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bloodyfangedtiger · 5 years ago

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Goodbye Jack, I'm Sorry

So yeah, another mpreg prompt but if you don't like it then shove off.

Rhys bit his lip as he looked at the results, his closest friends sitting right across from him in the privacy of his own home. "I-but how? I was on suppressants! I have an implant! How could this-?!" He bit off on a choked sob and his friend the accountant rushed over to his side to help him hide. "Hey, it's going to be okay Rhys. We'll figure something out."

Their other friend bit his lip and looked over at the PA with a look that screamed I'm sorry. "Judging by the growth, it seems that during the time of the attack on Helios is when it was conceived and that was during your heat correct?"

Rhys nodded.

"During the attack, Zarpedon set off an EMP that wiped out most electronics on the station. Which includes your implant and unlocked your womb. Rhys, you are currently four months pregnant."

The omega wailed and hugged his friend tighter while their doctor friend joined them in a group hug. "You should call him, if there's one thing Jack hates the most it's surprises."

Rhys held the man's hand "Thank you, Tim, for everything." He leaned into the doctor's embrace who looks almost exactly the same as the man he has been sleeping with for the past year and a half.

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Brr brr brr

Click

"Really not the best time, cupcake! These assholes have got a murder on!" Handsome Jack's voice rang from the echo while Rhys leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom with a hand around his stomach.

"Jack- I mean sir. I have something to tell you." The PA choked as the gravity of the situation hit him hard.

"It can wait till I get back, come get me you sons of bitches!"

The call cut off and Rhys dropped to his knees, he couldn't do this. It just-he and him-no they can't. Jack has a kid of his own, he's running his own company and he's also engaged so...there's no room for the two of them.

He knows what he has to do but it is going to be hell of a lot hard for him to do it.

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He wipes the sweat off his brow after he finishes the manual he's created for his replacement, he picked a law student grad who knows how a company runs and has some daddy issues but is a Beta. The other choices were old men or women that couldn't tell their asses from their elbows.

He glances around the massive office once last time before he hands the receptionist his key card and pass codes and bids the place farewell. Tim and Vaughn pick him up from the office and bring him to the clinic for one last checkup. "Vitals are stable, hormone levels are adequate and...heh you've got three beautiful pups in ya. Looks like they're identical."

Vaughn snorted "Three mini Jacks running around the house, oh your life is going to be hell!" He chortled which earned him a slap on the back by Rhys robotic hand.

Tim gave him a years supply of prenatal vitamins and some other supplements to help with fetal growth before they all bid each other goodbye.

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The doors to Jack's office burst open as the king himself walked in with the air of an egotistic hero. "Ahhhh it feels great to be home!"

All that happiness left in an instant when he heard his little girl sniffling and immediately runs to his daughter's side. "Angel! Angel baby are you okay? What's wrong?"

The fourteen year old looked up at him while she held a letter in her hands "Dad, Rhys left."

Jack bit his lip then threw on a smile "Maybe he's gone down to Pandora to get some ice cream? You know how much ice cream he eats." He tried to soothe his little girl.

The siren growled "He left for good!" She yelled, her arms glowing as her powers activated. "He said that he is sorry and that he hopes you're happy!" She shoved the letter into his chest and ran off to her room. Leaving the king like president dumb founded.

He looked down at the letter she had thrusted into his chest and could smell the distressed scent of his PA wafting off of it like he was standing right by him.

Jack. Mr. Lawrence. Mr. Handsome Jack sir, I apologize for the inconvenience my sudden.

(The whole top part of the letter had been scratched out.)

Jack, I'm sorry that this is sudden but I can't stay here under your employment anymore. I'm sorry but I can no longer be your quick fling nor your personal assistant.

I've made a manual for my replacement and have chosen a grad student Beta to take my place. Just give them the book and they'll know what to do.

Tell Angel that I'm sorry for not saying goodbye but I wish you both the happiness you both deserve.

Congratulations on your future wedding, may you have happy days.

Rhys Gallagher.

He should feel angry, furious, disappointed but none of that comes to mind. He should tear up the letter but he can't move. "Rhysie. Dammit, why? Why are you doing this?" He brought the letter close to his face and inhaled deeply the scent of his Omega. The quirky, lanky programmer of a PA who he hired on a whim and now doesn't regret a single thing. Until now.

He shoves the letter into his drawer and storms out of his office, past his receptionist and straight to security. He kicks the doors in and barks "I WANT EVERY JACKASS IN THIS ROOM TO TRACK DOWN WHERE MY P.A WENT!" he howled.

Yvette freezes in her chair and subtlety calls Rhys so that he can hear what is going on up on Helios.

"I want him found and I want him home yesterday!"

Rhys, on Pandora, bit his lip as he listened to the call. He didn't think Jack would care, he didn't think he meant much to the fucking King of Helios. He thought that he was just some code monkey fuck buddy to him. He shook his head and ended the call before looking over at his arm and then at the replacement Atlas had designed for him. "I'm sorry, Jack."

From then on, his days as an Atlas employee began and he disappeared from Jack's radar.

→→→→

Fifteen years later*

A fifteen year old boy with auburn brown hair and green eyes grinned as he faced a bunch of psycho bandits. "C'mon, sweethearts, you really think you can take me on? Only in your sick dreams." His sharp chin and square jaw makes him look like the oppressive ruler of Hyperion but if you asked this kid he would say "That guy? No way are we related. 'Sides, I'm cooler than him by far."

He's wearing a navy blue sleeveless tunic and a pair of baggy trousers with some black swamper like boots that make him look like a pirate rather than a desert dweller of the dirt planet called Pandora.

A girl with brown eyes of similar age and dark brown hair rolled her eyes while she sat on top of a shanty house and watched the boy. "Mom is going to kill you."

The boy only grinned and began to slaughter all the psychos with the gauntlets around his hands which fire small rocket like bullets upon impact that decimate its target. Creating a bloody mess and no hopes of identification.

The girl rolled her eyes and adjusted the blades on the back of her arms as well as front. She recalibrated her weapons and flexed her arms till she was satisfied with the results and puts her tools away into the belt around her waist.

"Jackson, quit screwing around. We have to get ready for mom's party." She announced, her long hair pulled back into a ponytail with one long bang covering her left eye. She is wearing what looks like a tube top with two belt straps that connect her shirt to her shorts. Two more straps wind around her legs and snake down to her slip on shoes that have small decorative wings on the heels. On her back is a strange backpack that actually holds mechanical wings she can control with her back muscles and by moving her core.

"Harley, do you really have to be a buzz kill?" The boy known as Jackson with slicked back hair griped before wiping his face and body off with a towel to remove the blood. "This party is just going to be a drag, a bunch of fat ass aristocrats who either A.) Want to get into mom's pants or B.) In his pockets. Why the fuck should we go?" He rolled his eyes.

Harley took a deep breath before slowly exhaling "For support, it would mean a lot to him if we were there. We don't have to talk to anyone, just stay still and look pretty."

Her brother narrowed his eyes in what can only be described as disgust. "If I get groped again, there will be blood." He promised green orbs that promise murder.

Harley only smirked "Don't worry, we'll have your back. Les and I will make sure those gross aristocrats don't pinch your ass again."

»»»»

Rhys stood in the ballroom wearing his usual black jacket and trousers with his platinum plated cybernetic arm outstretched to greet the on coming guests. Even though fifteen years have passed, Rhys doesn't look like he's aged a day probably because of his healthy diet of fruits and veggies.

Even if he did have gray hair and wrinkles, Jack would still see him as the most beautiful creature in the world. "Rhys." The name slips past his lips as he watches his Omega, his former PA and the man he is going to beat the shit out of soon.

"You look awesome mom!" A teenage girl with one green eye and one brown eye squealed as she hugged Rhys, wearing a gold colored sundress that gleams brightly like the sun itself. Her brunette and auburn colored hair tied back into a luxurious bun that sits atop her head like a crown.

Rhys petted her head and gave her a tight squeeze "Thank you, Les. You look adorable in that dress." He smiled before letting her go and then darting his eyes around the room looking for someone. He persed his lips and sighed. "Where are Jackson and Harley?"

Les or Lesley if you would, rocked back on her heels while scratching the back of her neck. "Jack is still getting ready and Harley is at the punch bowl."

The Omega pinched the bridge of his nose "What's the problem this time?"

Lord knows it takes forever to get his son ready, Jackson prefers a certain style for his attire and won't wear anything except that. This style is pirate theme or at least water themed and it can't be flashy or else he'll walk around shirtless.

"He says that he doesn't want to dress up and rather wear his own clothes." Les replied carefully.

Jack watched them interact from close by and there is no mistaking it, that is his daughter. 'Is that why he left? Because he was pregnant?' Jack thought anxiously, feeling his pride take a beating because his Omega couldn't tell him and had to hide the news.

He felt the ring box weigh heavily in his pocket, he picked it out specifically for him. It must have been what Rhys meant by "future wedding". He must have seen the receipt for it or maybe it was the chapel he booked that gave him the wrong idea.

His eyes narrowed and all he saw was red, there his beloved stands not two feet away and damn him will he let him go again. He hurriedly made his way through the crowds of people and grabbed Rhys by his flesh arm before pulling him flush to his chest. He buried his nose into those brown locks and inhaled his sweet scent. "Dammit, Rhys. You really like to make me work for you huh? I've been looking for you everyday for the past fifteen years." He felt a sob bubble in his throat from all the longing he felt for his former PA.

Rhys stood stock still as the Alpha he once loved held him so close with such a tight embrace he was afraid he might break. "Break it up before I barf." Jackson oh so eloquently requested.

Wearing a brown tunic and trousers plus his swampers, Harley stood next to him wearing a black dress with a sweetheart neck line and a slit up one side.

Rhys's jaw dropped "Harley Angela Gallagher what are you wearing?!"

The girl shrugged "Something to catch me a date, there's this hottie I've been wanting to wrap around my finger. She's got a sister too."

Rhys face palmed while Jackson rolled his eyes "Jack, these are your kids." He said with a groan and gestured to the triplets.

"Harley, the eldest, Jackson, the second eldest and Leslie the youngest."

Jack let go of Rhys but kept an arm around his waist, putting on his best smile. "I'm Handsome Jack Lawrence. Your dad and president of Hyperion."

Jackson didn't look amused and said nothing while Harley said hello and Leslie full on tackled him. "Daddy!" She cried out with joy which earned her a hug and being picked by the Hyperion pres himself. She nuzzled her head into his neck, breathing in his scent.

Jack held her tight and looked over at his kids, his beautiful wonderful children that he missed out watching them grow up. He let Les go and heaved Rhys over his shoulder "Sorry, kiddos. Mommy and Daddy need to have a little quality time and a long talk."

Jack took them to his hotel room with a protesting Omega wriggling around on his shoulder and smacking his back. "Jack! I have to give a speech soon!"

He was unceremoniously thrown onto the wide queen sized bed. "Oh you're going to give a speech alright." Jack chuckled in that 'I'm going to kill you and enjoy it' tone before caging Rhys in on the bed with his hands on either side of the Omega's hips. "Mind telling me what happened fifteen years ago?"

His former PA looked away "You hung up on me when I needed you. I was so scared that I didn't know what else to do. Then I remembered that letter I found, saying the date had been set for your wedding and a dress had been picked out for your bride."

Jack chuckled and gently took Rhys chin "Baby, if you talked to me we would have figured things out."

Rhys glared and took his head away "I can't be a good fuck for you while you're married, Jack. Pregnant with triplets and having to tiptoe around your wife and not being able to tell who the father is. I couldn't do it."

Jack leaned in and breathed in Rhys scent before whispering in his ear "That dress." He pressed a kiss to the Omega's bonding site, sending shivers down the other's spine. "That date." He moved till he was able to engulf the site fully into his mouth "It was all for you. I was going to propose after I got back." He began to suck on the sensitive skin, causing Rhys to grab the sheets and spread his legs to accommodate the Alpha between his legs. He bit his lip to stifle a moan when Jack pinched the skin between his teeth and pulled slightly.

"I wanted to make you mine, I picked out the most perfect dress, a perfect planet and top notch security to have our wedding." Jack murmured against his skin "But that is going to have to wait, because I need to punish my Omega." He purred into Rhys ear.

★★★

Rhys panted and whined as Jack held him in his lap and shallowly thrusted his fingers in his ass. Only rubbing just the edges of his prostate and not getting anywhere close to his womb. "Jack, please." He gripped onto the Alpha's lapels and tried to fuck himself on those rough padded digits only to have them ripped away. "Uhuh uh, kitten. This is a punishment after all. I'm going to keep this pace up till you're begging me for my cock." The Hyperion CEO smirked before he rubbed Rhys's entrance with the tip of his calloused finger.

The Omega male whined and whimpered as slick oozed from his teased hole. "Jaaaack!"

The Alpha growled and rubbed his erection against the Omega's oozing hole. "You want this, kitten? You want my cock in your tight hole?" The Hyperion CEO growled into the Atlas man's ear.

#mpreg #jackxrhys #abo dynamics

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omg-puddingpie · 6 years ago

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Chap. 2

“You never realize how strong you truly are, until being strong is the only choice you have…”

Lyla ventured into the kitchen, patiently waiting for the return of Penelope. She could hear the others walking around, while her younger group carelessly plays in the living room.

Gren emerges from around the corner and wraps his arms around Lyla’s waist. She chuckles, allowing her husband to gently rest his chin upon her shoulders. Even after all their time spent together, Gren never ceased to amaze her.

“So, what’s up with Penelope?” Gren nuzzles his face into Lyla’s neck while speaking. “Typical teenager issues or is it a hectic pile of emotions we dare not to touch with a ten foot pole?”

Lyla giggles. “It’s far worse than that I’m afraid but...it’s my own fault or attempting to push this under the rug for so long. I should have told her years ago….”

“You did what YOU thought was necessary, Lyla...remember this.”

Lyla removes herself from Gren’s grasp, heads to the counter and pours herself a cup of Coffee. Grasping the cup in her hands, she takes a seat, slowly sips from the edge and stares blankly at the wall.

“But was it the RIGHT thing to do, Grendel?”

Gren takes a seat beside Lyla, grabs her hand and lovingly strokes it. This woman before him was stronger than anyone he had the privilege of knowing; she’d been through a lot and the majority of those would remain between her and whatever the afterlife may bring them all. It wasn’t that Lyla was ashamed of the past, for it’s the very thing that created her but more of how those emotions left her: feeble. Over the centuries, Gren learned just how to simply read Lyla’s emotions.

“You did the best you could for those kids, Lyla. Sometimes as parents, we find ourselves questions our actions more and more: Should I have done THIS differently, was that punishment truly needed….did I raise them to be GOOD people?”

“It’s just….her biological father came over multiple times and….I had the opportunity to tell her but….I was terrified, Gren. The THINGS attached to Penelope, plus just WHO Mephisto is and-”

“I don’t think he’ll hurt Penelope in any way. IF there is some grand plan for her in this world, he’s the key to that destination...only he can prepare her for whatever may be waiting in the shadows….” Gren squeezes Lyla’s hand and beams. “.....I did not raise Penelope or her siblings when they were little ankle biters but…..damn it, Lyla: you raised a wonderful bunch of kids in there and if Penelope understood, she’d see through your eyes just WHY it had to be done this way….”

Lyla nods. If Penelope was to sincerely sprout her wings and fly alone, Lyla had to give her the needed push into the open: The open that she’d been attempting to avoid since Penelope’s conception but despite everything, all of this as well worth it in the end. During her talk with Penny, her daughter stated the want to venture out and seek her biological father and all that he could provide.

“Hand me my phone, Gren...I need to place a call….”

Later that night…..12:45 pm

“Wait, so our dad isn’t YOUR dad too, Penny?”

While the younger children and their parents slept, the quads remained awake and huddled into Penelope’s room, of which she shared with her sister Emily. The order went like this: Katherine, Emily, Junior and finally, Penny. Junior and Emily took after their father’s side and were identical clones to who the man was at one time. Katie looked more like her mother, with a mix of her grandmother but the brains of her grandfather, who was once a proud and devoted Alpha pack leader. Penelope was like her mother, yes but there was always a difference to her that no one could quite put their finger on, that is, until tonight.

Penny sits upon her computer chair, staring at her older siblings. “Guess not but….that explains some things.”

“Really? Like what?”

Penelope eyes Emily. “Remember when we were five years old and you had this obnoxious need to pick on me, no matter what the situation was.”

“Oh yea’....” Emily chortles. “I rememba’ that. I made ya’ cry so many times-”

“AND….” Penny continues her tale. “.....Do you recall one summer, we went to the lake with mom, nana and papa for three weeks and while we played by the river, you felt the need to PUSH me into a puddle nearby, full of muck, twigs and God knows what?!”

“Oh….” The memory seemed to be brought to life through Emily’s eyes. “.....I do…..”

“And you laughed and laughed and while Katie ran to get help, this dark cloud enveloped me and for sometime, YOU said my eyes changed and I looked infuriated?”

Emily attempts to swallow back the lump developing in her throat. She glances over at her brother, who was a witness to that afternoon as well. Emily must have pushed this memory into the back, hoping time would clear this but the more her sister unraveled the past, the more the images became clear, as if she was right back to the location.

Emily was just being a brat and doing things that came with the territory of being a sister; she never meant to hurt Penelope but rather play a giddy prank. At first, Emily howled uncontrollably at her now muck covered sister, until Junior mumbled something and points. At that moment, faceless figures emerged from the surrounding forest, coming towards the children in groups of black. The little creatures, later called Coal Tars, swarmed around Penelope and darted across the air; they seemed harmless, until a cosmic quantity of them gathered, now bouncing above both Junior and Emily.

Junior speaks in this matter. “I’d never seen you like that and afterwards, when all was said and done, I’d never face you the same. Nana and papa kept saying it was because she had Witch heritage in her and at such a tender age, you’ll believe just about anything to mask your fears and uncertainty.”

At that moment, Emily speaks. “Since that day, I neva’ messed with ya’ again. It was not worth it, ta’ be honest….but afta’ that afternoon, something in ya’ changed.”

Penny shakes her head in agreement. “But after tonight and the talk mom and I had, it makes sense….all of it….”

“But….how is that possible,” said Katie, while she scoots closer to Penny. “....And why would mom allow a client to impregnate her? She said she was always careful with casual hookups before she got married and-”

“We’re here.” Junior chuckles with his answer.

“Yes but a Demon of all things? And not JUST a Demon but the king of time?”

“Where are you getting at, Katie?”

Katie crosses her arms and sighs. “He’s obviously not just some ordinary Demon that has crossed this family’s path. For example, Mr. Chester D’Emon: He’s been a GOOD friend to mom and Grendel for centuries and have assisted them in missions when they use to work for an organization to keep the peace between the mundane, supernatural and beyond. But this guy-your dad, Penny-is royalty. He’s played the field and has been around for a looooong time….and it’s no secret we all now know about our prophecies, right?”

“Psh!” Emily laughs loudly. “Ya’ really believe in that stupid story?! Katie: Out of all of us, ya’ BE the brains and-”

“Don’t pretend like nothing has CHANGED among the four of us, Emily….I’ve noticed the difference between us all. Judging by the stories we’ve been told about our father, you’re identical to him, Emily…..”

“And? Just a coincidence….”

Katie looks at Junior. “And mom said yours would involve Bloody Mary, which you two have been in contact since mom could recall. Ever since she brought us home, the mirror dweller has taken every opportunity to view you. For fuck sakes, man: She use to play pretend and hide-n-seek with you when we were kids!”

Junior remained hushed, for he knew this to be true. Katie continues. “I’ve been following papa and his second in command Malcom for two years now because the world of leadership and government has interested me since I was a young pup. Being responsible and holding a place among the community has always been a dream of mine. Apparently, my prophecy leads me into leadership, so explain THAT one….”

“So where does that leave Penny?”

Katie continues. “I’m not sure if this is true but I overheard mom and Grendel talking one night sometime ago about you, Penny and it involved something called the Black Knight. Might not be anything too dramatic but seeing your biological father is a Demon-king of time, mind you-it seems to fit in nicely with your prophecy. Maybe Black Knight is code word for next in line?”

Penny exhales, removes herself from the chair and heads to her closet. While taking out a suitcase and sliding clothes off of their hangers, she begins to think about what her sister said. Was she next in line for something? Did her father have something planned, considering she was the ONLY one of the quads to have a different father? Was there something bigger mapped out besides this Black Knight title?

“I’ll find out for sure you guys. I’m going to be gone for sometime and….I promise, no matter what this journey means to me or my future, I’ll still be the same bubbly sister you all know and love.”

Katie looks over at the clock; upon noticing how late it was, she figured now was the time to head off into dreamland. While standing and stretching, Katie looks over at Penny; how Katie was desperately wanting that statement to be true but deep down, all of them knew this was a false promise and nothing in this room between them would ever remain the same. Life had a comical way of doing this, too. All Katie could manage to do was crack a crooked smile and glance back at her sister for the last time. She’d welcome the ‘new’ Penelope when the time was right but for now, Katie wanted to relive this moment.

“You sure will be, sis. Have fun on your trip, okay? Make sure to take a TON of pictures for us because I’m slightly jealous you get to go to Japan right now….”

And like that, Katie was gone and heading to her room. Junior quickly follows, now yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“Did I scare you too, Junior?”

“Penny….” He despised this guilty feeling. “.....It’s late, you know? I just want you to know, even with all this mess and unknown lurking in the shadows, we’re STILL family. I hope you find what you’re looking for out there.”

“Thanks Junior…..I’ll miss you….”

The pair embrace for a minute. “I’ll miss you too, sis. Keep us posted, okay?”

“I will Junior….I will….”

Junior exits the room and trails down the hall, until he enters his own room, shuts the door and remains hushed the rest of the night. Penny continues to to fold her clothes, layer them within the suitcase and prepare herself for the trip. This was all in an instant; one minute, her mother is explaining the truth, the family sits together for a meal and before she knew it, a private plane was on its way to pick Penelope up. She’d be alone this time around.

“Well, I’m headin’ ta bed sis.”

“Emily…..you don’t think it’ll be different between us, do you? I mean, sure our lives have different plans but….Katie seemed so sure of herself and-”

“Look, ya’ know ‘ow I feel ‘bout this shit: if it’s true, it’ll ‘appen ta’ us ALL, Penny. If not, we go ‘bout our lives and call it good. But ya’ NOW ‘ave a chance ta’ SEE if it’s true and no matta’ woot ‘appens down ‘ere, just know ya’ got me on your cheerin’ side...ya’ still be the bratty, snot-nosed sista’ with perfect skin I’ve known and loved all my life….”

Penny bites her bottom lip and holds back the urge to cry. “Thank you, Emily….I always

knew you had a heart in there.”

“Ya’ ya’.....” Emily hides herself under the covers. “....Whateva’....”

Any questions, let me know! I’ll be tagging these as #puddingfanfics just so ya’ know. :3 Chap 3. coming soon! Thank you to all the support, likes and reads this gets; it’s been quite sometime that I’ve created fanfiction and it’s been a lot of fun going back to familiar oc’s and introducing new ones or changing some things up!

#twau oc #twau fanfic #twau #blue exorcist mephisto #grendel legacy #twau gren #grendel #demons #porgie clan #puddingfanfics

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gyromitra-esculenta · 8 years ago

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The Lure

A take on the dreaded Mermaid!AU - One-shot. It’s a word salad in a way~~ Waifu don’t approve. Was supposed to be AU prompt, but... r76 anyways. And the mood song: here.

Mermaids do not fall in love with mortals. Selkies are not chained to their skins and furs. Sirens, oh, the sirens do fade to sea foam bathed in a morning sun, but were they ever anything more than that?

When Gabriel meets Jack for the first time, every fiber of his instinct screams danger. Jack is white, blonde, blue-eyed and his voice is deep – flows like a honey straight from a honeycomb, sugar over a dark promise.

But it is the smile that is something downright predatory. No one else seems to mind. They call it charming.

Sometimes Gabriel wonders if ‘Jack’ ever existed. There are no records from his birth to graduation.

“There was really bad fire,” the blonde explains. “City hall and school burned down. And city hall was practically in the clinic.”

The fire checks out.

They get a week of leave approved and strict instructions not to divulge anything about the program.

“Come home with me,” Jack offers and for a moment Gabriel thinks it means something entirely else. “Few days on the farm in Indiana sun, we’ve got a lake close by. What do you say?”

A trap is most likely, but pinned by the blue eyes – blue just like sea ensnared in tropical caves – he hears himself inexplicably say yes.

Gabriel meets Jack’s family. Older sister, Jennifer. Younger brother, Steven. Mother, Celeste. Father, Jonathan. They look and act real, welcome them both. It’s Jack that stands out, like cut from a different cloth, and there is an undercurrent of deception in his smiles.

The lake isn’t something spectacular, but when the morning sun hits the surface, it looks like a certain luminosity comes from the bottom, and Jack, standing in water, beckons him, smile for once gentle.

They kiss underwater.

“You know, old people say it connects to the ocean,” the blonde talks when they rest on a blanket by the shore. “They say that sea-folk sometimes come here and maybe even walk on legs with land dwellers.”

“Do you believe it?”

“Maybe,” Jack rolls to his side and props himself on elbow. His eyes seem to study him, and Gabriel feels unnerved.

Time to leave comes. Jack waits for him by the car down the road and Celeste sits in the shadow of the veranda. Around her neck coils a string of irregular pearls.

“I know your kind. You do right by my boy,” she states while the air wavers almost like water in the summer heat.

“I don’t…” Gabriel starts, but Celeste interrupts him.

“I know your kind,” she repeats and waves him off.

They return to training and injections. Summer days become a distant memory. Celeste’s words haunt Gabriel still.

‘You do right by my boy.’

But Jack isn’t a boy. Gabriel doubts he ever was.

When he sees Jack laugh at the man flirting with him, Gabriel feels something dark settle in his chest, just below his beating heart. It stays there even if the blonde’s eyes hardly ever leave his.

That night he has Jack singing under him. Later he dreams of inky blackness where silvery shapes pass him by.

He spends some time researching. Somehow, Gabriel thinks, all those stories are wrong, because sirens do walk the land.

But they are predatory things that lure the unsuspecting with their songs, that toy with their prey, and wait before dealing the killing blow. They feed on human flesh.

They work well together. Gabriel wakes up one night with his head cradled in Jack’s lap and the gentle song is all he can hear. Stars shine above them.

“You should rest,” the blonde murmurs, deft fingers combing his hair, soothing. “You are hurt.”

Soft sounds lull him to sleep again, pain gone, and he dreams of sun-kissed sargassum forests.

Jack’s father passes away. It is but a small miracle he is allowed a day to attend the funeral. When he asks Gabriel to accompany him, he agrees. His leave is approved too.

The ceremony is small and private. Later, Jack converses with his siblings while Celeste sits in her chair on the veranda. She has dark circles under her eyes but when she notices him, she stands up and clutches his shirt in her shivering hands.

“You do right by him, remember,” she pleads with Gabriel.

“She won’t last long,” Jack mentions mournfully on the way back.

Month later Celeste is declared missing. Her pearls are found by the lake. Divers discover nothing.

“We already said our goodbyes,” Jack responds when inquired.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, not at all, but Gabriel still feels this dark thing in his chest grow when Jack’s appointment is announced. The blonde sends him worried glances, but he steels himself.

Jack is good with people, he is a siren after all. His words are always a song, a sweet seductive tilt that has everyone on the edge of their seats, ready to please, ready to serve, but under that honey lies a deep rot of seaweed and wood, dead fish and drowned sailors. Gabriel hears it. He hates it.

They slowly drift away. Jack tries to reconcile. Gabriel rebuffs him.

The flicker of hurt in Jack’s blue eyes pains him.

Gabriel needs to remind himself that the person, no, the thing, that lies below him in a growing pool of blood, is a monster. It isn’t human.

Jack’s breaths grow labored and his eyes dim, yet he smiles against the barrel of the shotgun.

“You know… the sirens, to walk on land,” Jack’s voice catches in his throat. “They have to give something up…”

The dark thing around his heart twists and he kneels by the blonde, gun all but forgotten.

“What did you give up?”

No answer comes and the building collapses on them.

When he comes to, Gabriel knows he himself is a monster now. He sustains himself on something he doesn’t understand – a flicker of life, a bite of flesh, a scrap of memories.

Under a guise of night, he visits his own grave. He visits Jack’s grave next and traces his claw along the broken slab, the jagged line cutting the name in two.

After a year, he comes back. The stone is repaired. Gabriel leaves water lilies on it.

Next anniversary, the stone is broken again and painted in lines of garish colors. Gabriel scatters yellow snowflakes around and sits down.

“What was the thing you gave up?” He asks the air and expects no answer.

It continues and each time the dark thing that clutches his still heart fills him more and more.

It’s a shock, but no surprise. The monsters are notoriously hard to kill, he himself is a testament to that simple truth, and this one before him smiles with a strange sincere melancholy.

“Gabriel,” Jack acknowledges him.

“I will tear out your beating heart!” Gabriel snarls, claws poised over the blonde’s chest.

“That’s what you want. Do it.” This is a song, he realizes, one he hadn’t heard before, not aimed at himself, a sweet soothing trill of sun and wind ruffling waves, whales and dolphins playing together, and, above all, a promise of coming home, all honey and no bitterness hidden underneath.

Gabriel struggles, his hand twitching, metal sinking deeper into leather. With a howl, he tears away and almost slips.

“Why won’t you? This what you want, isn’t it? This is what you need,” Jack presses. When Gabriel doesn’t respond, he just shakes his head, turning away. “I liked the flowers.”

Jack sits by the corpse, his hands and face bloodied, and Amelie’s chest is clawed open, her heart missing from the gaping maw between her stretched ribs. The blonde tries to wipe his lips with his wrist.

“Sirens are territorial. They won’t suffer another after their chosen prey,” Jack looks back at him, and Gabriel feels his dead heart beat once, twice, and then still again. “Old people sometimes say that if you taste siren’s flesh, you’re going to live forever. But they say many things, don’t they?”

That night, curled in the embrace of a song, with blue of the sea looking over him and the silver of the moon calling him home, Gabriel sleeps for the first time in years. He dreams of sun, waves and an old rickety wooden landing.

But that dark thing piercing his heart is still there, still nestled, and it moans with pleasure rolling like storm waves when Jack falters, his hand clutching at his stomach as if trying to keep the blood in, red seeping through his fingers and blue eyes bleeding ocean water.

“Gabe,” he begs, looking up at him. “Sirens turn into sea foam, but they don’t have to. They don’t have to…” He calls him again as he stumbles over the edge of the cliff, and Gabriel isn’t fast enough, he never is, and Jack is falling, falling, and he is too slow, always too slow with his hand reaching out.

Sea foam below turns crimson.

Gabriel cradles the broken body to his chest and the darkness inside of him is quiet now, waiting, apprehensive. It is still there, clinging to the blonde’s skin - a flicker of life, a bite of flesh, a scrap of memories. A soul. A heart.

But Gabriel thinks he understands Celeste now. There is no use in coming home, not anymore, if home was a person. The depths will never feel welcome to him again.

‘I know your kind. You do right by my boy. You do right by him, remember.‘

‘You will not take him!’

He will not take him. So he kisses pale lips once and then lies Jack down, with waves nipping playfully at his cheek.

Gabriel returns to the sea as dawn breaks over the horizon.

When he breaks the surface, Gabriel comes to a stop, with sun and sea above him.

“Are you a mermaid?” The boy curiously asks. “You’re not selkie,” he adds.

Gabriel laughs, touching lightly a hand that trails in the water.

“Will you love me?” He sings, with sweet voice of a shimmering stream and a promise of quiet afternoons shared together.

“Oh, a song, you’re a siren!” The boy sits up, looking at him, excited. “Mom says I got her voice, she taught me her songs.”

“A siren, yes.” Gabriel reaches up, his fingers leaving droplets of water on the fair skin of the boy’s cheek. “Will you love me?” It is a simple question now, no undercurrent of deception or treachery in his voice.

“I could,” the boy confirms. “But mom says you have to give something up, something as big as what you want.”

Gabriel knows, and he understands what he asks.

“My memories.”

“But how can I love you, if you don’t remember me?”

“As long as you love me, we will meet,” Gabriel smiles, his eyes moving to a woman running, screaming, and his world dissolves.

“You will not take him!” She bellows.

Dark foam clings desperately to the body left on the shore. Come another day, it is gone.

What are sirens if not sea foam at the mercy of the ocean’s fancies?

The Lure – taken from a movie that should more accurately be titled as ‘The Daughters of the Danceparty’ in English – ‘Córki Dancingu’ where dance party is ‘Dancing’ – nigh impossible to translate what kind of party ‘Dancing’ is. Watch the movie: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt5278832/ - it’s, kind of, a musical. It’s a mermaid movie. It’s fucking good. No, the story doesn’t spoil the movie, not in the slightest, maybe except the part where I wanted more ‘realistic’ mermaids.

#sometimes i write #Word salad #reaper76 #r76 #overwatch #Mermaid!AU #what is this even

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moondwellerthatdwells · 6 months ago

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The modern team awesome thing

Eugene: You ever get so tired you start seeing spiders?

Varian: me when i take 17 benadryl and start seeing the Hat Man

Eugene: THE WHO!?

Varian: oh, is this not a safe space suddenly?

#mom the dweller is howling again #tangled the series #tts #varian #rapunzels tangled adventure #tts varian #tangled #tts eugene #eugene fitzherbert #team awesome #inspired by that one superhero fanfic i saw on AO3

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moondwellerthatdwells · 7 months ago

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It's okay hugo my lil fungus boy

#no srs art in a while my hands are too pretty to draw #(lie)#(i broke me phone :( )#mom the dweller is howling again #tangled the series #varian #varian vat7k #vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #hugo vat7k #varigo

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moondwellerthatdwells · 7 months ago

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I had a vision

#mom the dweller is howling again #tangled the series #tts #rapunzels tangled adventure #varian #tangled #hugo rottewange #hugo vat7k #varian vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #vat7k #varigo #hello folks from 2014

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moondwellerthatdwells · 8 months ago

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TW!! BLOOD!!!

Last post before sleeping a doodle dump to make my mind Shut Up

#tw blood #mom the dweller is howling again #tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #tts #tts varian #varian #tangled #moon varian #moonspawn au

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moondwellerthatdwells · 6 months ago

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The ponytown experience is very something /positive

I'm this one lads

#mom the dweller is howling again #tangled the series #varian #ponytown

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moondwellerthatdwells · 9 months ago

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There's discourse about Varian's height????????2????2???2???2???2??

#oh my god can i not like a character without them getting in trouble anymore #varian #tangled the series #mom the dweller is howling again #rapunzels tangled adventure #tts #tall varian anon #tall varian #????

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moondwellerthatdwells · 8 months ago

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the moon spawn au has me by the throat, please tell me about it. Feel free to rant, I will read it if you do. Also feel free not to answer!

Everytime someone asked me/noticed/or even look at stuff about my au i go ajsjsjsjsjsjjshdjsjjsjdjejs, i will be putting it under the cut incase I got on the dashboard of someone who doesn't want to scroll through a whole wall! (an extra one year old doodle for you)

In order to keep myself from exploding i will put in one section and explained some stuff because I dont know where to start

The protectiveness of Moonstone, more stuff to do with Cassandra.

(Note that i will call the Moonstone, the rock She/it, you can call her whatever i just use this)

One thing to be clear Moonstone doesnt like Cass, no not one bit. Like previous posts i mentioned that Its constantly and slowly draining away Cassandra's energy and therefore life, that's how desperate Moonstone is to get away.

But! She likes Varian! Why? Well Varian is a perfect holder to her, he's in a state of panic and is easy to influence, and he's quick, and has a good relationship with the Sundrop! That's all she needs! She's keeping this one!

So it became protective, of its host, because if this one dies then it'll never reunite with its sun. Time to fix plot holes!

Plot hole number one: How did Varian stay alive, wandering for weeks, cold, alone in a forest?

Moonstone drains the life around her to gain energy, keep em going, she's like Varian's life support, or more accurately his own version of adrenaline. There's probably a trail of dead plants, birds and animals in their path.

Plot hole number two: where is Zhan Tiri! And Cassandra!

Cassie's injured and later on arrested when Rapunzel and the gang found her while looking for the missing alchemist. She's unconscious the whole time, woke up in a special cell because Rapunzel doesn't want to put her in the dungeons.

Zhan Tiri stuck close to Cass, she's not completely useless yet! If things get out of hands then possession is the way to go(also Zhan Tiri cant stay near Varian for more than 5 seconds without alerting the Moonstone and blasted away by the sheer power of "DONT TOUCH THE CHILD")

Plot hole number three: what happened after Varian found his way back?

Previous post! Sun managed to soothe the Moon temporarily. And right afterward Varian regains his consciousness, looks around, looks at himself, his bloody hand and then faints.

I like to keep the classic cartoon humor breaks.

They can't remove the Moonstone out of his hand, and it goes crazy whenever Rapunzel is not near. Still gotta use a lost incantation to calm it down. Now where to find it...

And how did black rocks sprout directly from Varian's body?

Under his clothes there's a thin layer of black rock armor . He cant control it, the Moonstone just does whatever she wants, even when Varian is used to the Moon powers he still cant control it.

#excited explodes!!!!!#tangled the series #tts #rapunzels tangled adventure #varian #tts varian #tangled #tts cassandra #moonstone varian #tts rapunzel #moonspawn au #moon varian #mom the dweller is howling again

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