vengeance… until he turned around and saw the utter fear in your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, sitting back down, careful to not make sudden movements again. You moved slowly back towards him, your fingers intertwining with his.

“I’m scared.” You whispered. He placed a hand on your cheek, wishing that he could save you from what was to come.

“I know.” He pressed his lips to your forehead, wrapping his protective arms around you once more. “I’m going to help you get through this. I won’t let what happened to me end up to you. I won’t let you become what I was. And I am never going to let anyone hurt you again.” With that promise, he knew that you would come first. Before he could take his revenge on Lauren, he would ensure that you would be okay.

You felt the slightest spark of something inside you, refilling the emptiness that had set in ever since they took you. All this time, you’d thought that you would have nothing. You thought that the darkness would consume you. But through the oblivion of the future, you knew that you would always have one thing. You would always have Mitchell.

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lovelytemptationsforyou-blog · 5 years ago

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Open to females. Connection : Wife , age ( 28-34 ). Note: This is a very AU Elijah Mikaelson who is a human and whose personality is almost the same from the TO show (during s1-s3), but now after his marriage to the love of his life, he’s gotten a bit more laid-back & easygoing than he was before. He’s also a filthy- rich businessman who has a few companies of his own, among them a wine-making company, cigar company and a bank. He’s currently 33-35.

Additional info: they could have arranged to meet up at this party thru their communications a week ago or maybe he came back earlier than expected? your choice! <3 if u need more info on AU human Elijah pls do lmk!

Elijah Mikaelson always loved making a late, subtle, but still very head-turning entrance whenever he attended any sort of social event or party. Call it the narcissist in him, or his pride in his well-and-highly established name, or self-vanity, but he rather enjoyed the being the center of attention most of the time, for the right reasons only of course. Bad publicity was something he could very well do without.

Tonight however, was a different story. He didn’t particularly care about making a elegantly dramatic entrance to this particular soirée, that was being hosted by a mutual but not very close acquaintance of him and his wife. No, his main focus and full attention tonight was on his beloved wife, who he had not been around with for a little over a month now and had been sorely missing spending some more personal time with her physically, instead of just over tech-communication devices. He had to go out of the country for a very important and new business venture that he had recently embarked on with a loyal, old business associate of his, and that trip had taken about 4 weeks and a half. Enough to make him feel like he had been away from his sweetheart for years, especially when her pregnant body had changed so much despite only a short time span of 1 month. She had been barely showing when he had left, and now her swollen belly was very much visible to public, making his heart skip a beat and his breath being caught in his throat when the moment he had first caught sight of her this evening, just only a few minutes ago, when he had entered quietly through a side-entrance.

She was highly glowing and to Elijah, she had never looked more beautiful and stunning. He had wanted to approach her almost immediately, but hesitated when he saw her happily being immersed in a conversation with a small group of people. Propriety and not wanting to take away her current merriment of interacting with her friends were the two main things that kept his feet stuck firmly to where he stood, pretty hidden away in a corner of a room, sipping a few flutes of champagne and being content enough to just watch his lovely wife in action.

However after almost half-an-hour had passed, Elijah simply couldn’t stand it anymore and to his good luck, the lengthy conversation she had been having with that group finally ended, thus he firmly took fast and long strides to catch her before anyone else could intercept her. Standing silently behind her for a quick moment, he then spoke in a low and disguised voice, a grin slowly forming on his face, “My, my don;t you look exquisitely stunning, Mrs.Mikaelson? I’d wonder if your husband realizes the mistake he made in not being around you for this past month, for I myself, couldn’t take my eyes of your riveting person for the past 30 minutes,”he said quickly and in darkly smooth tones.

#indie rp #indie para rp #indie smut rp #pregnancy tw #please don't feel the need to match length! i was just setting the scene & getting into elijah's current headspace properly XD #open starter

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 6 years ago

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The Valkyries Men: 3

Masterlist

The Valkyries Men Masterlist

Bucky Barnes X Plus!Size Reader X Steve Rogers

Warnings: SMUT! Double Penetration female receiving

A/N: Well here it is! Enjoy!

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August 24th/25th 1943

It was chaotic to say the least the instant they released the prisoners from their holding cells in the HYDRA base. Needless to say, it surprised the men that a woman was helping out the captain that was now jerking Y/N to the side to order the Valkyrie around like the other soldiers.

“I want you to go help the others…,” Steve began, reaching to hold Y/N by the belt that looped between her breast the warrior spinning on the blonde that caught the light that flashed in Y/E/C orbs, a thought crossing his mind at how beautiful they lit up.

“No, I'm following you,” she snapped, jerking away the captain coming toe to toe with the warrior, trying to intimidate the woman slightly in order to make her go where it would be safe, but ended up being the one intimidated by how Y/N held herself as she gazed up into baby blues.

“Fine,” Steve huffed out, hinting to the woman to follow.

The captain curious if she would keep up the pace as they ran thru the quieting halls of the facility scouting every room till they came to the one. It was the one that housed the soldier that stared this search, the soldier that laid on the table mumbling name, rank & serial number. Y/N knocking the blonde back out of her way to slip calloused hands around the mans stubbled cheeks, a light coming to them to make eyes focus on her.

“Y/N,” he asked, Y/N smiling at the soldier as she jerked him to sit up hinting to Steve as well.

“Steve?”

“I thought you were dead,” Steve spoke getting his friend to his feet with the help of Y/N who he noticed his best friend leaned heavily on.

“I thought you were smaller,” the brunet admitted, not going unnoticed Bucky pressed his nose into the woman’s shaggy locks that was falling all over the place.

“Come-on we need to go,” Steve informed the two leading the way out of the room & into the fire.

The march into camp was rewarding to say the least as well as the berating from the higher ups, but Y/N was relieved she was able to slip away to her tent. Though it wasn’t before leaving Bucky with an image to consider while he caught up with Steve, informing the solider that she would be waiting for the brunet when he was ready to go to bed.

It wasn’t a surprise as the hot body pressed had against her thinly covered back as she stretched out next to her bed allowing warmed hands to fall back & wrap around heated neck to pull Bucky tighter to it. A gentle kiss of chapped lips kissing the brand on soft wrist before going to soft lips as Y/N turned her head back to him.

“Didn’t expect you this soon,” Y/N began quietly, a calloused hand forcing it's way under the thin shirt to find fee ample breast to palm harshly to elicit a wonton gasp as plump ass ground back onto tented pants, the thin boxers she wore not leaving the soldiers need unnoticed.

“Your soft skin was all I thought of getting back to doll,” Bucky drawled out, calloused hand making Y/N spin to face him, the warrior noting the figure that stood in the doorway behind him, “glad you two got me out.”

“I told you I would come for you if you were ever captured,” Y/N smiled, taking the kiss he offered but went back to looking over the nervous figure that stood in the doorway of the tent, rain pelting down on him, Bucky turning with Y/N held close to look back with her smiling down at the woman in his arms.

“I told him about you, about us. How you…, that nothing bothered you,” he began, motioning with his head for the figure to enter, Steve taking a step in but sure to shut & secure the flap before stepping into the tent a drenched mess.

Y/N had followed the captain into the bowls of the HYDRA base to retrieve Bucky, it made Steve realize that she wasn’t just another dame she was a true warrior & couldn’t deny it turned him on more so than Peggy ever did. Y/N watching him close as a hot hand on her ass pushed her towards the nervous captain that looked ready to jump out of his skin.

“Calm down,” she breathed out, reaching up to push the soaked jacket to the floor as Bucky pushed flush to her back once more, placing a kiss on soft neck.

“I'm surprised he’s sharing, he’s usually jealous,” Y/N hinted to the soldier at her back that was rutting at plump ass slowly, calloused hands squeezing fleshy hips as her own calloused hands cherished over the blonds tense jaw blue eyes full of confusion.

“War changes men,” Steve spoke out finally, having to clear his throat nervously, finally taking a step forward to realize why she slept in the thin shirt & boxers, she ran just as hot as he did.

“And women,” Y/N began, the fact Steve rushed forward to smash his lips to hers made the warrior jolt back into Bucky who held her firmly between them by warm biceps.

“I thought,” Y/N panted out as she looked up into blown baby blues, a nip at her soft neck from the soldier at her back having her moaning out at the sensation it caused, the blond before her pressing well-endowed man hood into the thin boxers to elicit another.

“Not my type,” he breathed out before overheated hand thrust into the boxers, forcing them past her hips, fingers running into wet folds to sink into wet cunt without warning making ample hips buck out as she fell into Bucky who wrapped a hand around her throat to pull her lips to his to swallow her gasp.

“I told you,” Bucky gasped out, hand going to free himself, rutting at plump ass harshly hand returning to her hip to grip it bruisingly.

“She’s responsive,” Bucky hummed across soft throat as Steve’ fingers thrust in & out of tight cunt, the blonds lips falling to Y/N’ to keep the Valkyrie quiet, all they needed was to arouse suspensions about the three of them, it was enough that they knew Y/N wasn’t human or a man any longer.

Y/N pulled free to speak back into Bucky’ ear, “you better be slicking that thing up if it's going up my ass,” she moaned out unable to stop the bucking of ample hips as calloused thumb rubbed vigorously at swollen clit.

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky drawled, stepping away to do as told, knowing his way around the tent in the dark, but not realizing there were maps strewn all over the place, knocking it all off in the floor with a loud curse before finally finding the trunk that housed weapons & another box with other necessities.

Steve not giving Y/N reprieve as he continued to assault throbbing clit, taking kisses he had never had the chance of getting before, the prodding of Y/N’ tongue sending shivers down his spine as she smirked on his lips.

“Virgin,” Y/N spoke darkly on his lips the blonde humming in admittance as the floor creaked to signal Bucky’ stride back to them.

“Fucking hell Buck,” Steve rasped out at his buddy that was hurrying back, throwing the metal container on the bed on the way before pulling flush to Y/N, pressing the warrior between he & Steve, gliding his fingers to tease her ass as well as apply a bit of the slickening paste.

“Shut up,” he snapped out, unable to contain the growl that slipped out at how she bucked back onto slick fingers, letting out a gasp that Steve was quick to silence with a harsh kiss swallowing it down, fingers still thrusting in & out of tightening cunt thanks to the two fingers that slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscles.

“Fuck doll,” Bucky growled out across heated skin one of her hands falling to the nape of his neck, the other going to Steve’ to hold him close, bitter copper on their tongues as she stilled between them, her boxers pooling at her feet, not sure which one to rut into as both pleasured her holes in ways she didn’t realize she needed.

“Get her on the bed, I don’t want us to hurt her,” Steve breathed out as he release puffy lips looking back at Bucky who nodded in agreement.

The brunet pulling Y/N back to the single bed, never removing his fingers as Steve maneuvered so he was under the shivering warrior, pulling her hips over him as Bucky helped her to onto the mattress. With a shivering moan Y/N sank sinfully tight cunt over leaking cock & having to clasp a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, Bucky staying at her back continuing to make sure she was ready for him.

“I'm going easy doll,” Bucky admitted as Steve wrapped strong arms around thick middle to pull the warrior flush as he laid flat on the bed, the springs screeching loudly but thankfully it seemed the rain was picking up outside the tent, so no one would hear.

Overwhelming, no, overstimulated, Y/N tried to think, body shaking as the soft head of Bucky’ cock slowly pressed at furled entrance, probing, the brunet rocking strong hips gently before finally pushing past the tight muscles, hand on the small of her back as Steve looked up to watch breath catch in her throat.

The woman’s head falling to his chest, panting for air as the one at her ass sank in slowly trying not to hurt the woman pressed between them while the one she laid on rocked hips gently to rub delicate bundle of nerves to help ease any discomfort. The blond looking up to his friend at her back worriedly, pushing Y/H/C hair out of flush face, she wasn’t moving or breathing.

“Y/N, sweetheart, breath for us,” came a raspy worry from Steve.

The blond stopping all his motions as Bucky froze balls deep into tight ass, calloused hand rubbing gently along shivering spine, pushing the shirt up as he did. Both men letting out a breath of relief when the woman pressed between them began to breathe, Y/N biting out obscenities into Steve’ neck as a shaky hand shot to the hot body at her ass to dig into clothed thigh to hold him still while the other held tight to Steve, neck.

“It's too much, we should stop,” Bucky quietly worried, trying to move away but she held tight to his hip.

“Just be still, give me a moment,” she whimpered out taking time to relish in the fill of begin wonderfully full, a sensation never felt before, making body quiver more.

“Move, please,” Y/N whimpered out, the two taking time to move, getting a rhythm before they all three became a mess of sweaty beast that were snarling, growling, clawing & fighting to get theirs.

Steve was first, but then again he was a virgin, a harsh thrust had him spilling deep inside velvet cunt as he clasped a calloused hand around tender throat to choke off her keening cry that would raise suspicion, filling cunt flutter around spilling cock. The pulsing driving Bucky over the edge, spilling into tight ass while his clothed arm wrapped around thick torso to pull flush with her, kissing over shivering shoulders as spent cock slipped free.

Bucky didn’t hesitate to pull the shivering warrior with him to the foot of the bed flush to his heaving chest, arousal staining thick thighs. The blonde soldier quick to follow the woman to his knees to place a kiss on trembling lips as Bucky peppered silky soft sweat soaked sweaty neck with kisses.

“You ok,” Steve worried, taking Y/N from Bucky to cradle the limp creature, hinting to his friend to go get cleaned up, he may have been a virgin, but he knew about what could cause a man to get sick.

“I'm fine,” Y/N echoed, cuddling with the worried captain as Bucky slowly got out bed like a new born foal to get cleaned up at the wash sink knowing what soaps & oils to use to keep himself from getting sick.

“Her first time with two men,” Bucky explained quietly, as he stepped back cleaned, taking a seat beside the two, hand threading into disheveled hair to pull her to him for a kiss, body still shaking as it now settled into his lap & between crossed legs, Steve’ turn to get cleaned up.

“Usually only one,” Steve echoed, planting a kiss on her sweaty head before getting up.

“Usually never a man,” the woman admitted, making the blond pause at the wash sink looking at the two.

“Why do you expect? All Valkyrie are women,” Y/N shrugged hinting to the soap & small vile.

“I just… I don’t know what I expected,” he huffed out, getting a clean rag to clean up with using the oils as directed to head back to the two, both ushering Y/N to get cleaned up though it was suspected she wasn’t at risk for any diseases or infections though she went anyway, both men admiring the view of bare ass in front of them.

“Bucky was my first man by the way,” Y/N spoke when stepping back, grabbing the button shirt that laid over the foot of the bed on the way to sit between the two Bucky leaning back on his hand for her to lean into his side to prop.

“I thought you were pulling my leg when you said you were an elite warrior,” Bucky spoke quietly, nuzzling at ruffled Y/H/C hair as she began to button the shirt, shocked Steve leaned over into her face.

“Kiss,” the blonde asked quietly, looking at her shyly, but relieved when the warrior tipped her chin up to gently give him one, hand going to the nape of sweaty neck to deepen the it, tongues caressing before pulling apart.

“You like that do you,” Y/N smiled at the soldier, sitting back into Bucky who wrapped a hand around her neck to pull her in for a kiss under her ear making her shutter.

“First time I had a kiss that wasn’t out of pity,” Steve smiled scooting closer to sit near her, Y/N moving to throw a leg over Bucky’ thigh seating plump ass against it to pull Steve closer to force his lips to hers, the kiss becoming heated as the brunet rubbed between the warriors thick thighs, leaning to nip at the nape of her neck.

“We need to stop… someone will…,” Bucky got out just as they heard someone step onto the wooden deck the tent sat on, all three quick to move so the visitor wouldn’t think to much about it a swift knock sounding before anyone outside ever spoke over the thunder.

“Agent, you're needed in the war room,” came the voice of a young private, Y/N thankful that it wasn’t Peggy because to the fiery agent would have walked straight in.

“Ok, tell Philips to give me a few minutes…,” Y/N began as Bucky began to scurry around picking up the maps that had her hand writing all over them knowing they were needed while Steve stood like a lost puppy obviously thinking of something other than war by the tent he was pitching in his pants.

“It's Carter sir… sorry ma’am… she needs you to hurry she’s gone to fetch Capt. Rogers now, there is a situation,” the private began, panic spreading across the blonds face as Y/N met his gaze.

Y/N grabbed Steve & began pushing him to the back of the tent hinting to the flap that was discreetly placed as a fast exit & telling him to go. Grabbling Bucky to jerk the brunet out to the front with her because it was known that he visited the tent to deliver maps & what ever other bullshit story they could come up with.

“Lead the way private,” Y/N smiled, boots forced onto bare feet & untied.

The jacket Bucky had thrown over her shoulders barley buttoned, while the hat that marked her as special forces was flopped onto her head by the same soldier on her heels & Bucky sporting disheveled but buttoned clothes. The two were quick to ignore the look the bewildered kid gave Bucky who was holding the maps inside his jacket to keep them dry, pulling his hat on over messy hair, the smell of the oils covering the stench of sex that hung heavy in the tent.

Bucky & Y/N stepped into the tent as Steve entered with Peggy berating him for not being where she told him to meet her. The poor blond hanging his head as the woman continued at least until Y/N cleared her throat, making the two focus on her, Steve’ pupils swallowing baby blue whole when he laid eyes on the thick framed warrior. Y/N smiled at the two even more so as Bucky laid a hand on her ass & Steve had to step to adjust himself.

“Calm down Carter & give the poor guy some slack, we all got in late last night,” Y/N smirked at the fiery little agent that smiled at her, Peggy the only one in the loop about why the two paled around so much & Y/N appeared to be walking a little funny.

“Well, most of us go to bed at a decent hour instead of staying up all night doing other things,” Peggy smirked back Steve trying not to blush, clearing his throat while Y/N & Bucky shot each other a dark smirk.

“Oh… you haven’t a clue…,” Y/N smirked at her friend before the Philips stepped into go over the maps that Bucky was helping the warrior lay out.

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ethxndolan · 7 years ago

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Can u plz write a short description of E and Gray and how it would feel like to have sex with them. I mean i have seen some of these but I feel like u would really describe it better. Cuz lets face it u r good😉

omg stop but thank u

is it just me or has this fandom gotten WAY dirtier in the past few weeks???? like this is about to go there so brace urself … this turned into pretty much just what i think their kinks are LMAO

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ethan: honestly i think ethan would be so fucking dirty and i think he would be down for so many things, but not like solidly committed to one? like i think he would want to mix things up, but like FOR SURE he would want to be dominant (not that he wouldn’t be up for being sub, but that would be like a special once in a while thing) like the way ethan bosses grayson around and has this almost overt need to over asset himself… like 100% thats got to translate to the bedroom. he would be telling u what to do and calling u babygirl, princess, baby and he would WANT u to talk back so he could punish u - spanking, choking, not letting u orgasm, u name it. he would so make you call him daddy/ mr.ethan/ mr. dolan/ sir ANYTHING so it’s clear he’s in a position of power. i think his fav position would be doggy where he can ram into you & spank you, and i think he would love “letting” u ride him, but like his hands would be clutched onto ur hips helping to guide u so he could still be “in control” and his hands would leaving fucking marks bc THEYRE SO BIG AND STORNG jesus. omg i also think he would be SO into filming u guys; like the act of it but also so he could have it to jerk off to when he’s away from u. he would leave u with SO MANY hickies, he totally seems like the type to have to “mark his territory”. i think he would LOVE to tease you, bringing you right to the edge only to pull away and make u beg for it. he would def be into dirty talk like for sure in bed during sex, but i also think at the worst times in public he would be whispering in ur ear how he’s going to tie u up later or punish u for wearing such a sexy outfit. and his long ass fingers would constantly be running up ur leg getting close to ur center, but never actually touching it and he would pull alway laughing darkly as ur squirming. HE WOULD BE SO INTO EYE CONTACT omg like if u shut ur eyes or u like rolled them into the back of ur head i can see his hand rising up and lighty choking u as his deep voice commands “look me in the eyes”. i think you guys would def have slow and soft and passionate sex, but i think it would be more special, it wouldn’t be regular it truly would be about making love and celebrating each other. and for sure i think eye contact again would be such a thing and i think he would just want to be as close as possible to every inch of ur skin and ur foreheads would be pressed together and i think he would so into kissing and taking his time to tongue fuck u omg and i didnt even get to him eating u out but this is already a NOVEL AND FUCK ME I FORGOT THIGH RIDING BUT JUST FUCKING IMAGINE WITH HIS GOD DAMN TATTOOS literally i could write novels on novels about ethan

grayson: do i even need to say it? daddy. kink. 100%. i actually think he’s kind of the opposite of ethan in the sense that the standard sex between u guys would be more along the lines of making love, i think the connection between u would be so important to him. and he totALLY would have a fucking playlist of slow songs he wants to fuck u to, and i truly think he would be holding back so hard and going as slow as fucking possible to torture the both of you and make it last as long as possible jesus fuck. and then for his rougher side to come out i think 1. you guys would have to be deeper into ur relationship and 2. i think it would have to be drawn out a little. i think if you seduced him a little, or he got jealous, or was angry, or had built up adrenaline or whatever i think that’s when he would fucking be out here taking control. i really see daddy being his go to thing, but i can also see grayson liking to be tied up? i can see him liking to start off as submissive and watching you pleasure him and tie him up to the bed posts, and he 100% would not make it all the way thru he would HAVE to take control he would like rip out of the fucking bonds and so u would know he was LETTING u have control and the he would be like “that was cute & all but ur about to get it”. i think grayson would be super into lingerie and appreciate it and HE WOULD DEFINITELY BE A PANTY RIPPER OMG and if you were wearing something new he would literally worship it on ur body and i think he would leave parts of it on while he fucks u. and i also think he would buy u lingerie and you would be out here with a vast collection bc he loves it so much. but i also think he would lose it just seeing u in his t-shirt and boxer. more so than ethan, i think grayson would take eating you out as a fucking MISSON and it wouldn’t be casual, and it wouldn’t be just to get u ready for sex, it would be like the whole goddamn night. it would be the main event for both of u. and probably bc of webcam by @rockstardolan i can totally see gray being into sex over the phone/facetime/sexting… anything. i think mostly bc he would literally die at the idea of u pleasuring urself, i think he would make u do it in person a lot, but i think something about watching u do it and thinking about u being all alone and imagining him would do things to gray. i think one of his favorite things would be spanking, he was WAY to familiar w what an ass thats been spanked a lot looks like in their reacting to old videos video. i think he would be slightly less verbal than ethan (like i think ethan is all about verbally commanding u and making his dominance super clear), i think he would be telling u what to do with his hands or he would sit down in a chair with his legs spread and just look at his thigh and you would know he wants u to ride it.

i’m not even sure this is what the request was for but here we are

#i felt like god was watching me while i wrote this #omg #ethan dolan #grayson dolan #dolan twins #dolan twins imagine #ethxndolan

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oreo-hong · 3 years ago

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i flush darkly, looking in the mirror at the much lighter hair, looking back towards jisung. "y-you like it? a-are you sure it looks okay?" i ask, continuing to ramble anxiously about it since i had never changed my hair by more than a haircut in the past. minho nods, carrying the boy to his car and going through the drive thru to grab four smoothies, each our favourite flavour as he drives back to the apartment and carries the boy and the drinks in, knocking on the door lightly since his hands were too full to open the door. 🪐

jisung nods eagerly, “you look gorgeous.. i love it so much.” he pecks your lips and opens the door, helping minho with the drinks as hyunjin timidly pads in

#🪐 anon #bad boy!hyunmin

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damndescendants · 7 years ago

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Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - yep by: @dbpie (Personal for Delaney)

I was thinking a Harry Hook imagine, where I'm the daughter of the queen of hearts and he tries to win me over?

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

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Pairing - Harry Hook x Delaney

Summary – While meeting up with Uma, Delaney Heart, daughter of the queen of hearts, catches the eye of a certain hooked pirate.

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“Hey! That’s mine!” The guy yelled as I took the drink out of his as I kept walking taking a sip of the strawberry lemonade.

“Not anymore.” I replied looking back at him and raised the glass then continued my walk towards Ursula’s Fish and Chips.

Uma wanted to meet me for some reason, it had been almost a year since Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay left for Auradon and Uma was still filled with rage. My red leather boots made the wood creak beneath my feet as I went down the many stairs and docks towards the restaurant, the smell of salt water and fish filled my nostrils. I pushed through the wooden swing doors, drawing the attention of every pirate in the building.

“Where’s Uma.” I said to no one in particular, no one answered.

“Answer me before I lose my temper and all your heads go rolling!” I yelled out.

“My, my, my Delaney.” Captain Hook’s son came up next to me and used his hook to push my hair back over my shoulder. “Making big threats now aren’t yeh, princess?” I grabbed it with right hand staring at him without emotion on my face.

“Where is she.” I demanded. I had to look up at him, he stood over me but I couldn’t lie he was very attractive and intimidating, but I wasn’t going to let him know that’s how I felt. We’ve known each other for years, grew up together and I’ve always felt something towards him but that was for me to know and him to figure out.

“I’ll get her for you, Princess Delaney.” His accent was thick as he left calling me by my actual title.

I walked over to the counter, sat on one of the stools and put both my arms onto the counter, waiting for Uma.

“What brings you to this side of the Isle.” A hoarse voice said from beside me and I looked over the see one of the other pirates, he looked like he doesn’t understand what a shower and change of clothes means.

“Definitely not you.” I replied while rolling my eyes.

“Oh c’mon little darling.” He said leaning in more and place one of his hands underneath my red leather jacket and gold tank top touching the skin of my lower back just above my tight black pants. I was becoming infuriated.

“If.” I said loudly, slamming my left hand onto the counter, “you don’t get your hand off of me. You won’t have one or a head here soon.” I finished with a sarcastic smile.

“Why? You don’t like me?” He acted offended and then put his other hand onto my thigh.

“Do you have a death wish?” I hissed thru my teeth trying not to loose my cool and that’s when I felt the body heat of Harry behind me, his left hand was next to mine on the counter, his other held his hook and he grabbed the back of the pirate’s collar pulling him up and away from me.

“You really can’t get a hint can you, laddie?” His accent dripped thicker with every word. “Come with me.” Harry finished as he dragged the terrified pirate by his collar and I watched them till they disappeared outside.

“Well ignoring what just happened, I’m glad you came.” Uma said dragging my attention back to her as she stood on the other side of the counter.

“Why did you want to meet me?” I asked ignoring her statement.

“I want you to join my pirate crew.” She said nonchalantly.

“After what one of your pirates just pulled I’m not too sure if I want to.” I replied tilting my head to the right slightly.

“I don’t think Harry will let anyone touch you anymore. He always talks about yo-” Gil said from next to us as he shoved his face with food.

“You really need to learn when you should talk, Gil.” Uma said aggressively as she turned to face him and I laughed lightly as Gil just continued to eat, shrugging his shoulders. He’s always been the one to say before he thought and he was really the breath of fresh air on this island.

“What do you say though? We can rule this Isle together and we can take over Auradon too.” Her offer was appealing, “You are the daughter of a powerful Queen. Aren’t you mad that they only took those 4?” I nodded, thinking about it.

“Are you in? Do you actually want to become a Queen instead of being a princess.” She asked then waited for my reply.

“I’m in.” I nodded and she stuck out her hand and I took it.

“Welcome to the crew, Delaney. You can live on the ship with us.”

“I’ll go get my things.” I said smirking at her and got up walking out of the restaurant and began heading back to my little home near by.

I was walking down the street when I passed an alley way and a hand came out and grabbed me then pinned me against the brick wall, their forearm rested above my head and a hook was caught into the loop on my pants. I looked up to the face of Harry Hook once again.

“What do you want know and what the hell was that for?” I questioned and he chuckled darkly.

“Did you take the offer?” He asked now ignoring my question.

“Yeah I di- Wait.” I cut myself off, “How did you know about that? You weren’t in the restaurant at the time?” I questioned.

“That, my darling,” He let go of his hook, it hung on my belt loop, and placed his left hand onto my face I caught the glimpse of his bloody and cut up knuckles, “Is correct. I was the one who told Uma to bring you onto the crew.”

“Now why would a mean ol’ pirate like you do that?” I mocked.

“Because princess you’re a strong and full of mischief just like me.” His voice was rough as he smirked down at me, “and you want your chance at revenge, don’t you?”

“Just like you, am I?” I asked and he raised his eyebrows at me giving me a smug look.

“You know I’ve always found that wit and mouth of ours, fascinating. Let me take you out on a date.” He said taking one of my hands into his left one and kissed it.

“I’ll think about it.” I said and then pulled my hand out of his and grabbed his looking at the cuts and blood on the knuckles. “But first, come help me pack my things to move onto the ship and I’ll clean up your hands.”

Harry pulled his hand out of mine and grabbed his hook using it to pull me towards him more as his smug look grew deeper.

“Lead the way.” He breathed out and used his free hand to gesture the way, the other pulled his hook from out of my pant loop, and after I walked past him he put the arm around my waist and we walked through the rotten streets of the Isle of the Lost.

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lurkernolonger · 7 years ago

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B for Bollocks (2/2)

Hey guys! Thank you again for all the kind words about this story! As opposed to part 1, this second half was a struggle for me. I went back and forth with two endings and I still don’t know if I made the right choice. Honestly I am not fully happy with it, but who doesn’t doubt themselves right? Plus if I agonize over it anymore I’ll never complete it. I’m going away at the weekend for a month long holiday and I didn’t want to wait until I got back to post it, so here it is flaws and all. Hope you enjoy! xx

Archie had rung him five times, Chop had knocked for him twice, and Rae had done zero of either in the past four days (and that was the count that mattered most).

Finn wasn’t angry with her, never could be really. It wasn’t her fault she was brilliant and he was a coward. He had watched in jealous anguish as Archie dated her and told himself that he wouldn’t let it happen again. Until it did.

Finn was gone on her almost immediately, but by the time he actually realized it his best mate had moved in. He had been so relieved when they didn’t work out. The closer Finn got to Rae, the closer he stepped to the edge of falling hopelessly for her. That one afternoon in his room, when she had confessed about France, about her scars, she had seemed so afraid of his reaction. Rae’s eyes had filled with tears as she folded into herself and away from him. She had babbled about how she would understand if he didn’t want her around, if he wanted her to leave and stay away, but all it did was make him want her more. She was so brave, so strong, so wrong about herself. Finn had held her close and whispered that no matter what he always wanted her around. From that moment she was his, and he’d tried to stake his claim in little touches or looks, listening sessions in his room and mix-tapes full of subliminal messages. Finn was crap with words and he knew actually voicing it out loud ran the risk of losing everything. He’d been such a dick to her in the beginning he was just happy to have her as a friend; happy she trusted him enough with her real self. So he let his feelings rest, let the steady tingle in his skin settle as he waited for some kind of sign; his hope being buoyed by how she said his name or left her scent lingering on his pillows. Evidently, he had waited too long and deep down he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

But that didn’t stop him from avoiding everybody, opting to sulk in his room instead. And sulking is really all he could do. He couldn’t even appreciate his records anymore because everything reminded him of Rae; how she hummed along with Morrissey, mouthed the words to The Stone Roses, and swayed her hips to Primal Scream (she probably thought he didn’t notice, but he definitely did; the visual aiding him in at least a dozen wanks). Not to mention Spaceman. After leaving the pub he had bitterly shoved it in the back of the furthest crate, darkly muttering “our song, my arse”. But it was that very thought that stopped him from hurling it like a frisbee towards the tip. She never liked Radiohead much, but he couldn’t fall back on that either because once Brandon had showed up in a Thom Yorke shirt and that’s all Finn could picture when No Surprises came on. “Tosser didn’t even have the decency to have crap taste in music,” Finn grumbled to himself before shutting off his speakers. He looked around his room for something else to do, but again all he saw were the places Rae had sat or stood or touched, and he knew it was no use.

It was midday Friday which meant the gang was most likely at the chippy. Finn looked over at the calendar pinned to his wall where he had surreptitiously marked down Rae’s work schedule to see that she was off, which meant she would be there too. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or sick at that. Usually he barely lasted 24 hours without seeing her but now being around her meant seeing B-for-Bollocks-Bastard-Brandon too. Finn sat contemplating going, images of slapping Brandon’s smug face with a fresh from the fryer battered sausage swirling in his mind, when his stomach growled angrily making his decision for him. Can’t avoid them forever. With a huff he grabbed his flannel and helmet and clopped down the stairs.

Finn paused outside the chippy window. The gang was sat at the same table where they had assembled the day before Knebworth, the day he’d punched Big G, the day he should have walked Rae home and told her that Chop might as well have printed her name on the front of Finn’s shirt because, really, he was more excited to see her than Oasis. Rae was sat at the end of the table and the hungry animal in his stomach morphed into a thousand restless butterflies. Fuck, if she didn’t somehow get prettier in the last 72 hours. She was wearing her I Wanna Be Adored shirt and a genuine smile; two of his favourite things to see on her. Again he thought of another lost opportunity: that day in the park where he’d been so eager to apologize he’d forgotten he was half naked. Then he’d gone and made that garbled noise in the back of his throat after telling her she was sound. Not to mention his I-realize-this-is-too-long-but-I’m-busy-sniffing-your-hair hug. The memory made him cringe. “Such a twat,” he mumbled to himself, turning to get back on his scooter, but a loud bang and the vibration of the shop window made him jump. Chop’s gap tooth grin at startling him immediately changed to one of a stern parent as he brandished a finger and said “GET THE FUCK IN HERE” loud enough for Finn to hear through the thick glass. Well he had no choice now, he’d been spotted. Hitting his helmet against his thigh, he went for the door. Chop grabbed him by the back of the neck as soon as he was in arms reach.

“The hell have you been?!” Chop admonished, steering him towards the table. Finn shrugged. Not like he could say ’Oh, just at home being miserable and getting strange looks off my dad.’

Looking up he noticed an empty seat in front of Rae, Archie next to her and, surprisingly, Brandon beside him. Finn furrowed his brow at that. If Rae was his he’d be sat close enough to hand feed her chips and feel her breath on his neck. That image quickly turned X rated in his mind, and he had to shake his head to rid himself of the poorly timed fantasy. Not now, he told himself as he slipped into the empty chair.

“Finn!” Izzy waved at him enthusiastically, her red hair bouncing happily. “We missed you, where ya been?”

“Yeah where’d you disappear to?” Chloe’s tone was slightly accusatory and it made him hunch his shoulders.

Shit, really can’t avoid this question. “Just around” he shrugged again. Finn looked over at Archie and was met with crossed arms and an icy glare. I guess I deserve that. “Archer”

Archie looked him over, probably assessing how much Finn had punished himself already before determining how much more crap he deserved for blanking him for days. He must have read the lines under Finn’s eyes from lack of sleep and the frustratingly skewed fringe like one of his history books because his shoulders lost their menace, and that sympathetic smile was back. “You alright?” Archie asked. Two words with a hundred annotations. Was he alright? Finn genuinely didn’t know, so he let his head do a weird shake/nod/shrug thing to neither confirm nor deny.

The table’s conversation continued but Finn noticed Rae had gone quiet since he’d walked in. She was looking down at her tray as she swirled a chip in curry sauce. “Hey Rae” Finn managed, but not without his voice cracking on the end of her name. Fuck will I ever not be a complete pleb around her? He cleared his throat to recover, but her eyes shot up to him and she actually looked relieved before that genuine smile was back.

“Finnley. I was starting to think you’d left the country, or at least Lincolnshire,” she teased in a hushed tone, before pushing her cone of chips towards him in offering.

“Thought about it,” he said honestly, grabbing a chip as a distraction. He felt her nudge his foot with hers under the table and he looked up to find her smiling softly.

“You’re alright though?” To that he nodded. If it meant her eyes wouldn’t look so sad, he would make himself alright. “And uh…we’re..well, are we alright?” Her voice was quiet and hesitant and Finn suddenly felt incredibly guilty for running out on her without explaining. But how do you explain your heart in your throat and your stomach falling out of your arse?

“Yeah. ‘Course,” and he let his foot nudge her back. Her smile was wide this time, reaching her eyes until she bit her lip and nodded. For Finn it was one of those moments; the kind that mutes and blurs everything else around them and makes him feel like maybe he gets what love is.

He tore his gaze away to catch his breath and see if Archie had caught their exchange, but instead was met with Brandon looking over at them. His forehead was creased with a look of consternation before his eyes met Finn’s. Finn made sure to hold his gaze firmly until Brandon gave him a half nod and turned back to conversation with the others.

“Right. Now that this bellend is back,” Chop’s voice rose over the din of the table as he pointed a half eaten saveloy in Finn’s direction, “we can discuss the rave tomorrow.”

Saturday morning had Finn certain that he wasn’t going to go. Last night he’d dreamt of the rave: a pulsing room with swirling colours and warm bodies, and at the centre of it all Brandon was kissing Rae. Finn had woken up in a cold sweat, a hard pain in his chest and an even harder determination to not subject his reality to that gutting scene. That is until Chop showed up at his with glow sticks, whistles and a threat to tell Gary about the time they’d nicked his expensive scotch and gashed the side of his car trying to make the curve of the McDonalds drive thru. They had been able to get their burgers and convince Gary it must have been vandalism, escaping any punishment. It was the miracle of their then 15 year old lives, and the only reason Finn wasn’t still grounded, so he had no choice but to get ready.

The ride there was loud and the gang had so much energy it boosted Finn’s enthusiasm. He hollered along, drinking cans with Archie, glad that he ended up in a separate car from Rae and Brandon. But when he sees her emerge from Chop’s Renault 5 looking like some golden glittery goddess, he wishes so badly that he had been pressed against her in the back seat until the sequins of her jacket left oddly shaped imprints on his skin. Chop offers him something from a baggy and whatever it is, he’s taking it.

They’re dancing now, just him and Rae. Everyone else has split off and Finn doesn’t care or even wonder where they are because she has his whistle in her mouth and her hands above her head and she looks about as loose as he feels. She’s not touching him at all, but the string of the whistle might as well be connected right to his soul because he feels completely tethered to her. This is how it should be. Him and Rae, happy, together. He’s lost all inhibitions to intoxication and is about to tell her just how right this feels, but then Izzy is pulling her away and his whistle drops to his chest and settles against his heartache. Reality drips down him like the sweat on his brow; he’d almost confessed to a girl with a boyfriend. She’s with Brandon, he reminds himself. After watching Rae get swallowed by the crowd, Finn moves to the back of the room where it’s slightly quieter, seeking the bar to shoot down anything that will replace the sinking in his stomach with a fiery burn. But he doesn’t make it because he’s stopped dead in his tracks and what he’s seeing has successfully set his whole body alight with fury.

Brandon is leaned against a wall in an intimate embrace with some brunette in a tight dress, his mouth on her neck as her hands move up his shirt. Blind rage surges through Finn and the next thing he knows he has Brandon by the collar and is shoving him up against the brick, the brunette cast off and forgotten.

“What the fuck, Finn!”

“YOU SCUMMY PIECE OF SHIT!!” Finn seethes as he grabs him close, only to slam him back into the wall repeatedly. “YOU DON’T FUCKING DESERVE HER!” Finn’s whole body is shaking and he’s sure he’s never felt this angry before.

Brandon’s hands are at Finn’s wrists, and he manages to shift his weight and throw him off. Finn launches himself forward, catching Brandon by the middle and tackling him to the ground. They’re tussling and rolling over one another trying to get the upper hand, unaware of the crowd building around them. “Do you even know how fucking lucky you are?! You have her and that’s how you treat her?!” Finn is breathing hard and trying to land punches at any available spot but his determination to talk through the fight has made him sloppy and Brandon is too quick. Soon he’s being straddled, and Brandon’s hands are pinning his arms to the ground.

“What the fuck is this about?! Did you know that girl or summat?” Brandon asks through heaving breaths. This has Finn flailing, determined to escape his hold so he can murder the thick son of a bitch. He’s rolled them over now so he looms over Brandon and his right arm pulls past his ear to deliver the final crushing blow, when Brandon gives him a verbal hit that’s harder than any punch.

“I’m not with Rae!!”

Finn’s whole body slackens and his arm falls to his side. “You what?”

“That’s what this is about right? Rae?” Brandon still has his hands up in defence, bracing himself for another attack. Finn just stares at him dumbly. He is so fucking lost right now. Neither of them has moved but then a girl in the crowd breaks their intense stare down.

“Are you two gonna fight or what?” They both turn to her, and finally take notice of the ring of people surrounding them.

“Take your clothes off first!!” her friend demands before falling into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah if we had some jelly this could get really hot” another standby voice yells out.

A weak scattered chorus of “punch him, punch him, punch him” breaks out but when neither of them make a move, the crowd dissipates. Finn rolls off Brandon and sits next to him, arms resting on his knees.

“Say it again,” he demands.

“I’m not dating Rae”

“But…you…she-”

“I like her. I thought maybe she liked me too, but-”

“What?” Finn’s mind was swirling. With booze and drugs and bruises he just couldn’t grasp what was happening.

“She said she didn’t want things to get weird since we worked together, but I figured there had to be another reason. Then I saw how you two looked at each other and…” Brandon trailed off and shrugged to finish his thought.

“But what about-”

“Look, Nelson” Brandon interrupted. He sounded exasperated and Finn clocked an odd look in his eye. It was almost sad. “I never took you for a cock block but that’s the second girl you’ve gotten in the middle of. Just go talk to Rae, yeah?” And with that he got up and disappeared into the crowd.

Finn’s hands shake as he dismounts his scooter and looks up at Rae’s house. After his fight with Brandon, he’d searched for her for ages, only to hear from Archie that she had gone off to help Chop. When he asked with what, Archie had slurred through an explanation of Rae being the “daddy” and something about that twat dealer from Dalehead snogging a fairy. It had only left Finn more confused, and by the time they made it to where they had parked up, Chop’s car was gone. Finn had driven him and a queasy Archie straight to the chippy in hopes she’d be there, but when the others (bar Brandon) arrived for the debrief, Chop explained that he had dropped Rae home a few hours ago. Finn had promptly ran home to shower (no way was he going to talk to her smelling like a distillery) and grab his bike. With a deep breath he heads towards the front door, before thinking better of waking Linda at this early an hour. Instead he climbs up the drain pipe and knocks gently on Rae’s window. After a few minutes Rae appears on the other side, confused, before she unlocks the window and opens it for him.

“Finn? What the bloody hell are you doing out there?” She whisper yells.

“Is it alright if I come in?”

“Uh…yeah okay. Just don’t break your neck alright? Don’t need my mum waking up to a dead body on the lawn.” She moves aside to let him in and once he’s safely got feet to carpet she’s asking “thought we were meant to meet at the chippy?”

“I needed to talk to you about summat important. In private” Finn says, taking a step closer to her. A worried look comes over her face before she nods and gestures for him to continue. “Rae…I…” he trails off, unsure of where to start, so he takes another step so they’re toe to toe.

“What?” her voice is so quiet and he can tell she’s bracing herself for whatever is about to happen.

Finn’s not sure getting this close was a good idea. He can smell her shampoo and his words die on his lips when he feels her chest rising and falling against his. His body knows what it wants though and suddenly he has one hand in her hair while the other cups her cheek, stroking her face gently. Rae’s eyes look wet as her gaze moves to Finn’s lips which are only an inch away from hers.

“Rae…”

“Yeah…”

“I came to tell you that I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he whispers. And then he’s kissing her.

Finn has imagined kissing her thousands of times. Endless variations of how it would go, who would make the initial move, which lip he would devour first (he always ended on her bottom one, it was just so plump), how long it would last, what noises she would make; but he never knew it could feel like this. No other girl made it feel like this. He could have never imagined how perfectly her mouth slotted with his, or the thrill that shot through him when he felt her fist his shirt and pull him closer, or the way they melted together when their tongues touched. Finn’s toes curled as his mind went blank while the rest of him felt so full. Too full; of words, of want, of need. At that moment kissing her became a necessity. World War III could be breaking out right next to them and all he would hear and see and feel was one Rae Earl.

Finn feels her smile against his lips before she pulls away slightly. Her mouth is still close enough that her lips brush his as she asks “why the fuck did we wait so long to do that?” He allows a breath of a laugh out before he’s on her again and, like at the chippy and the thousand other times he’s felt it before, it’s one of those moments. Their moments; when the rest of the world shifts away and it’s just the two of them. But this time Finn knows for sure what love is.

They’re in his room, on his bed, kissing. It’s been three weeks since the rave and they haven’t really stopped kissing, despite the protests of the gang. They haven’t gone further than that, but Finn’s not complaining. The fact that he gets to hold her by the waist and put his tongue in her mouth and call her his girl is amazing enough to him. So when Rae’s hands start to creep up the back of his shirt, and he feels her nails gently rake at his skin while her tongue swirls against his Adam’s apple, he isn’t ashamed to admit he’s already about to mess his jeans.

Finn dips his head, his mouth greedy to get back to her delicious lips. Her arms move up so her hands are in his hair and he takes the opportunity to slip his own hands under her top. She hums against his mouth and he takes it as his cue to continue. Finn’s hands ghost higher, until he can feel the smooth expanse of her back and the tips of his fingers rub the clasp of her bra. Rae shifts to lift her back off the bed and he pulls her with him so they’re both sitting upright. Finn nips her bottom lip before pulling away. He’s pleased to see she’s just as dazed as him, that maybe his kisses are messing with her mind as much as hers do his. Her eyes are half closed and her lips are swollen from his bites and the sight makes him feel like he’s on fire. She gives him a barely there brush of the lips before guiding his hands to the hem of her shirt. Finn looks into her eyes, raises his brows in question, afraid words will brake the sensous air thick around them. Rae comes close, nods against his nose before swiping her tongue across his top lip. He kisses her until he has to move to make way for her shirt and when he sees her breasts spilling out of a lacy teal bra, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to stand her in clothes again. His eyes travel from her cleavage, higher until they settle on a necklace. The necklace. B for Brandon’s necklace.

Finn’s certain he’s never lost his arousal faster. The sight of that gold pendant between her collar bones is gut wrenching. He hasn’t seen it since that first day, and after their kiss in her room he was sure he’d never see it again. But all this time it was under her clothes like a secret. Nestled close to the breasts that he’s been fantasizing about. He hasn’t moved and the only thing that shatters his shock is Rae pulling the covers over her. When he looks to her face she seems mortified and her eyes are full of tears.

“Fuck! I knew it. You’re disgusted by me. I can’t believe I let you see me!” Rae grabs for her shirt and stands. Tears fall from her eyes and hit Finn’s hand and he feels the panic rise inside of him.

“No Rae, no! That’s not- Rae!” He’s grabbing for her now but she pulls away and shoves her shirt over her head.

“Please don’t touch me Finn, don’t!”

“Rae listen to me -”

She’s on the floor grabbing her things, frantically searching for her Converse. She’s sobbing and the sound squeezes Finn’s heart like a vice.

“Rae! Listen to me, please! It’s not you! I love how you look, I swear!” Finn knows he’s yelling but he needs her to hear him. She does. She stops mid grab for her backpack and looks up at him. He gets down on his knees so they’re level and grabs her face. “Rae, I love your body. I find you so fucking sexy, believe me. It’s just…I saw the necklace and it was like a punch to the bollocks”

“What?” Confusion clouds over Rae’s face and she pulls out of his hands.

“Brandon’s necklace. Why are you still wearing it?” Finn’s voice brakes with the painful lump in his throat.

“What? The fuck are you talking about Finn?”

Finn sighs heavy, falls back so he’s sitting on his bum, and leans against his bed. “I know it’s from him Rae. B for Brandon.”

It’s quiet for a long moment, he’s staring at his hands because he’s afraid to look at her but when she laughs his head shoots up. The tears are gone and she’s wearing a smile. Finn grimaces at her. He doesn’t see what the hell about this situation could possibly be amusing. Rae shuffles on her knees until she’s in front of him, then swings one leg over to straddle his lap.

“You numpty. This necklace is not from Brandon.”

“What? Then who’s it from?”

Rae bites her lip and her eyes dance across his face as if she’s trying to memorize this moment. “It’s from Karim”

“KARIM?! But I…I don’t..Karim?” He knows he sounds daft but he is thoroughly confused.

“He gave it to me after him and my mum got married in Tunisia. Said he wanted me to feel like part of his family, ‘cause that’s what I am” Rae shrugs and places her hands on Finn’s neck, thumbs rubbing at his jawline. “Sounds cheesy, but it meant a lot to me. It’s the first time someone has wanted to be my dad in any sorta way, you know?” Tears fill her eyes again and Finn moves his arms to circle her waist.

“So-”

“B for Bouchtat, yeah” Rae interrupts and nods, giving him a watery smile. Finn buries his head in her neck, embarrassed.

“More like B for Bloody idiot. Fuck Rae, I’m so sorry. I’m such a dickhead” Finn says against her skin, nuzzling closer, trying to hide how red he’s gone. He’s been so thick about the whole situation.

“Yeah well, I’ve only been telling you that this whole time. Glad you’ve finally admitted it,” Rae laughs as she strokes his hair.

Finn places a kiss on her neck before pulling away, his finger tracing the chain of the necklace. “I really am sorry, Rae. I never want to make you cry. It’s just…the thought of you with anyone else…”

“You must really be an idiot if you think I want anyone else, Finnley. You’re stuck with me now.”

Finn beams and tightens his hold on her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And you don’t even need to give me a necklace,” Rae teases.

“Nah, anyone can get a necklace. I was thinking something more permanent. Like a massive ‘F’ tattoo on your back or summat.” Finn traces the letter above the band of her leggings for show.

“Bollocks to that!”

Finn shakes his head and laughs before pulling her face to his, close enough for their breath to mix. He rubs his nose lightly against hers.

“I love you, girl”

“I love you too, dickhead”

Hours later when Rae is fast sleep against his chest, her bare skin sticking to his, Finn reaches for a biro in his beside drawer and draws a tiny ‘F’ on the inside of her wrist.

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anoutlandishfanfic · 7 years ago

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Sound of Music AU: Adventures in Play Clothes

Huzzah! More Sound of Music! You can previous installments here.

It was absolutely beautiful summer day and I made the executive decision to cancel all indoor activities the children had. We packed a picnic lunch and all eight of us tramped around the grounds of Lallybroch until it grew quite late.

Sitting with my back against the stone wall of an old building, I basked in the sun like a lizard. The structure was a mill at one point, the children told me, but was long since retired. It had a small pond that was fed by a stream with giant trees shading it.

“Mistress Claire?” Jenny’s sleepy voice came from the grass beside me.

“Mmhmm?”

“Can we do this every day?” She turned her head to the side to face me, one eye cracking open as she grinned.

I laughed. “Don’t you think it’d get old after awhile?”

Sighing, she contemplated the idea, then suggested, “Every other day?”

A cheer rose up from Brian in the tree beside me. Willie had reached the highest, reliable branch in his tree and that apparently made his younger brother the winner by default. Little Maggie boasted not one, but two flower crowns and Jenny had plaited everyone’s hair with remarkable skill. Ellen had devoured an entire book this afternoon and had a good start on a second. Joan had a remarkable bouquet going, of which I was proud guardian while she found other blooms to add to it. Marsali taken roost beside me and pulled out her sketchbook to capture the intricacies of each bloom.

I wondered at the last time they were able to have fun and be children. How long ago had it been? Not laughed at a practical joke done to a caregiver or staff, but truly had fun. My heart ached to think that it had been months, if not years.

They were such wonderful children. So inquisitive and adventurous when given the opportunity to do as they please. I had watched the older children help the younger ones on numerous occasions just this morning alone. How could they play such awful tricks on people when I knew they had such kind hearts?

“What are you thinking about?” Marsali asked.

I chuckled to myself. You know your face is an open book, Beauchamp.

“I was just wondering why you play practical jokes on your nannies.”

Ellen lowered her book and raised her eyebrows, “How else would we get Father’s attention?”

Ah, yes. The age old “negative attention is better than no attention at all.” I suppose I would have done the same in their shoes. Brushing off the notion, I set the posy of wildflowers beside Marsali and picked up my guitar.

“What are we going to do now?” Brian eagerly inquired as he wandered over, having descended from adventure in the skies.

“We’re going to figure out a song for you to sing for Lady Geneva when she comes.” Had I not looked up from my instrument to answer him, I would have missed the almost telepathic messages of panic passed between the children. All of them looked completely petrified at the notion.

Jenny was the first to speak, “We don’t know how to sing, Mistress Claire.”

“Of course you do!” I waved them off, thinking them merely humble. “Everyone knows how to sing.”

“Except us.” Willie commented dryly.

I stared at them, turning from one face to the next. “You really don’t know how to sing?”

Maggie had plopped down in front of me and shook her head sadly. “No, Mistress Claire.”

I smiled down at her, knowing with all my heart that I was were I was supposed to me. “Well, then. I’ll just have to teach you.”

…

The sun was beginning to set as we made our way back to the house. Our shadows were long and distorted, causing no small amount of laughter. We were worn out and more than slightly muddy. I pulled a piece of clover from the shoulder of Joan’s blouse and wondered absently if the rest of them sported the layer of debris that she did. She had by far been the tamest of the pack, but even Joan was dirty from head to toe.

Sounds of crunching gravel and a motor signaled a car coming up behind us. Without needing instruction, the children immediately moved to the side of the road and turned to look at the approaching vehicle.

Jenny commented as it came into sight, “I think that’s Father.”

“No, it isn’t,” Brian argued. “He won’t be back for days.”

“But doesn’t it look like Old Alec is driving?” Willie asked of his siblings at large. They each had an opinion, but all waved just in case it was indeed their father as the vehicle passed. The windows were darkly tinted, obscuring our view. This only lead to more speculation as we continued our walk.

…

“It was Father!” Marsali shouted as we entered the dooryard.

The children surrounded him en mass with choruses of welcome and delight.

Grinning, I turned to the slender brunette standing beside the car. “You must be Lady Dunsany. I’m Claire Beauchamp, the nanny.”

Her gray eyes were filled with humor as she greeted me with formal civility. I had the impression it was all she could do not to laugh outright and wondered what she thought of Captain Fraser’s noisy brood. What he himself thought of them was evident as he blew a sharp, shrill blast on his whistle.

Their reaction was immediate. Spinning on their heels, they turned a complete about face and were in line in seconds. Brian and Marsali were having trouble containing their mirth, but as a whole they were right back to the orderly bunch I had met a few days before… save the mud.

The Captain walked up and down the line, ensuring order was at hand before speaking. “Children, this is Lady Dunsany...” He turned away from them with a pained expression and faced us. “...and these are my children.”

Lady Geneva schooled her features, nodding to them with a murmured, “How do you do?”

Captain Fraser snapped back around, dismissing the children with a command to go get cleaned up. I started to move with them, but was forced to stop as I found a fuming Scot standing in my way.

“I think I’d better go see what Ian is up to,” the Lady Geneva commented uneasily as she left us and walked into the house.

Now that we no longer had an audience, the Captain made no effort to hide his displeasure. Anger, was really more like it. “My children have proper clothing, Nurse. I would ask that they wear them.”

“Not for playing in, they don’t.” I retorted, ready for battle. These children were worth fighting for.

“An’ just where did ye find these…”

“Play clothes,” I supplied.

His brows rose, “Is tha’ what ye call them?”

“It is. I made them from the drapes in my room since they didn’t ---”

“Drapes?!” He exploded. “Dinna tell me my children have been wandering about the countryside dressed in drapes!”

I smiled at the remembrance of little Maggie’s laughter as Willie swung her thru the air. “Umhmm, and having a marvelous time.”

“They have uniforms!”

“Straitjackets, if you ask me.” I muttered under my breath.

“I dinna ask ye!”

Well, too bad, because you’re going to hear it anyway.

“They can’t play if they have to worry about spoiling their precious clothes all the ti--”

“I havena heard them complain.” He interrupted, his jaw set firmly.

“They wouldn’t dare!” I exploded. “They love you too much! They’re afraid of you too!”

“I willna allow ye to speak of my children in this manner, Mistress Beauchamp,” the Captain's blue eyes flashed.

“Well, you’ve got to hear it from someone!” I took a step forward, meeting him toe to toe. “You’re never home long enough to get to know them! Take Ellen, for instance. She isn’t a child anymore! One of these days you’re going to wake up and find she’s grown into a woman. You won’t even know her!”

His face was becoming rather red, but I took little heed. He needed to hear this whether he liked it or not.

“I said, I willna---”

“And what about William? He’s still a boy, but he wants so badly to be a man like you!”

He grabbed hold of my shoulders, his nose inches from mine. “Don’t ye dare speak of my son like--”

“Marsali could tell you about him,” my chin rose in defiance as I all but shouted up at him, “She notices everything! And Jenny, and Brian, and--”

“They are my children an’--”

“I’m not finished yet, Captain!” I shouted.

“Aye, ye are, Captain!” He responded in kind.

I blinked, completely taken aback.

“Nurse Beauchamp, I mean.” He took a step away from me, dropping his hands as he gained control over his voice. “Your services are no longer necess--”

The chorus of the song I had taught the children wafted thru the open window of the parlor. A hesitant chord was strummed as well and the sound sent a shock-wave thru the Captain. He tensed, turning towards it.

When he looked back to me a phrase or two later, his face was completely changed. He stood before me, but it was obvious his mind was far afield. “What is tha’?” He asked.

“It’s singing,” I answered, my heart aching for the children whose voices were entwined in harmony.

“Aye, I ken,” he shook his head, almost as if he was trying to dispel the vapors of the past. “But who?”

“Your children.”

His brows skyrocketed in the same gesture Ellen had used this very afternoon, “My children?”

I didn’t answer, but watched in silence as he slowly moved towards the open door. I followed once he was inside, standing in the shadows of the entry way and marveling at the scene before me.

The Captain stood at the center of the room with his children surrounding him on all sides. Little Maggie was in Willie’s arms and she reached instinctively for her father. My breath caught in my throat as he picked her up and held her close. He patted Joan on the head tenderly as she beamed up at him with her gap-toothed smile. Marsali bent and whispered something in her ear, prompting Joan to move towards Lady Dunsany with a small posy of her wildflowers outstretched in one hand.

“For me?” Lady Geneva smiled warmly at Joan, then looked to her father. “James, you never told me how wonderful your children are!’

James. Captain Fraser had a name after all. It suited him, I thought.

He turned his gaze to the door and I knew he had saw me. Drat. I quickly moved towards the stairs. He had just fired me, after all, and here I stood infringing on their intimate family moment.

“Nurse…” His voice stopped me just as my foot reached the bottom step. He crossed the hallway quickly and continued. “I, ah, shouldna have acted in such a manner towards ye. I apologize.”

I shook my head, “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m far too outspoken for my own good.”

He dropped his eyes as well as his voice, “Ye were right in yer words. I dinna ken my own children.”

“It’s not too late to get to know them, Captain. They desperately want to know you.” I said gently as I made my way up the stairs.

“Wait,” he bounded around the banister and stood a step below me, our eyes meeting as our difference in height vanished. “I want ye to stay.”

My surprise must have shown for he smiled at me rather meekly, adding, “I ask ye to stay, tha’ is.”

“If you really want me to,” I commented, more than a little unsure.

He nodded, “I do, I couldna find a better nanny.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“I am. Ye’ve brought music back into the house, I’d forgotten,” he said in all seriousness, then broke out into a wide smile. “Besides, I dinna think the agency would send me another nanny wi’ my track record.”

#Outlander #outlander fanfic #sound of music AU #adventures in play clothes

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2017-09(SEP)-30th-Saturday (night)--ANOTHER ABORIGINAL RIOT TONIGHT IN THIS HELHOLE THAT REQUIRED POLICE.

----- I TOLD YOU SOMETHING LIKE THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. -----

Note: in advance....I offer to West Australian Police who are free to glean from this blog report anything they need. - But then again...NOBODY cares about me...or about getting Fliss and I back together again as the couple we were...so why the hell should I ever bother to stay alive.

Tonight, as soon as it became dark, there was cars roaring around this hellhole.

As soon as it became dark, there was aboriginals roaming all up and down the streets and carrying on nonstop. And they attracted even MORE aboriginals thru the criminals pedestrian walkway at the end of Kalara Road street. But they were also going back and forth THROUGH the criminals pedestrian walkway.

Criminal aboriginals from the usual criminal households all congregated upon 6 Kalara Way, Koongamia, Western Australia. The aboriginal house amongst the aboriginal ghetto that house used to be ruled by Fatguts the aboriginal drug dealer but was supposedly totally evicted along with that entire household.

But they NEVER all just went away and disappeared. They just dispersed and started up in other aboriginal houses. I don't know about the drug dealing (likely), but VERY much the levels of criminality certainly still exists and has escalated back and beyond previous levels.

All of that has been seen throughout my blog. (and much of localised information you will NEVER publicly read about elsewhere in any 'NEWS' because it has been kept out of the publics eye), and there was a LOT more YOU cannot possibly imagine. - All that they want to forever portray is the NEWS is pathetic 'good news' stories ad infinitum, especially anything concerning aboriginals at all.

Despite there being a fire ban, aboriginals don't give a fuck about any laws whatseover. And the stench of smoke is in the air.

Around 8pm (20:00 hours) or so, a large vehicle left 6 Kalara Way. But it didn't leave straight away. It just reversed out into the street from the driveway and just stayed there just blocking the road and playing it's headlights into 4 Kalara Way.

Aboriginal after aboriginal kept walking up to the drivers window and talking to the driver. That went on for some time. Eventually the vehicle drove off and onto Clayton Street and headed west.

After a short while there was false calm.

And so I fed the dogs dear Sam & dear Max some toast whilst I also had some because I desperately needed to have some painkillers earlier than the allowed period of gap. Then I took them outside into the backyard for their doggie ablutions and to keep a safe eye upon them.

Whilst we were out there, I could hear other neighborhoods dogs intruder-barking and sounding alerts. We came back inside.

Then at around 8:13pm, there started to arise a GREAT TUMULT from the aboriginal 6 Kalara Way place. VIOLENT VOICES, VIOLENT THREATS, VERY LOUD FEMALE YELLING OUTS, VERY LOUD MALE ABORIGINAL GUTTERAL THREATS...all this was going on and on.

A car backed out of there. Parked into the driveway of the house next door (4 Kalara Way) with it's headlights on. But it only stayed there a short while, then moved up to the NEXT driveaway (2 Kalara Way) and did the same but this time stayed there. (it stopped at the unfenced house of 2 Kalara Way that aboriginals have repeatedly daily attacked and smashed and nobody wants to believe me that it's the SAME lots of criminals doing it over and over again, despite aboriginals also doing so much rampant damage to 10 Kalara Road across the road fro there).

An aboriginal got out of the car, and sat down on the ground next to it and was constantly looking down to 6 Kalara Way from there.

A male aboriginal thug came storming out of 6 Kalara Way with no shirt on (Shirtless. - and shoeless?), and he was rabid and VERY VERY VIOLENT. He would go out of 6 Kalara Way onto the street then rabidly repeatedly run back into 6 Kalara Way and there was sounds of fighting and attacking and screams before he would again get back onto the road.

An aboriginal? man walked away from 6 Kalara Way and was going to go through the criminals pedestrian walkway at the end of Kalara Road in the dark. Somebody (a man) ran after him and was calling out his name (which I've forgottten) but the man kept walking off and seemed VERY despondent and upset and vocally loudly uttered all that, and he also stated how he was so fed up with all the shit and criminality. (not his exact words but along those meanings) - The other man tried to talk to him but the man walked off through the criminals walkway.

The man who had tried to talk to him, then started slowly making his way back to 6 Kalara Way but diverted his course and instead sat down near to the other person who had moved that car there to 2 Kalara Way's driveway. And they just waited there and watched.

Events at 6 Kalara Way continued escalting. Countless times the bare-chested thug dashed back and that elicited more shouts and screams in violence.

At one point several people surrounded the thug, ALL on the street, in the middle of the street, but he seemed to suddenly lash out and strike them, possibly sending one to crash onto the road before he again raced back into 6 Kalara Way to continue. MORE SCREAMS.

ON AND ON AND ON ALL THIS WENT.

THEN THERE WAS THE VERY LOUD SOUNDS OF THINGS BEING SMASHED AT/INSIDE 6 Kalara Way, and VERY LOUD SCREAMS BY FEMALES, SHOUTINGS, VOCAL THREATS, GUTTERAL JIBBERISH, VERY LOUD SMASHES OF GLASS THINGS. LOUD SMASHES OF PERHAPS OF INTERIOR WALLS OR DOORS BEING SMASHED, AND ON AND ON AND ON ALL THIS WENT.....

Once again the thug was on the street and other aboriginals all about. Some on foot were at the end of Kalara Way and they went onto Clayton Street and were vanishing from sight into the total darkness of Koongamia School oval area. That is also a vastly criminal area, especially when it is dark.

Suddenly (from I don't know who), there was a shout and loud vocal warning by an aboriginal stating that POLICE were coming. In an instant, all of a sudden, several things happened....

They all VERY QUICKLY folded back inside 6 Kalara Way and went utterly silent......(it was as if NOTHING WAS GOING ON)....the car that had parked at in the driveway of 2 Kalara Way was started up, and the two people who had been sitting there got into it, slowly drove past 5 Kalar Way, and then slowly drove down Kalara Way entirely, into the Koongamia School oval carpark and they turned off all their lights.

False calm.

Off in the very far distance, a West Australian POLICE vehicle siren could be heard. (that's one way they are forever escaping from POLICE)

Eventually that vehicle came along Clayton Street but stopped with all it's POLICE lights flashing JUST BEFORE it got to 6 Kalara Way. What it was doing I have no idea but it took some time.

The occupants who had parked darkly in the school oval carpark got out and milled about that vehicle.

Eventually the POLICE vehicle drove up Kalara Way and parked outside of 6 Kalara Way with it's headlights off, but with all it's POLICE lights on which was utterly blinding.

Several residents seemed to come out of their houses and approached the POLICE vehicle, probably to personally vocally report all the shit that had been going on.

From the aboriginal 6 Kalara Way house slowly came out one or two aboriginals very reluctantly and went to the POLICE vehicle.

A short time later, another West Australian POLICE vehicle with all it's POLICE flashing lights on was heard to be coming. And it arrived then parked on the road surface.

It was at that point I stopped observing what was going on.

Everything since the explosion of overt violence at 6 Kalara Way to the second POLICE arriving now made the time of night at around 8:40pm (20:40).

Poor Sam & Max were going utterly frantic, barking and running all about inside, and so we all went outside and they checked for intruders and they did yet another round of ablutions depsite just having done so shortly before all this shit at 6 Kalara Way exploded.

Now it's back to false calm.

I told you so. - I PREDICTED/FORECASTED SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD OCCUR IN MY LAST BLOG POST. THAT WAS BASED ON PAST COUNTLESS INCIDENTS IN THE PAST THAT IS BEING IGNORED AS IF IT DOESN'T EXIST BY OTHERS.

And I can almost completely guarentee that NONE of all this will ever make any of the public NEWS anywhere. Just like NOTHING of all the shit ever does.

False calm.

All this shit was usually part of a Sunday/Monday scheduled pile of shit, but as I've been saying for so long, there is NO SCHEDULES WHATSOEVER NOW, NO TIMETABLES FOR CRIMES, CRIMINALS AND CRIMINALITY.

Tomorrow will see rabid aboriginals about the streets, probably fresh break-ins by them, fresh wanton deliberate damages, more crime, more shit, all met with total denials of it all ever happening or being of any concern and to anyone who complains they will me met with indifference and counter-claims by authorities on behalf of the criminals who the criminals have them all sown up and in their pocket believing all the utter lies and bullshit the criminals want everyone to believe.

Then on Monday, maybe will come the VERY VERY QUIET and secretive West Australian Police visits, to the aboriginal criminal households. Or maybe there will come the nameless aboriginal departmentals to fossick around and offer even more bullshit to them all as a 'reward'. (all THAT'S happened countles times to before in the past).

And I'm sure there will be some sort of property repairers going to 6 Kalara Way AGAIN to repair the place. And just remember that the ENTIRE place was emtpy and being renovated for over a year whilst at the same time being constantly criminally attacked from the aboriginal 3 Kalara Way place across the road from 6 Kalara Way. -- ALL CONNECTED. ALL CRIMINAL. JUST AS IT HAS BEEN FOR SO VERY VERY LONG.

I've told you and the world LONG ago that 6 Kalara Way is part of the aboriginal criminal households. - When will you belive me? - When will anyone believe me of everything?

The aboriginal criminal ghetto grew...and it was allowed to grow...and allowed to fester and become even more criminal....and allowed to have countless mini-criminals to further it all until forever.

There WILL eventually happen an event sometime that they will have trouble covering up, but they have covered up so much already......

What you will NEVER also see is just HOW MANY TIMES POLICE have been involved at 6 Kalara Way, 3 Kalara Way, 6 Kalara Way......

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I told you it was false calm.

09:53pm (21:53).....criminal aboriginal females from the 3 Kalara Way aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD are out now walking on the roads in the darkness and heading slowly up to the Koongamia shops area.

Dogs are barking and getting upset.

Saturday is STILL not over, and I'm going to post this up before I go to lay down in agony. Not that anyone cares about me at all and my HELL.

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I love you dear Fliss and want to be with YOU just as you promised us. -- I'm feeling very physically ill right now. My head is spinning, and the vestiges of this damned flu have reaserted themselves I think as well. - Poor Sam was having terrible nightmares earlier in the night, then Max was. I will no doubt have my own terrible nightmares when I sleep....IF I can sleep. - But do you even care dear Fliss? -- I love you dear Fliss and want to be with YOU just as you promised us.

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