queenunichloe

[arttsuka]

Some past fiddlestan? (Like Ford just went through the portal. He gone now. Past. Yk?)

The mystery misery yaoi

[archersartcorner]

Some more spoodles (Spock doodles) I’ve had saved for a bit… Art block still rough but I do wanna draw so bad. If yall have simple requests feel free 2 send some in hehe

[pianokantzart]

To make the game sadder. Don't think abt mario relaying what happened to luigi and also dont thie abt luigi having nightmares of Mr L and being afraid of himself

Too late

[theseancekid]

i don't have time to write actual fanfic rn but like. GOD. eventually I really want to write a piece about Klaus actually having to parent Claire (maybe Allison is away on a job for a few days or something) and he gets so so scared— maybe she comes home late without calling, or he catches her sneaking out past curfew and anyway Klaus just. Loses It. Absolutely loses it, and goes on and on about how "rules are made to keep you SAFE" and "you're lucky I don't LOCK YOU IN A MAUSOLEUM like my dad did to me!" and maybe at one point Claire snaps something like "You're not my Dad" and he replies "Yeah and thank Christ for that because all dads know how to do is fuck everything up!" adjflshndflj anyway yeah pls give me Klaus accidentally unleashing all his Childhood Trauma on Claire

[insomnikat-mused]

Live reaction of me unlocking DimiYuri C-support.

[house-ofhope]

gale and his paladin tav who so in love and devoted to him, that they would follow him anywhere even to ascension, where they can't follow. sighs.

[phoenixcatch7]

It'd be pretty cool if there was like. A story where the narrator character and the 'reader' character were in the same world, talking and helping each other out and stuff. The reader is usually the theoriser, the one with good recall, and the narrator the one asking questions and actually part of the story.

But because the reader is, in fact, looking at words on a page, they are functionally blind and deaf. The narrator can provide as many details as they think is relevant, but foreshadowing and subplots will occasionally slip through the net. The reader has no sense of time because they don't read in real time ('of course I remember, that was like, half an hour ago' - 'THAT WAS LAST WEEK'), and the narrator can pick up clues of body language and vibes that they don't have the time or patience to unpack.

I can imagine it being one of those single pov only stories, which would allow a lot to be going on behind the scenes. Some sort of mystery?

You could definitely lean into different cultures ('WAIT THERE'S DRAGONS???!' - 'yes??? They're like - are you saying you don't have BIRDS??!' - 'of course we have birds! That's a totally separate thing!' - 'they're dragons how am I supposed to know?! Dragons are flying things birds are flying things how did your world evolve?? What fills the ecological niche?!' - 'WHAT ECOLOGICAL NICHE WE DON'T HAVE D R A G O N S')

Whether others would be able to interact with the reader, I don't know. Maybe there'd be some passive non acknowledgement the narrator slowly picks up on. Maybe there'd be other povs that can't hear the reader and the reader quotes lines to the narrator when they get back - for jokes and commentary or important information that breaks the fourth wall. I think that'd be very interesting to pull off.

[caeca-iustitia]

If there were any muses on this blog that would even come close to fitting the bill for a Hanahaki thread/verse then it would be Marc.

He fits a lot of the requirements for the disease by default and I'm kinda surprised I didn't think of it sooner.

This would only really apply to Dion and Terence lmao

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If this becomes something I want to explore then I will just make a note that Dion would be represented by purple Wyvern Tails because the white variant is representative of Sanbreque as a whole rather than just him.

Terence was a bit harder to nail down but I think that he'd probably be represented by red carnations; which is more of a representation of how Marc feels about him rather than something that embodies Terence as a person.

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However, if we go down the route of the flowers representing either the person or Marc's feelings for that person then things change a bit.

If the flowers represent the person then Dion would be purple wyvern tails and Terence would probably be irises as they represent unswerving loyalty, faith and wisdom.

If the flowers represent how Marc feels about the person then Dion would be represented by pink camellias and Terence would be represented by red carnations; both flowers meaning something akin to longing for that person romantically.

[ckret2]

So a while ago some friends were talking about fans who claim the Same Coin theory is canon. And I made the mistake of saying:

Do you know who also has tons in common with Bill? Mabel. Yet nobody claims Bill reincarnated as Mabel. …wait now I want a "same coin but it's Mabel" AU. Funniest Bill reincarnation option. The all-seeing arsonist is making macaroni glitter art. The omnipotent tyrant is crying because a unicorn called her a bad person.

And then I overthought it for two months.

So—AU where after death, Bill's soul shoots 13 years into the past and reincarnates as Mabel. I'll call it ✨ Sparkly Coin AU ✨

Don't leave yet. Lemme show you why it works. Behold the eerie amount of parallels in their personalities, dialogue, behavior, mannerisms, tastes...

I could have kept going but my attention span ran out. All right, we all on board now? Convinced we could segue from one personality into the other? Great. Now here's why you should be interested: the juicy post-Weirdmageddon angst potential.

As long as a small fringe of the fandom still thinks Weirdmageddon is Mabel's fault, why not amp that up x100 and have some fun with it?

Is everyone sold now? Great. Let's get into the details. I've got 8 more pieces of art under the read more.

So the AU starts the instant Bill dies. Thanks to invoking his deal with the Axolotl—one way to absolve his crime, a different form, a different time—the Axolotl gives him a new shape and shoots him thirteen years into the past. Apparently, the Axolotl thought it would be very funny to stick Bill in the family that defeated him.

Which probably made for a jarring transition.

(It's fine, she's like 10 minutes old, she probably can't even tell who she's looking at. Not being able to tell who she was looking at is what got her into this situation ayyyy)

When Dipper & Mabel come back from Gravity Falls complaining about this triangular jerk Bill, their parents mention that Dipper's name was nearly Bill. See, after they knew they were going to have a boy, one night their mom dreamed about a visitor—some kind of magic pink salamander??—calling her child "BILL." Then at the next sonogram they found out they were having twins, the girl must've been hidden at a weird angle the first time, and they wanted matching names, so they thought, Bill and Bell. But they didn't really like Bell; but eventually they stumbled on Mabel, so to keep the names matching they switched from Bill to Mason. Isn't that the darnedest thing?

(Of course, Mabel and Dipper assume Bill harassed their parents to try to trick them into naming a kid after him. To be a jerk.)

When Bill meets Mabel, he's unaware that she's his future self—Bill's notably bad at doing things like, say, double-checking to see whether he's going to die anytime soon—but like... he can tell something's up.

Naturally, before visiting Gravity Falls, there were echoes of who Mabel used to be—but nothing anyone would be able to identify without context. All her Bill-ish quirks either smoothed out with time (see: how between second grade and fourth grade Mabel went from being the "freak" to the popular girl in class), or else they were accepted by her family as Mabel-ish quirks.

After they meet (and kill) Bill, they have the context to understand some of Mabel's behaviors... and unfortunately, some of Mabel's latent Bill-ness starts surfacing after she's been directly exposed to her prior incarnation.

The part of the Pines family familiar with Bill thinks the worst case scenario is that maybe Bill's survived and is slowly possessing Mabel; but far more likely, they think this is just some weird way of trying to subconsciously process last summer. Mabel doesn't think she's being weird, you guys are being weird, stop giving her weird looks. They get attacked by one triangle and now she can't wear yellow or pick up macrame as a hobby??

(It's not all red flags and uncomfortable triangle imagery, though. When Stan asks her what she'd like as a gift for some important event, she shyly admits that she thinks she's starting to outgrow her plastic gem jewelry and maybe she's old enough to get her first piece of real gold jewelry, if that's not too expensive? And Stan's never been so proud of her. Thirteen years old and already thinking about buying gold!)

But of course, the real fun starts when Mabel finds out.

That's the face of a girl who's just discovered that she tortured her great uncle. Now imagine running into the brother she possessed.

But I've already spent a million words and thirteen images on this post. If enough folks are interested in the AU maybe I'll expand on it later. Let me know what y'all think.

[husband-steve-cortez]

I think the renegade scars are kinda hot but I kind of hate the "naughty Shepards get scars" of it all but I also like it as a renegade thing, especially in me3 where Chakwas calls it a stress issue and I like the angst potential that you're wearing some of the harder choices you've made on your face and that every look in the mirror is a reminder of what kind of person you really are.

[stargirlsmooch]

my sweet omega

alpha!ari levinson x fem!reader

when ari finds you sad and shaken up, he does everything within his power to defend his girl. that's just before he marks you as his beloved mate. smut + fluff + a little angst (not because of ari). 18+ 2.7k words.

The smooth summer rays brushed gently against your skin as you walked the lines of the cropland, picking out the cucumbers and peppers that looked ripe enough, not being able to help yourself from biting into a particularly juicy one. This harvest was particularly large, with more omegas joining the pack and more pups being born, there were more mouths to feed, and that meant more plants to be grown.

The pack farm had been your family’s responsibility for 6 generations, every vegetable and fruit that the community would ever need was growing here, underneath your feet. Your parents were lovingly training you to be the next one in the line of succession: teaching you how to correctly gather the crops, how to ensure they grew to their full potential and how to keep them safe over the winter months.

You lived a very isolated life on your farm, with it being a mile from the pack village, you didn’t tend to bump into many other people, liking the silence and serenity that the open meadows provided. Of course, sometimes Alpha Joe and his son, Ari, would come to visit-  they liked to ensure that everything was as best it could be for their little society. 

Joe was a very peaceful and merciful leader, always offering you help when he found you in the field or carrying the crops that were too heavy for you back up to your house to be cleaned. Then you and the future Alpha would stand over the basin for hours, scrubbing potatoes and chatting about anything and everything. 

Ari was a sweet Alpha, just like his father- a gentle giant. You remember the times in high school when a comment from one of the betas would pull so violently at your heartstrings that you would leave the cafeteria a crying mess, only for him to find you and hold you tight, soothing you in a way only an Alpha could. 

The pair of you had been close since you could remember. Joe would bring him around the farm every weekend to help your family- whether it was fixing the gutters on your house, adding insulation to the barn, or helping you herd the cows- Ari was always there. 

Now that the two of you were in your 20s, you thought that your friendship might’ve started to dwindle, especially with all the new responsibilities that Ari was taking on: he was gearing up to become the new Alpha in a few years. But that couldn't be further from the truth- the more stressed Ari became, the more times he had to visit the farm to let off some steam. He wasn’t able to explain the calmness that he felt when he was here, you right next to him, just walking the fields together.

You hadn’t noticed him come up behind you as you bent over to pick a perfect cucumber, jumping and dropping your shears and basket of veg as two large hands grabbed your waist.

“Hi, y/n.” 

“Oh my God. Ari don’t do that!” You shouted, throwing the vegetable in your hand at his head, which he caught. Huffing exasperatedly at all the crops strewn across the floor, you sat down in the dirt and began gently placing them back in the basket.

“Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said, sinking onto his knees to help you clean up. Ari had come over to see you, after a particularly aggressive meeting with a neighbouring alpha, he needed a touch of your sweetness to lighten his mood again. Now, he was kicking  himself for putting a frown on your beautiful face. 

Slowly, your scowl morphed into an expression of pure sadness, as the overwhelming sorrow from the morning overcame you again, triggered by Ari. He tipped your head up towards him, his finger underneath your chin and his eyes filled with confusion.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” He whispered, taking a seat on the ground next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders as your head slumped against his chest. 

Your morning had been filled with gloom since the moment it began- you woke up in heat (which for you, being an unmated omega, was just an uncomfortable experience filled with stomach cramps, back ache and an unwarranted need to be close to an alpha), you tripped over on the way to the barn and cut open your knees, and when you walked into the barn, you found your favourite cow mauled to death. 

“It’s not you, Ari.” You started, taking a brief break to try and keep the tears at bay, “just having a bad day.”

“Why, sweetie? Tell me what’s going on.” Ari said as he resorted to picking you up and setting you in his lap, where you immediately snuggled into his warmth, your omega instincts overriding your logical thoughts. You inhaled his heady masculine fragrance, letting it calm every inch of your body until you were melting into his lap. 

“Well, first of all, I’m in heat…” You whispered, not letting the embarrassment seep into your words as you admitted it. 

Ari just chuckled at that, the brief sounds shaking your body as he said, “I can tell, sweet girl.” 

Your sugary scent had been driving him crazy since the moment he saw you, but he wouldn’t tell you that. 

“Anyway… and then I hurt my knees, and…” You couldn’t say it out loud, it hurt too much. People would probably think you were over reacting- it was just a cow. But Daisy had been a friend when you didn’t have any. When you were a little girl, you used to sit next to her in the meadow when she was grazing and tell her all your deepest darkest secrets- and now she wasn’t here anymore, your comfort taken with her.

“What is it?” 

“Daisy…” You sobbed, leaning into Ari further and hiding your face in his neck. He could feel the tears leaking through his shirt and onto his skin. 

“What happened to Daisy, y/n?” He asked quietly, rubbing his hand up and down your spine, dispelling more of his potent alpha scent to try and keep you calm. He could physically hear your heart breaking in your chest as you cried, it shattering into tiny fragmented pieces as he held you as close as possible.

“Someone broke into the barn… and now she’s gone, Ari.” 

Your pain-filled whimpers escalated until that’s all Ari could hear amongst the surrounding greenery, and all he could do was sit there and stew in his fury. Who the fuck had the balls to do this to his sweet girl?

The alpha in him lifted its head, menacingly bearing its teeth as the anger began simmering under the surface. Ari took a deep breath, keeping the rage at arms length as he slipped his hand into your hair, held the back of your head sweetly, and told you what he wanted you to do.

“Listen to me, sweetheart. You’re gonna go upstairs, get into bed, and try and sleep off your heat, whilst I go and found out who did this to Daisy.” He ordered, slowly making his way to his feet and placing you down on yours. Once you were safely stood up, Ari delicately took your face in his hands, giving you a brief kiss on the forehead.

“No, Ari… I need to finish my harvest. Momma won’t be happy if I don’t.”

“I’ll talk to your mom, sweetheart. Now, go up to your room.”

“Ari, seriously, I have to…” You stopped speaking when you felt the shift in the air and saw the expression on Ari��s face.

“Daddy is telling you to do something, sweet girl, that means you do it.” 

Never had you had a reaction so strong, your insticnts immediately dragging you towards your house in submission, wanting nothing more than to obey his commands. You whispered a quiet “Yes, Daddy” as you strolled back up to the house, watching Ari take off walking in the other direction, towards the barn. 

Once you had made it to your bedroom, luckily without crossing paths with your mother, you stripped down to your underwear and climbed between your sheets, your head peeking out of the top as you let a well-needed slumber take over you. 

Ari was deep in a cycle of outrage when he reached the pack house, where the alpha family and its betas lived, slamming the door wide open and making his way into the back yard, where all the male betas were sat gathered around with beers in their hands, enjoying the sun.

As soon as Ari stepped out onto the back deck, all eyes turned on him, they could feel his violent irritation rolling off of him in waves. Ari was only interested in one beta, who he was gonna rip to shreds for making his girl cry. 

“Stand up.” He ordered, his eyes trained on Brock, watching him get to his feet shakily, fear plain on his face. When Ari had opened the door of that barn, Rumlow’s scent had been the first thing to hit his senses, smacking him in the face like a punch.

It made complete sense that Rumlow would’ve been the one to do this to you, having had it out for you ever since you had said no to holding his hand in kindergarten: playing pranks on you in elementary school eventually turned into him spraying evil comments at you every day, having you run back to Ari for protection.

So to continue his reign of terror over you, he took your most beloved thing away from you in the most damaging display of aggression Ari had ever seen. Ari’s own heart broke at the imagination of you opening the barn door and seeing your precious pet like that, all bloodied.

The future Alpha was able to overlook Brock’s treatment of you a few years ago, when his mind was preoccupied with more pressing personal responsibilities and his feelings for you weren’t as powerful, but now, you were his responsibility and his love. When Ari made his way back to you later, he had every intention of making you his, mating and marking you like he was meant to. 

“What is it, Alpha?” Brock asked quietly, setting his beer down in the cupholder of his chair and standing up straight. Ari couldn’t help the wicked smirk that graced his face, the excitement for the fight building up inside him.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” 

When you woke up a few hours later, your heat was hammering through your body full force, revitalising every cell in your body until you couldn’t help yourself from squeezing your thighs together, trying to dispel some of the pain. 

Ari… where are you? 

Just as you were about to reach over to your bedside drawer, grab your phone, and call him, your bathroom door opened and the Alpha stepped out, a towel slung around his hips as he brushed his long hair out his face. His tanned muscles were on full display, making you whimper and tip your head back at the sight of them and the water droplets running across them. 

He showered without me?

“Daddy’s right here, sweet girl.” He said as he knelt on the edge of your bed, his towel hardly covering what you needed. The worry on your face made his heart beat patter faster inside his ribcage- you missed your Daddy so much. 

“Where have you been, Daddy?” You asked, sitting up against your headboard, your duvet pulled up to cover your bare chest. Ari shook his head at your question, gently lifting the covers away from you.

“That’s not important right now, honey. Let’s get you through this heat first.” 

Ari dropped his towel, revealing himself to you. His thick, long cock standing proudly in front of you as you got up onto your knees, dropping the covers the rest of the way so you were sat there in nothing put your pink cotton panties. 

“Yes, please.” You said quietly, crawling forwards until you were sat at the edge of the bed, your legs hanging over. Ari stalked forward, grabbing the underside of your knees and opening them until he was standing between them. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs whilst he leant forward to kiss you cheek tenderly, his cock laying against your stomach, mapping out the path it would take inside of you. 

“Let’s get these off first, sweet omega.” He said, ripping your panties from your body and kissing your nipples simultaneously. You whimpered at the presence of pleasure, feeling your heat gradually subside.

“Need your cock, Daddy. Pretty please.” Begging worked wonders with Ari. You had learnt over the years that all you had to do was say please for your Alpha to be at your beck and call. 

“Sweetheart, you know Daddy can’t say no to you.” He whispered against you lips, having sucked on your breasts so intensely that adorable little bruises were forming around them, marring the skin and igniting a fierce want inside him.

He needed to mark you.

You laid back amongst the sheets, Ari’s hands holding your hips, opening them up more and dragging you to the edge of the bed. He stayed standing as he dragged the tip of his cock through your pussy, spitting on your slick folds and watching it mix with your own cream. The pretty white liquid covered almost every inch of your little pussy, giving him a taste of what it could look like when it’s covered and leaking his own cum.

“Look at this, baby. This all for me?” Ari dragged a finger through your wetness, before replacing is with his cock again and slipping the tip inside slowly, causing you to whimper.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He eased himself in, watching your pussy wrap around him, the cream gathering at his base once his cock was fully stuffed inside. “Fuck, you feel so good, my precious girl.”

You couldn’t string your words together, with the feeling of being split open sending bursts of pleasure through you, there was no way you could find the strength to talk. It felt like his cock was steadily fucking every rational thought out of your brain until all you could do was clench around him, extracting more pleasure from the experience.

“That’s it, omega. Fuck, look at you going dumb on Daddy’s cock…” He said as he picked up his pace, slamming his cock into your sloppy hole, “you don’t have to worry about a thing, sweetheart. Daddy’s got you.” 

It creeped up on you, white hot pleasure burning through your tummy as he fucked you, pulling out every once in a while to spit on your pussy some more, hightening the wet sounds of him thrusting in and out.

“Daddy… I’m close.” Whimpering, you held onto his shoulders, your nails piercing his skin with little crescent moons as you said, “Mark me.”

Ari didn’t need any convincing, he had been wanting you to be his for years, dreaming of making you as his mate. The orgasm rushed out of you as his kanines punctured the skin of your neck, covering your Alpha’s cock and balls with your juices. Ari came with you, emptying himself inside you, painting your soaking walls. 

The two of you came down from the high together, Ari pulling out gently and watching his thick cum leak out of your tight hole, whilst you took deep breaths and got used to the heavy weight on your neck- the mark of your mate.

Ari cleaned up your ruined pussy, being careful with the strokes of the flannel he had gotten from the bathroom, before laying you down in bed, your head resting on his chest like earlier this morning. You kissed the skin there, relishing in the knowledge that you owned every inch of it now, as he did yours. 

“You’re all mine now, my sweet omega.”  

[lurkingshan]

I saw this great post by @respectthepetty this morning related to Unknown and other Taiwanese dramas that depict pseudo-incest romances, and it reminded me that I've been meaning to write up some thoughts about why this trope is so interesting to a lot of us.

Let me just set some boundaries first, because it's a big potential topic. Depictions of incest or pseudo-incest are plentiful and occur in media from all corners of the globe, and there are lots of different forms it can take. I'm most interested in the version of it currently being depicted in Unknown, which is a relationship change narrative about two people who are not blood related but grew up considering each other family only for those feelings to morph into something different over time. This trope can be hard for some people to stomach because the lines we maintain in our heads about what types of feelings we are supposed to have for the various people in our lives are firm, and it's uncomfortable when they're challenged. But that's what makes the story so interesting. And it's not the only romance trope that wrestles with this kind of change.

Two of the most popular romance tropes of all time are also rooted in a relationship change narrative: enemies to lovers and friends to lovers. When these tropes are executed well, the thrill in the story is watching the characters come to a realization of their changing feelings (never at the same time), wrestle with the angst and uncertainty and external strife that causes, and finally decide to fight for the relationship they want despite the risks. Changing the way you think about someone, and changing the way they think about you, is hard and scary and can feel like a huge threat to the relationships you already have. Sound familiar? It should, because these are the same core beats of a pseudo-incest romance.

But this trope adds an even more intriguing layer on top of all those already juicy dynamics, which is the cultural taboo. Pseudo-incest is seen as wrong and considered by most cultures to be a violation of family norms. To put it bluntly, you're not supposed to want to fuck your brother. And so these romances have a whole added challenge on top of all the internal conflict, because the couple not only has to come to terms with their own feelings and struggle through the pain to get on the same page with each other, they also have to deal with the judgment of everyone around them who feels their relationship is morally wrong. The cultural taboo means that everyone else in their lives has to change the way they think about their relationship, too.

So why do we love these stories? Because the character dynamics and relationship development at the core of them are fascinating. When done right, these are the kind of romances you really firmly believe in, because the feelings are so deep they can't be ignored and by the end you've watched the characters fight like hell to be together. A drama that takes this trope seriously will depict the whole journey with the respect the characters deserve and tend to all the relevant relationships surrounding the couple. Unknown is not finished airing yet, but so far it has been a stellar example of this kind of narrative and that's why so many of us are singing its praises.

[porterprophet]

i am a little sad laudna never got to chomp that bitch though. it wouldve been so thematic. so juicy. so bad for everyone involved. so much potential drama. and chaos. and angst. delilah could’ve popped out. the villain arc could’ve taken off early.

(laudna could’ve been body snatched and no one would know and it would just be something a little off and everyone would just pass it off as mourning or something and then boom—)

i feel like someone’s gonna have to bring up her eating habits soon though, but it might get set aside for a bit by the loss (rip). then again, that’s the fourth or fifth time she’s tried to eat someone in front of them (excluding willmaster). someone has to have questions.

[citruswriter]

Hello, first of all I want to say that I LOVE your blog and your writing 💓💟

I was hoping if you could do some headcanons about being angel dust's younger sibling (by 1 year) and basically freeing him from his contract by swapping his freedom for ours (in short words we have to work for val in order for angel to be free)

You can tell I love angst.🎉

If you don't want to do it then it's completely fine

New Sensation

Listen with me! ♫♪.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

Warnings: Abuse, toxic relationship, s3x work, soul contract, she/her pronouns, Reader is also a spider demon, insinuated sex between Valentino and Reader, daddy kink, groping, lots of crying.

A/N: Omg this is such a good idea. Nonnie ur amazing. Grab ur tissues, time to cry bitches.

You drew in a shuddering breath as you stood before the giant building. Once you did this, there was no turning back. You curled your fingers and rapped your knuckles against the door loudly. It took a few minutes but eventually the door opened, one of Valentino's handmaidens opening the door. "Please state your business". She said in her soft yet husky tone and you straightened. "I'm here to see Valentino, if he has a moment to spare." You said, trying not to give away how nervous you were. The woman tilted her head for a moment, as if she was thinking before opening the door widening. "He does. Please come inside". She stated before walking off. You followed her down the winding and twisting halls before the two of you came in front of another door. The woman knocked and a grumpy "come in" sounded from the other side. The woman opened the door and poked her head in. "Sir, you have a visitor." She said. Valentino raised a brow, lifting his head from his paperwork. "Well? Are you going to tell me who the fuck it is?" He spat and you pushed the door open more.

"Greetings sir. My name is (Y/N). I'm Anthony's little sister." You greeted before giving a bow. Valentino perked up and grinned slyly. "Oh I didn't know he had a sibling". He purred and it took everything in you to not clutch yourself with your spider limbs. "He's kept my presence a secret from you. He didn't wish for you to approach me with some... offer to work for you". You said, sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Valentino frowned and laced his fingers. "Then why are you here?" He demanded and you looked up. "I wish to trade places with my brother." You admitted, looking him straight in the eye. Valentino laughed loudly before realizing you weren't laughing. "Oh you're serious". He said in shock. "Yes sir, I am. My brother is a good man. He's trying to better himself. And he deserves that. But he can't while under your contract. So I offer a trade. Let my brother go and I'll take his place".

Valentino's antenna twitched and he smirked down at you. "What makes you think I'll let my prized star go?" He questioned and you bit your lip. "When Anthony leaves, his movies will become a rarity. A collector's item. You can auction his things for a high dollar, people can and will pay thousands of dollars for them. And when everybody's in their frenzy of getting the last bit of Angel Dust. You can bring in me. A new face, a new star. His little sister. They'll go crazy. It'll be like having Angel Dust back. But younger. More innocent. Filled with so much potential". You had practiced this. You knew your deal was a juicy one. Valentino mauled your words over before grinning at you again. "Deal."

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"I can't believe it!" Angel Dust said, he was laughing and crying. "Valentino. He... He said he's letting me go! Said a new soul came along, made him a deal he couldn't refuse. And all they asked for, was my freedom." He was thanking his lucky stars for whoever did this for him. "That's so amazing, Angel! You can finally work on redemption now! Like... full time without worrying about Val." Charlie said, her eyes practically sparkling from how excited she was for him. "If anybody deserves it, it's you baby". Husk said affectionately before kissing his cheek. "Good for you. As much as I enjoy suffering, Valentino is a despicable bug. It's good to see you free." Alastor said with a twirl of his cane.

The next few months were filled with happiness. Angel had agreed to show his face for the auctions but other than that, he kept his distance from Val. He began to live, to thrive. It was the best moment of his life. Until it wasn't.

"Hey has anybody seen (Y/N)?" Charlie asked, a frown tugging at her lips. Angel Dust sat up, thinking about the last time he had actually seen you. "Yeah now that I think about it. I haven't seen her in ages..." Vaggie said in thought, looking up from her task of sharpening her spear. "Here, let me call her." Charlie muttered, calling your number and putting the phone on speaker. "Charlie, hey! Look, I'd love to talk but I'm at work right now." You said, your voice hushed. "Oh come on! We haven't seen you in ages! Can you maybe ask for the night off?" She begged, pouting at the phone as if you could see it. Shouting was heard in the background. "Fuck. Shit. Look Charlie, if I can come over after work, I will. But I can't really talk right now." You said. You tried to hang up as quickly as possible but not before Italian curses could be heard. Nobody else seemed to pick up on it. But Angel Dust did. Oho did he notice.

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Back at the studio, Valentino had caught you on your phone and tossed you onto the floor. "I'm sorry! Look it was just Charlie. I didn't want her to worry. You know how she can be!" You said, crawling away slowly. Val growled, "Yes I do. Unfortunately." He spat. "Y-Yeah! So I just picked up and told her I couldn't hang out. That I had work and couldn't talk. That's all. I promise." You said, tone whiney but you tried to keep a smile on your face. Val scoffed and rolled eyes eyes. "Whatever. Now get back on that fucking bed and take this from the top. Movies don't make themselves, darling". He said before going to go sit in his directors chair. You swallowed thickly as three men stalked your way, each holding a different sex toy. Oh boy was this going to be a long night...

After shooting the porno to Valentino's satisfaction, you had been given permission to retreat to your room. You closed the doors and looked around the room. Anthony's old room... You wrapped the robe around you tightly, as if it could hide away all the new marks if you tied it tight enough to your body. Sitting in front of the vanity, you began to wipe your makeup off. Humming softly as you took care of yourself. You chugged some water before heading to the bathroom for a hot shower. You took your time washing your hair and spider fluff, washing away the days work. When you got out, you dried yourself off and wrapped yourself in a towel, ready to dress and maybe head over to the hotel. But as you stepped out and saw Val sitting on your bed, you knew that wouldn't be the case.

Val's long spindly arms reached out towards you and you automatically walked his way. Fingers pried away the towel to reveal your freshly cleaned, bare body. "Come to daddy". He cooed as he tugged you gently. You followed and sat on his lap, fingers brushing into his moth fluff. He hummed to himself, pleased with your obedience. "You did so well today, darling. I'm so proud of you. Please forgive me for getting angry with you earlier. Work can just stress me out sometimes". He spoke softly and you looked up at him, plastering a smile on your face. "I can't stay upset with you for long, daddy. You always make it up to me. All I can be is grateful." You cooed back and Valentino smirked down at you, fingers trailing closer and closer to your core. You shuddered and fought the urge to push him off of you. "Such a good pet. You're so good for me, aren't you?" He purred out, a hand going up to grope a breast, causing you to flutter your eyes and sigh against him. "Anything for you."

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The next day you managed to convince Val to let you go to the hotel. With a pout and a bat of your eyelashes, he crumbled and gave you the day off. You opened the door with excitement and called out, "Hey guys!" It wasn't long before mostly everybody had accumulated towards the front. You gave everybody hugs and smiles, catching up with Charlie and the others. But as Angel Dust watched you, he saw the details that the others didn't. The bags under your eyes, bruises on your arms, the way you only smiled with your mouth closed. "Hey (Y/N)?" He called out and you turned to look at him. "Can we talk? Alone?" Charlie and some of the others looked at each other and you sighed, picking yourself up and approaching him. "Of course, Ant. What's up?" But your older brother just grabbed your arm and drug you up to his room. After closing and locking the door he approached you and practically shoved his thumb in your mouth. You yelped in surprise as he pushed your lip up, wincing when he saw your new gold tooth.

"It was you? Wasn't it? Valentino's new soul... the one that got me my freedom..." He said, tears welling up in his eyes. You took a step back. "I'm so sorry, Anthony." You said, voice shaking. "But why? Why?! I worked so hard to keep you safe from that asshole and then you go and fuck it all up!" He yelled and you just pressed your lips together in a weak smile. "Because it's my turn to protect you Anthony." You replied, tears welling up in your own eyes. Anthony pulled you close, hugging you and crying into your shoulder. "You deserve happiness, Ant. You always took care of me and Molly when we were growing up. Now it's my turn to take care of you". You muttered, tears streaming down your face. Anthony picked his head back up, hands cradling your face as you gave him a sad grin. "Has he hurt you yet?" Anthony asked softly, already knowing the answer. You tried to choke back your sob but it didn't work. "Oh shit... He's already slept with you, hasn't he?" Anthony said in shock. "It's so bad, Ant. He's already laid hands on me. My body. I feel so dirty. I hate it. But I had to. I did it all for you, Ant. All for you." You sobbed as your whole body trembled.

"You're so fucking stupid". He sobbed back, running a hand through your hair. "I love you so much, Ant." You cried, hugging him tightly. The two of you sank to the ground, cradling each other and sobbing. "I love you too, sis".

This was sooooooo good. Omfg I loved writing this. I hope you enjoy this fix, Nonnie. I hope ya'll cry, this is angst for a reason.

[violent-darkness]

Monsters

Billy Butcher x OFC/Second person POV

“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”

Chapter I: A Stranger Comes to Town

Warnings: 18+ mdni. Throughout this series, there will be a significant amount of explicit, dark, and triggering content, such as: killing, violence, smut, kinks, trauma, PTSD, loss of loved ones, child abuse (including sexual, no explicit descriptions), and other potentially disturbing themes.

Summary: You are the newest member of Billy Butcher's team the Boys.

*At its core, this is a story about how people deal with their inner demons. Are monsters truly capable of love, or do they only seek to destroy? Can broken parts be mended?*

Notes: This will be quite a long series with a bit of everything—slow burn, fluff, angst, smut. Many things differ from the show: some characters don’t exist, and others behave differently from canon, reflecting how I envision them. I really hope you enjoy it. Reblogs, comments, and feedback are always welcome. :)

Chapter II

“No fuckin way,” Butcher retorded. “The Boys is mine. I get to choose who joins the team and who can fuck off and mind his own damn business.”

“Butcher, please. Listen to me for once and give her a chance. She is a perfect fit. Her skills could be extremely useful, considering she is the finest shot I’ve ever seen and so much more. Have you at least read through her file?” Mallory desperately tried to plead with what little common sense Butcher had left. She knew it was a wasted effort, but she was a stubborn woman.

Butcher skipped through the brown file placed on the desk in front of him. Two names, a passport photo, standart bio. He saw that you joined the army when you were just 18, did a couple of tours in Afghanistan and were recruited by the CIA there. Most of the stuff was redacted.

"Bloody hell, what exactly do you want me to see there, since all them juicy parts are redacted anyway, innit?"

"Why don't you invite her here and ask her about them yourself, particularly about why she is facing a disciplinary discharge?"

Butcher's brow arched. His curiosity was sparked. He fell perfectly into Mallory’s trap. "Fuckin hell, fine. Tell ‘er to come in."

Mallory left the room with a smug smile and invited you in. Butcher was definitely surprised at the sight of you. He was expecting some tight-ass, suit wearing overachiever and there you were: hair in a ponytail, regular black t-shirt and jeans, boots and a couple of tattoos here and there. It definitely piqued his interest.

"Well, well, well, so t'is you who wanna join me team?" he sized you up from head to toe.

You were caught off guard too. You have heard here and there about the so-called Boys - the super off the books team that deals with supe's affairs, but you certainly didn't expect that its leader would look like this. What's with the ridiculous unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and that thick British accent. For a moment you wondered whether someone was doing a prank on you. You did your best to conceal these thoughts and grabbed the nearest chair to sit in. 

"Want" is a bit of a strong term. Let's just say I wouldn't mind it.” 

A note of irritation flickered across Butcher's face. "It's not an obligatory thing, luv. If you don't wanna join me team, you can leave."

"It's either that or disciplinary discharge for me, so..." 

"What did you do exactly?" Butcher was still very much curious to know.

"I beat up my station chief with his prosthetic leg," you dropped it off as if it was the most casual thing ever.

"You fuckin what?!?!" Butcher was rarely surprised and extremely rarely shocked.

“The fucker tried to grope me. What was I supposed to do, just sit there and watch? I took his leg and gave him a good lesson. And of course now it’s me who is in trouble,” irritation simmered beneath your calm demeanor.

Butcher flashed a grin at you, really amused by your explanation. “Does this happen often, men coming at you?”

“Of course it does. I am used to it by now. But that doesn’t mean I am gonna let them get away with it,” you scoffed.

Butcher heard enough. He was intrigued enough to give you a chance. “Okay, luv, that about seals it for me. Welcome to the Boys!” he proclaimed, giving you a firm handshake. 

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“What are you thinking about?'' Hughie interrupted your train of thought. The boat was shaking slightly and the ocean breeze was gently playing with your hair. The velvet sea and the sunset hitting the water at just the right angle created an ethereal feeling. You really liked all the members of the team, apart from Butcher, who was continuously proving himself to be a lying, selfish and manipulative asshole. MM was always the sensible one, ready to offer advice in any situation. You could spend hours texting with Kimiko about girl stuff. And Frenchie was an amazing pot-smoking buddie. You had a particularly soft spot for Hughie. He was such a cutie pie and so out of his depth. You naturally felt the urge to protect and look after him, while he was always there for you with his friendly smile.

“Nothing much. Just how it all began for me. And how quickly it turned into the current shitshow. I mean, look at us. We are wanted fugitives, we had to live in a basement for months and now we hide on a boat in the middle of the ocean. This is fucking nuts,” admitting your feelings to Hughie immediately made you feel better.

“Yeah, and I can’t help but feel that it’s entirely Butcher’s fault. This mess is all because of him,” Hughie clenched his fist. You noticed how tense and angry he was, which was very atypical of him.

“His problem is, he only thinks of himself,” you sighed. “Guys like him, they have their own internal demons that they never seem able to conquer.” That’s when you noticed it. There was visible bruising on Hughie’s left cheek and upper lip. “That wasn’t there yesterday,” you frowned and patted his cheek with your thumb. “Hughie, who did this?”

"It doesn’t matter,” he was averting your gaze.

“Did Butcher do this?” you already knew the answer and your anger started building up. Just as he was about to reply Butcher himself stormed in and interrupted you.

“Oi, Hughie, mate, come 'ere. I wanna speak to ya,” he declared cheerfully as though he wasn't affected at all by the fucked up situation you were all currently in. He positioned himself on the right side of Hughie, next to you two on the deck. 

“Listen, mate. Last night I went a wee bit over the top, ya know. It was wrong of me to punch ya like this. All the bloody whiskey's fault. So let 'em bygones be bygones, alright?” Butcher announced and offered his hand to Hughie. From that point on, everything happened very fast. You saw the blinding rage in Hughie’s eyes, as his whole body tensed and his hand curled into a fist. You immediately placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him away. Then with a swift move you kicked Butcher in the face with enough force to knock him to the floor. He was caught completely off guard, but oddly enough seemed to enjoy the situation in his own twisted way. His lips curled into a devilish smirk, teeth stained with blood as you stood over him.

“Touch Hughie again and I will end you, asshole,” you snarled at him and then turned to Hughie, who was shocked by what happened, but clearly found it enjoyable. “Come on, Hughie. It’s not worth it. Let’s go somewhere else.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the stairs. 

Two days later you were still slowly losing your minds on the damn boat. You and Butcher generally avoided each other. Until the second night, when he called you all for a team meeting on the upper deck. You were all reluctant to attend, feeling a bit jumpy from the boredom that had settled over the boat. MM stayed near the stairs, arms crossed. Frenchie and Kimiko seemed more engrossed in their silent conversation than in what Butcher had to say. You and Hughie leaned against the railing, looking skeptical as hell.

"All right, you lot, don't look so grim, will ya? I found us a golden ticket out of this mess as I promised ya," Butcher appeared and proclaimed triumphally.

"What is it this time, Butcher? What is the latest mess you’ve gotten us into?" MM scoffed.

"Nah, it's not like that, mate. Listen, I spoke with Mallory. They'll give us full immunity, budget, office, the full package. We just have to do one tiny job for them in exchange."

"Mon Dieu, here we go," Frenchie cast a wary look. Butcher gave him a stare, but remained silent.

"There's this supe Mindstorm. Cheeky little bugger. Apparently the guy has gone a bit bonkers and hides in a cabin deep in the woods, shitting his pants from paranoia. CIA wants him captured or killed. Easy peasy, nothing that we can't handle."

You couldn't help but snort. It always started like this with him before quickly going sideways. Butcher's gaze shifted to you instantly, his piercing hazel eyes fixing on you. “Unless the Queen of fuckin England here has something to say. Let’s hear it, love.”

You held his gaze. "Let's just do it and hopefully, we’ll be able to put an end to this nightmare and return home."

The others agreed with you. A plan was formulated and the next couple of hours were spent discussing the details. Just as everyone was leaving and you were about to follow them, Butcher approached you and blocked your way with his large hand. "Hold up for a second, will ya?"

"What do you want?" your defenses went up immediately.

"Do we have a problem ‘ere?" he gestured between you and him. "Cause if there is some unfinished business we better sort it out right now and don't let it affect the mission." He noticeably shortened the distance between you two. His intense gaze, full of spite and menace, was fixed directly on you. For a brief moment you thought you picked up something else in it, something more...unexpected. But you quickly dismissed this notion and maintained your defenses.

"We are even, so long as you keep your hands off Hughie."

Butcher chuckled, "I get it, you love the kid. But he is a grown ass man and just maybe you should let him stand up for himself occasionally, don't ya think?"

You opted not to reply and instead gave him a look filled with contempt before leaving the deck. Butcher remained staring in your direction. The truth was that he was impressed by you. He would never admit it out loud, but Mallory was right: you were an excellent addition to the team. Your skills were impressive, especially with guns; you were independent, confident, a quick thinker and had a very calm demeanor under pressure. On top of that, you were wickedly funny. And hot. If only you weren’t such a massive cunt. Sometimes your mere presence was irritating to him. Butcher sighed.

[mercymermaid]

okay okay because there is such a good aaravos angst potential all of us are waving aside (s6 spoilers!!)

leola this, leola that (from the bottom of my heart, i am so sorry, that hurt me to write, i love leola she is my baby), he just *came back to life*. technically he wasn't dead. but.

that is centuries of being in a prison, with dulled senses, alone, in the suffocating quiet and dim light and an absolute pearlescent wall keeping him from doing any magic, locking him away from everything that makes him alive.

and now he's flung back into existence, and all of those senses, all of those bright lights and sounds and breezes and heat and cold and smells and feelings slam back in like a tidal wave. hell, that's not even mentioning the *magic*. all of the magic he's connected to comes right back, all of the starlight he's been hidden from shines upon him once more.

and you're telling me he just took it like a champ? oh hell no, no way. sure, maybe he managed to tough it out while he's being all mysterious with claudia and terry, and whatever may potentially happen in s7, but the second he's alone? (realistically, never, he is Massive, but hush now) all the feelings and senses he's been pushing through come right back, and he gets a juicy breakdown, trying to ground himself as horrible sensation after sensation ram into him now that he's actually allowing it o happen

just hmo on that guys