#yea it’s sad I gasped and I was shocked etc

[pearlsdiamondsandvodka]

insane to me that some people don’t like the ending of episode three. it’s the horror season! i personally love when it’s grim and dark and the tragedy of it all and i can’t wait to see what happens next!

[reactingwithexo]

Bonnie & Clyde (8) - Baekhyun

Part 1/ 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

Summary: “Bonnie & Clyde. One night”

genre: mafia/gang au!, angst, fluff sometimes, smut

warnings: filthy smut(again), +18 , handcuffs, sligjt exhibitionism, orgasm denial i guess, a little bit of dominance, dirty talk, curses,etc.

word-count: 2.8K

A/N: Guys it is backkk, I swear next part will have more plot and won’t be another full smut but yeah... it’s not like you guys don’t like it anyways. Thank you so much for everyone who has shown support for this fic since the last part was posted, i’m truly grateful.

The rest of the trip went by very smoothly, you’d stop somewhere to sleep and grab food, then drive right when the sun was up the next night.

The mood was oddly good for two people who were running away from criminals and the police at the same time.

You still didn’t know exactly where you two were heading but the feeling that it was a trap was out of your chest by now, “why so quiet?” he asked you.

“I hm” you paused and decided to take the chance “don’t you think it’s time you tell me where exactly we are going? as in actually tell me”

“Okay...” he bit his lips to think how he would choose his next words “I guess it’s safer now that we’re close to the destination, don’t freak out ok?”

“I won’t freak out if there’s no reason t-”

“My grandma’s” he blurted out midway.

You frowned, you didn’t even know he had family “your grandma? b-but why?”

“I need to get something there” he turned to you and smiled “also i miss her, she’s a great cook”

You laughed at his remark “does she know about your....hm job?”

“Not really...but she’s really smart so I don’t doubt that she has found out someway”

“Aren’t you scared of that?”

He shook his head “She wouldn’t do anything to harm me, even if she found out I killed someone, she has always protected me for as long as she could”

“Hmm, I see you’re very affectionate of her” you examined his face as he concentrated “and not just for the food” you added.

“Yea” he smiled “I admire her a lot, she’s really taken care of me” he nodded his head.

Noticing a hint of sadness in him you combed his hair with your fingers “everything alright?”

“I just miss her that’s all, don’t worry” he took the hand you had on his hair and kissed it gently. You jokingly took his hand too and kissed it multiple times until it tickled.

“Ah ah, I’m driving you lunatic” he exclaimed while he laughed “let’s not cause an accident”

“What can I do?” you shifted closer to him “I can’t resist you” you whispered while bitting his earlobe jokingly. His hand went immediately to the place you had touched “ah seriously y/n..we won’t get there as quickly if you keep doing these things”

“Awww is someone sensitive?” you pouted at him as you saw his frustration build up “Can’t THE Byun Baekhyun take a little bit of teasing?”

He shook his head “y/n...stop”

“You’re not getting mad are you baek?” you asked with a cuter voice just to annoy him further on. You saw him grip the steering wheel tighter “I’m fine”

“Are you really?” you caressed his arm while asking to check how he’d react.

“Don’t test me baby” he mumbled but made sure you listened to it. “You don’t want me to take you here in this car again do you? There aren’t many empty streets around here, someone would see us, you don’t want that do you?”

“What if I do?”

He smirked at your answer and you could have sworn he slowed down the car for a little bit. “Don’t lie baby, you’re a good one, you wouldn’t”

“You’d be surprised” you furthered him on so he wouldn’t have the last word.

“Well in that case” he stopped the car in the next avaiable spot he found and turned to you. “Show me what you wanna do”

“What?” you looked at him in shock, the place you two were parked was full of people passing near you and you could see a gas station not that far. “Are you crazy? No way” 

He smirked at you “Where’s that confidence from moments ago?”

His expression only made you wanna punch his face and you rolled your eyes “seriously? how childish are you? just start the car again”

“Have I told you-” he gets closer to you “how cute you look when you’re angry?”

“Thanks, now let’s go, we have a schedule right? your grandma and all”

“You’re right let’s go” he started the car again “but I think we’re gonna have to make one more stop”

“Ah what is it now?” you asked still annoyed

“I need to take that pout out of your pretty face” he answered with his eyes focused on the road.

“Wh-what?” you weren’t able to hide the effect his words had on you, but you were still mad, how could he be so annoying but still so sexy to you? honestly you blamed your crazy hormones and his looks.

He asked to take your hand and kissed it gently as he has done earlier only this time he guided your hand to his crotch “Don’t think everything you say doesn’t have a consequence y/n”

You let out a tiny gasp and you swear to god you considered going down on him that exact second.“You’re so sensitive though” you tried to show you weren’t caring as much as you did. 

“It’s you” he mumbled and you two looked at each other for a second, you saw the glint of desire in his eyes and wanted him to just get to where he wanted to take you already so you could focus on him fully

He released your hand and you brought your fingers to your mouth so you could tease him further, needless to say it worked and he watched with a very pleased expression as you sucked two fingers while your eyes fixated on his.

Thankfully he didn’t get too caught up to forget he was driving and let out a laugh after smiling “you want to kill us both in all ways possible”

You let out a giggle as he turned to check you two somewhere you could stay the night or somewhere with a bed anyways. Apparently the destination really was pushed one more day ahead.

Can’t say you’re feeling too guilty, it was so nice and easy to be with him like this, without all this heavy background surrounding his history or your brother or the way you two met and crimes and running away from the police. It was just you and him, feeling crazy about one another in the midst of lust and giggles.

And that was an accurate description of how you two looked like right now stumbling upon the room, someone could say you were a drunk couple but truth was the only thing you two were getting drunk of were each other kisses and caresses.

“Now you” he kissed you with his hands holding your face and his body guiding you closer to the bed in every word he spoke “need to learn a lesson”

You both fell onto the bed and Baekhyun broke the kiss, he shushed you with his finger before you whined and said “I wanna try something, you tell me if you don’t like it ok princess?” you nodded in agreement and melted over his touch.

He detached his body from yours and reached for the bag he had been carrying the past few days since your “getaway”

You could tell he wanted to laugh but tried to keep the atmosphere also to check your reaction, he slowly took out a pair of handcuffs from the bag and played with it with his fingers before turning to you. “So what do you think?”

“Hmmm my instincts should say no but suprisingly all I am feeling is a big yes”

He smiled at your answer “glad to hear that, but not so fast, you can’t get what you want that easily just because now you’ve decided to be the good girl you are, what kind of lesson would that be? Afterall we have all night now that you’ve made me delay our first stop right?”

You pouted “you don’t have to be cruel though baek, I was just trying to distract you”

“That’s all you do, distract me” he got closer to you, handcuffs placed on the bedside table for now.

“With your perfect skin” he kissed all over your collarbones and unbuttoned your shirt “delicious smell” he inhaled near your neck as your shirt was gone and he moved his touches to your pants “soft lips” he pecked your lips and procceded to take off your pants, now leaving you a breathless mess in just your underwear.

You whined “not fair, you’re still all dressed”

“Go ahead and take my shirt off for me” he said and you eagerly went for it “that will be the last thing you’ll be able to touch for a while” 

He kissed your eagerly after you’ve taken his shirt off and it seemed like you two were trying to get as physically close to the other as possible. You enlaced fingers and he laid you down again, the nature of the gesture opposing his previous behavior.

Reaching for the handcuffs, he looked at you once again to make sure you were comfortable with the whole thing, when he got your reasurement, he rushed to cuff your wrists to the bed, making you on full display for him. 

Seeing him this excited about it made you even more turned on and you couldn’t stop thinking about all the things he’d do to you like this.

He stopped to admire you “fuck y/n, you look just beyond perfect right now”, he took off his pants and you saw how turned on he seemed through his underwear.

Noticing you were eyeing his hard on, he opted not to take off his shorts and instead he touched his dick above the fabric, releasing a moan and throwing his head back.

Your first reaction was to let out a little whine as your hips moved on their own in baekhyun’s direction. 

He seemed to enjoy your reaction even more than the pleasure he was giving himself “I might get addicted to your whines if you keep doing that princess”

“Please touch me” you pleaded and he smirked, he then didn’t seem to take much as well and took off his underwear, now touching himself directly, the moans only got louder and your mouth salivated, your eyes no knowing which part of the scene in front of you to focus on, your breaths only got heavier along with his, specially when you heard him mumble your name from time to time.

“I could keep coming all night like this while you watched, do you want that baby?”

You shook your head and whined a no “i want you inside me”

He ceased his hand movements and climbed back to you, his hands focused on undoing your bra at first, and his mouth attacking your nipples while his fingers caressed your breasts. That was already enough for you to release pleasured moans and you felt yourself ready for him. “Baek, please touch me more” you managed to get it out with the little breath you had.

Not figthing you this time, he cupped your pussy with hiis right hand and delighted himself in your reaction, with your legs opening more and your hips thrusting the air, he then placed his thumb on your clit and strarted making circle movements with it.

That was more than enough to make you even wetter and you were just dying to feel something inside you. Almost as if he sensed you’d request for that, he said “be patient baby, you’re doing so well, don’t want to spoil it by being to greedy hm?”

You nodded in distress and saw his little smirk as he got rid of your panties and slid one finger from your clit to your entrance, “you’re so wet fuck, makes me wanna skip to just feeling you around me”

“Yes please” you moaned eagerly at his idea but he just shook his head “nah ah, there we go again with this rush”, he entered his finger in you and didn’t take long to enter a second one “you’re so slippery, think you can take a third one?” he asked before entering a third finger and by this time your moans were almost turning into screams of pleasure.

He alternated between slowing down and then getting really fast with his movements, which made you incredibly frustrated, he was making sure you wouldn’t come right now regardless of how much you wanted it to.

“Don’t come yet” he warned before he took out his fingers, licked each of them clean and went straight to envelop you with his mouth, he held your hips down slightly so you wouldn’t thrust on his mouth as much and so you would have less chance of coming. “You taste so good, I could spend all day doing this”

You felt yourself shaking as much as you tried to held your orgasm, you could feel it approaching with all this stimulation.

Noticing that, Baekhyung distanced his mouth from you and stared at your fucked out state, this time you got to check his dick again and it seemed as if he was as desperate as you were “what should I do with you now?” he mumbled and took his dick on his hand again “ah you just don’t learn, instead of paying attention to the lesson I am trying to teach, you’re just lusting over dick”

“That’s because I really really really want it” you made sure to answer, thrusting your hips in the air in every ‘really’ you said.

“Ok” he nodded and continued “I’ll fuck you if you tell me what you’ve learned babygirl” he was eye to eye to you “hmm i shouldn’t distract you so much?”

“Yes good, what else?”

“I shouln’t doubt you..”

“And... what got us here?”

You thought hard until you remembered what exactly got you two there.

“I shouldn’t promise things I can’t keep?”

“Really good, seems you payed attention to some things at least, things will be way easier to you if you just don’t insist on challenging me baby”

You wanted to get that stupid smirk out of his face so bad but you were so turned on your brain was clouded with other thoughts, he then whispered in your ear “now I’m gonna fuck that little pussy, is that what you wanted?” he teased with his dick on your entrance “fuck yes”, you almost screamed back at him from so much built up frustration.

You saw him discretly put on a condom and proceeding to tease you again.

It seemed as if you were both almost there when he entered you fully, you felt youself involuntarily clenching around his dick and he released grunts from trying to fight the sensation and move.

Eventually he did start moving faster and you felt your bodies hit the bed harder as he increased his pace inside you. 

From both your moans the only thing that was heard were a mixture of incomprehensive words, each other’s names and curses.

As you were both getting closer to your highs, he managed to uncuff your wrists just so he could enlace your fingers with his as he did earlier, you were in the verge of coming when he urged you on by giving deep kisses to your neck, the last thing you heard before coming was him saying “look at me when you come”.

And you did. Seeing his lustful gaze so close and intense to you was what missed to make you come undone with his name on your lips.

Feeling you so tight around him and watching you come so beautifully to him was what he need to reach his high with grunts mixed with the sound of your name.

He laid next to you as you two breathed heavily, he turned to your side and asked “ is everytime we have sex gonna be like this?”

You frowned and asked him “like what? like you really do love me?” you mentioned as previous words he has said to you

“Not just that” he smiled “but like the best sex of my life”

“Well, it better be” you answered confidently which only made him laugh and suddenly attack you with sweet kisses everywhere he could reach “you’re such a brat” he mumbled while he held you closer.

You giggled at his affection and a feeling of happiness filled your chest, you never thought living a bonnie & clydish life, running away from both the police and the criminals could feel so peaceful and loveable.

A/N: Hope this is good enough for your expectations! Any feedback is welcome and I’m sorry it’s not really revised but it’s almost 2AM so bare with me.

[hopecountylovin]

Sweet Surrender

Sharky and Faith (well Rachel really) both find themselves lonely early Christmas morning. They strike up deal that allows them to have an amazing night together.

Warnings: some smut towards the end

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A lonely melancholy surrounded Faith as she returned to her region after midnight mass on the Father’s compound. This time of year always left Faith depressed, well more aptly it was Rachel who got depressed on Christmas.

The Jessop family used to have such great Christmas Eves, before they all abandoned and ostracized her anyways. The whole family, aunts, uncles etc, would get together for a giant feast, everyone brought something. After eating they would have a washers tournament and end the night out in the Montana cold singing Christmas carols around a big fire. Faith very rarely missed Rachel Jessop’s life, usually she despised it, but that always changed around Christmas.

She puts on her snowsuit and leaves her hair braided into a crown upon her head as it had been for mass. The freezing air steals her breath as she steps out into the winter night.

Faith decides to take out one of the snowmobiles, one of the other few activities she enjoyed with Rachel's family. As she gets away from the Conservatory and into the cold Montana wilds she hears something that sounds like a strange version Jingle Bells, along with the occasional whoop. When she draws nearer to the noise she can see a fire and a sole occupant wielding a flame thrower.

***

Sharky had decided to leave the holiday festivities in Falls End early, now leaving him alone at Boshaw Manor. Christmas was never a favorite time of his, though it was always better to spend the holiday outta the pen, at least then he could burn shit. Which is what he decides to do now.

He turns down his flame thrower, as the snowmobile pulls up. The rider was a woman in an all white snowsuit with flowers embroidered up the right leg. When she gets off the vehicle she takes off her helmet. Well shit, if it isn't Faith Seed. He brings his weapon back up and turns the flame on high.

The Siren walks towards him. Well shitty shit, he slowly squats down and grabs a handful of snow.

“Charlemagne.” She says there's something different about her tonight. She’s softer, more real somehow.

He throws the makeshift snow ball at her and she crosses her arms and shoots a withering stare at him.

Sharky shrugs and laughs awkwardly “Had to see if it was really you.”

“Well what the hell do ya want?” he asks after a moment of silence.

“I...I wanted to see what the holiday music was. Is that Disco?”

“Uhhh yeah what ya listen to many of your stupid cults shitty music, don't know what a decent song sounds like?” he says defensively, he really doesnt get why everyone shits on Disco so much.

Faith looks at him for a moment with a look of shock across her face, then it falls and she just looks sad and tired. He’s never seen the herald look like that before, she usually looks so serene, so fake. Its unsettling, he doesn't know what her angle is.

After a minute she purses her lips then finally answers. “I know that cult music is shitty, I can’t stand it, besides I like Disco.”

“Huh?” He says his mouth is left hanging open. That was definitely not what he expected her to say.

A beautiful laugh leaves her throat and he can’t help but smile with her.

“Oh Charlamagne.” She smiles again.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    He’s not really sure what that’s supposed to mean, but he’s gotta admit that his name has never sounded better then when it comes from her lips. Still he tells her “Uh I prefer Sharky.”

A small huff of laughter leaves her “Ok Sharky, will you let me stay here, listen to your music, and watch you burn things?” she says her eyes drifting over to the fire, the sight making her smile widen.

Shit. He damn near gets half a stiffy.

She may be wearing a helluva lot more clothes than usual, but the snowsuit did nothing to change that melodically soothing voice of hers. And damn did she really have to look like a hippy Princess Leia on Hoth? Great there's a totally new Faith fantasy to add to the repertwa, he thinks.

“What the fuck?! You serious? Why?” he blurts out at her voice dripping in disbelief. This has to be some kind of trap.

She sighs, her eyes finding their way back to the fire “Christmas is hard, I don't want to be alone or with my angels tonight.” She looks back at him with soft questioning eyes. And for some dumb reason he believes and understands her.

“I didn’t think Faith was lonely not with her purpose and faithfulness to the Father.” He says mockingly.

"Maybe I don't want to be Faith right now" Another sad sigh escapes her "Maybe, just for tonight I want to be Rachel Jessup again" Her voice is barely above a whisper, yet it still manages to entrance him.

Yea he always knew he was a dumbass, but hanging out with the enemy on Christmas? This was a whole 'nother level of stupidity. Yet he lowers his flame thrower anyways.

He grunts then says "Yeah sure alright chica, but you gotta have a beer." Unsure what else to do he picks up a can out of the snowbank next to him and thrusts it towards her.

She accepts and chugs most of it in one go. Sharky's unable to tear his eyes away from the sight, watching her throat move as she downs the beverage.

He clears his throat self consciously as a means of distraction, then turns back to his fire, turning the flame thrower back on. He’d managed to find some old Christmas trees, and had been looking forward to lighting them a blaze.

After turning up the music some and getting one of the trees in place he lights it and starts to dance and sing at the sight. He almost forgets about his surreal guest and is pleasantly startled when she joins in with him.

Once the flames from the tree die down, the woman next to him starts to walk back towards her snowmobile. He can’t really explain the sinking disappointment within him as he watches her walking away.

The feeling goes away quickly as she merely just opens up the seat compartment to grab something then closes it and walks back to him. The firestarter can’t help but smile and feel a sense of relief.

The large smile on her she’s wearing is so different from anything he’s seen on her face before. Usually her smiles are just another manipulation something used to get what she wanted. Now though the only reason for the toothy grin is to express her joy. She’s never looked more beautiful.

When she gets closer he realizes. She has a bunch of old wreaths in her arms, an expectant and giddy look on her face.

Placing them on the ground she grabs one and with a quick flick of the wrist she throws a wreath over the fire while his flames catch it in mid air, the flaming pine needles making a striking image as it falls amongst the rest of the fire.

“Nice!” she shouts while she claps her hands with excitement and walks over to him to grab another beer. She stays near him and begins to sing with the music, he joins in.

Sometime later the fire has died down, and all of their items have been burned. They contentedly stare and the remaining flames.

“This has been fun Charle--sorry Sharky.”

“Hah you know what? It really has. You should be Rachel more often.” The words leave his mouth mindlessly and abruptly bring the mood down.

Her face falls and she sadly but surely states "No one wants Rachel."

"I dunno, I like Rachel." he says bluntly, his hands fidgeting as he looks into her eyes.

The smile that graces her face is sweet but sad, the cheerfulness from earlier having evaporated. Those big eyes start to look glassy and one tear breaks loose slowly falling down her cheek.

Without thinking, which is something he’s always been good at, Sharky leans forward and wipes the tear with his thumb. He leaves his thumb there on her cheek while the rest of his fingers bend to cup her cheek.

Faith, no Rachel, sighs quietly and leans into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment.

They stay that way for a while, her eyes open again and they just stand there looking at each other.

Finally he leans in for the kiss, nerves have him sweatin' in the cold weather, it's been so long since he’s made a move on a chick let alone one of his greatest enemies. Her lips have that sweet acrid taste of bliss, his vision slightly tinged red and green with white sparkles from the drug that seems to be interlaced in her skin. And damn of it isn't festive, he thinks absently.

***

It feels good not to think of the Father or the Project or anything else really. She doesn't have to be the perfect Faith nor does she need to be constantly calculating her every move. Somehow this mess of a man with a penchant for burning things has her feeling completely safe and comfortable. There’s no fear or shame, Rachel nor Faith has never really felt this way before.

When Sharky’s chapped lips meet hers, for a brief moment they both hesitate, lips touching but still. Then she crushes into his further and the embrace becomes heated and sloppy. Her mouth opens for his tongue and his hands move, starting to explore her body.

A warm trickle of electricity runs down her spine at the spark of his touch. He moves his mouth to her neck and she can’t help but gasp.

“Lets...can we go inside?” she says a blush creeping to her cheeks. She can’t believe she’s going to break one of the Projects biggest rules, with one of the most notorious sinners of the county no less. The strangest thing though is it doesn't feel wrong at all, no it feels completely right.

Sharky breaks away from kissing her neck and looks at her with amazement and disbelief. “Uh yeah, sure of course. If you really want to?”

The uncertainty in his voice is endearing. She smiles at him and nods, then takes his hand and leads him inside.

Once out of the cold they begin to kiss again while simultaneously taking off their layers of clothing. Coats and outerwear being thrown about his trailer as they make their way back to his bedroom. Before taking his pants off he grabs a condom from his pocket and places it on the bed.

He’s the first one to get completely naked and Rachel can’t help but widen her eyes and smile at his length and girth.

A self conscious chuckle leaves him “I hope you like what ya see.”

All she can do is nod, and take her shirt off in reply. Her panties are the only article of clothing still on. She finds herself becoming unsure of herself. Finally she takes a deep breath and pushes back her nerves and doubts to wriggle out of them. Once bare and on complete display for him she closes her eyes and waits for his reaction.

The sharp exhale from him startles her due to his unexpected close proximity, as he’s moved closer to her. He reaches a hand up to cup her cheek again, waiting for her to open her eyes again. His blue eyes captivate her as he says “Damn girl, you are beautiful.”

Humming in reply she leans in to kiss him again, pushing him to sit on the bed while she does so. She straddles him and pushes him further to lay down underneath her.

Before she can do anything else he says “Oh fuck it” and quickly grabs her by her thighs picking her up to place her over his face.

She’s in shock for a brief moment before his warm tongue darts out to caress her folds. The loud moan that escapes her would be embarrassing if his ministrations didn't pick up making her forget everything but the man beneath her and the pleasure he was giving.

With fornication being forbidden, it has been so long since she's been touched in any such manner. And she had never had a sexual encounter like this. All the other men she had been with in the past were selfish and used her for their own pleasure. It's why giving sex up for the Project never felt like much of sacrifice.

This though, was something else entirely. The way he touches her like she’s a precious commodity and the look in his eye makes her feel special, irreplaceable, like she means more to him them simply what she can do for him.

The feeling acts like a drug making her more light headed then any amount of alcohol or Bliss could accomplish.

His tongue continues to circle and worship her clit, causing her hips to buck and thighs to shake. More moans and mews leave her mouth and intertwine with the lewd wet sounds of his tongue in her pussy.

When she feels like she can no longer take the pleasure he surprises her by sticking a finger inside causing her to scream as combination of his fingers and tongue take her past the edge and into a new kind of bliss.

At some point her hands had twisted into his hair by their own volition and she finally loosens her hold as she begins to come back down. She lifts herself off his face and slides down his body, purposefully leave a mark of her slickness on his chest.

He props himself on his elbows and smiles at her, happy to be covered in her.

With a bite of her lip she leans towards him with hooded lids and kisses him possessively, tasting her in his mouth. She reaches out then sheaths the condom on him. He groans as she settles on his lap and slowly takes him inside of her to the hilt.

A large hand cradles her head and causes a few strands to fall out of its braid. She decides to take a moment and undoes the intricate hairstyle, occasionally moving her hips to keep him hard inside of her.

Once loose, her hair falls across her shoulders and he smiles wider twirling pieces of her hair with his fingers.

His hips buck up into hers and cause her to gasp. Her hands land against his chest propping her up as she begins to ride him. Eventually they start to move together in unison their gasps and moans filling the air. As she come close to the edge all sense of rhythm is lost. He shifts his hips up into her, his thrusts hard and fast pushing her into yet another amazing orgasm. She can fill his release inside of her when she screams his name and she collapses onto him.

“Rachel.” He says with sense of awe, his hand moving from her hips to rub her back. “That was…” he says unable to think clearly enough to finish his sentence.

“Perfect.” she concludes for him.

“Uh huh.” He emphatically agrees.

They lay like that for awhile before making any sort of move to get up, both afraid to ruin the moment.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, she enters the room and looks at him unsure. Should she leave? Any other sexual experience she’s had the guy had no use or want for her afterwards.

The look on his face seems to share the same uncertainty. “You uh, don’t have to go you know. You can stay, with me, if you want” He tries to sound nonchalant at the question, trying to hide his volunerbility,

“Ok, I’d like that.” she says as she bites her lip and looks down. Before going to the bed she puts her underwear back on then goes to his dresser and throws on one of his shirts enjoying the smell of gasoline which will now always remind her of this surprisingly gentle man.

The bed budges under the pressure of her body as she climbs in and snuggles against him. His arms encircle her, his face leaning into her hair for a moment. She can hear him inhale the scent of it.

“Merry Christmas Rachel Jessup.”

“Merry Christmas Charlemeng Boshaw IV” she says with a smile and a happy sigh.

For the first time in so long, maybe ever, Rachel doesn't feel lonely. The warm feeling, the smell of gasoline and the accompanying man's arms wrapped around her pull her into a contented sleep.

***

Early the next morning the sensation of hair tickling his nose brings Sharky into wakefulness. For a second he's confused, his hazy mind having a hard time connecting why there's a woman in his bed. Soon he remembers his surreal encounter with the herald, no with Rachel.

A smile tugs at his lips, then widens to a full grin. Man it's been so long since he's woken up with a warm body in his arms. It feels so good.

His mood and hopes starts to fall as the small woman wrestles out of his embrace. She doesn't even look him in the eyes as she gets out of bed and starts to put her clothes back on in a rush.

"So what're you Faith again?"

There's no need for an answer once she finally looks at him with that same calculating smile of the Siren plastered on her face.

A light sigh escapes her sweet lips. "I have to go, the Father won't be happy if he finds out where I've been."

His hands bunch into fist and a flush of anger burns through him at the fear in her voice when she mentions that shirtless fucker.

Those sweet lips brush chastely against his when she comes back over to the bed, her hand softly smacking his cheek as she does so. The whole thing feels wrong compared to last night. A grunt passes from his lips in response. She only shakes her head, then leaves.

He always thought Faith had a certain power over him, but he was wrong. That power belonged completely to Rachel, not Faith.

Sharky lays back against the bed frame, his arms folded up behind his head. His eyes still fixed on the door the woman just left from. He can hear the sound of her snowmobile start up then drive away. Still, he can't help but smile at the events that took place despite the bitter ending.

The smile falls abruptly as he thinks about Rachel turning back into Faith. Now he has one more person to fight that damn stupid-ass cult for. He gets out of bed throwing on his coat and searching for his flame thrower. He needs to burn something. Now.

[lilsliceofpie]

Mistaken Evil

I wanted a superhero au so me and @an-angel-on-earth​ collaborated on this fic. She wrote this part(and started this cool au) based on my prompt, which was this:  The Trickster and Venator(Sam) are nemesis. Trickster complains that he’s just misunderstood. So he ties up Venator and tells him all about his past as Gabriel, the “archangel hero”, and tells him that the only victims he’s had were ones who deserved it(aka dicks). And long story short, falling in love with your nemesis does not go well with the press.

She did an amazing job so I’m gonna stop explaining this and show you the story.

They called him the Trickster. Sure, he did like to mess with some people. Sometimes people deserved it. But the public just turns somebody trying to get justice into a villain with a twisted mind. He only killed those who had killed. Never any innocents.

Gabriel. That was his real name. And surely no one would ever suspect the cashier at the small corner candy store to be the person everyone feared. So he lived out his normal civilian life there, trying to make people happy and make up for the fear some felt. Because of him. He would see people talking about him. Talking about how he had killed another politician just last night. They didn’t realize it was because that man had lied and cheated his way to power. Every victim of his had left several in their wake. But he was known, and they weren’t. So they got away with it, and he was forced to hide.

Granted, there were some fun parts to being a villain. Gabriel had no shortage of knowledge. After all, he had been fighting for a long time, which they wouldn’t expect out of someone so young looking. He did enjoy messing with the minds of the people he killed, sending them into vivid hallucinations of various worlds. And there was no better satisfaction than a job well done, than seeing a killer become a victim. Sometimes he took certain liberties with his work. Killing them in the way they had killed others. And he could wait, in the shadows, watching as carefully laid plans took place over weeks, months, years, decades. He had all the time in the world. He could choose the take their life quickly, or turn their life into a living hell.

The bad parts, well, were very bad. If he wanted to strike, he had to be on alert the whole time. There were heroes too, and they wouldn’t take kindly to him. There was one in particular he had clashed with more than once. And Gabriel hated it. He didn’t even know who the man was as a civilian, just the fact that he seemed to want him dead. Trying to take down a hero has hard enough. But one that would have visions of the future, strength, speed, weapons, actual training? That was harder. Visions are tricky things, but they would give away his location, his plan, everything he was doing. If he wanted someone dead, you bet that man would be there to stop him.

Their name was Venator. And while they were loved by the public, Trickster hated them.

A bell softly jingled as the door swung open, letting in a just of cold air. Gabriel leaned against the counter, looking at the new customer. He was freakishly tall, that was the first thing he noticed. He wore a plain black jacket with plaid underneath, and regular looking jeans. His hair was long, with a small dusting of snow on top.

“Hello, what can I get you?” Gabriel said, peeling his eyes away from the stranger’s face.

“What’s the best chocolate you have?” His voice was nice. He ducked down, having to kneel to look at the displays. Truffles, chocolate bark, chocolate covered berries, mints, taffies, you could buy a lot of different things here. His gaze stopped for a second over the jar of moose shaped lollipops before looking at Gabriel. “Well?”

“Oh! Yes, well, I recommend the chocolate caramel with sea salt. If you want anything other than chocolate, it’s all the best. Buying for yourself? Or you got a girlfriend on her time on month?” Maybe the best course of action wasn’t to ask that last question. But hey, it was a reasonable guess. And if he was single... Well, he was pretty cute. Probably got a lot of chicks.

“Nah. Single as a pringle. Just like chocolate a lot. And it’s winter, you know, gotta beat that seasonal depression. I haven’t tried that chocolate, so I’ll take a piece. And, uh, hmm... Get me a small bag of assorted truffles. I don’t care which flavor.” Gabriel grabbed the requested chocolate, fingers punching the codes into the register. “Okay! So that’s nine dollars and... Forty five cents. Do you need a receipt?” The man took the bag, looking at Gabriel.

“No. I’m fine. Have a good day!” He turned and left, walking back out into the cold. Gabriel smiled a sad little smile, cursing himself for falling in love so easily. Then he realized there was a small piece of paper left on the counter.

My name’s Sam Winchester. You’re pretty cute. If you swing that way, you want to get hot chocolate with me tomorrow? Meet me at the cafe next door at 11. I’ll see you there.

Gabriel felt like he could fly, as his face practically beamed from the huge smile he had.

That night, though, it was a different matter. He had put on his typical ‘villain’ outfit, and set out. He had laid out his plan carefully. Tonight, if Venator tried to stop him, he would win. No, he wouldn’t kill him. He just wanted to talk. Explain what he was doing. Honestly, he was just misunderstood. He was basically being a hero, but the media managed to turn him into a villain.

His target today was the owner of a small company that sold computers and hardware. He sounds like he would be somebody who cared about his company, but there were two things wrong with him. First, the computers and hardware were bugged, so he could find out whatever he wanted about anyone. He used this for money, blackmail, etc. The second thing was that the company ran a secret business smuggling, producing, and selling drugs. For someone like Gabriel, he was a good target.

Bodyguards are surprisingly easy to take out. Their strong, but dumb, and Gabriel infects their minds, causing them to destroy each other. Minds are fragile things, and for Trickster, they were easy to manipulate.

“Trickster. I knew I would find you here.”

“Well of course you did, you have visions of me. Tell me, do you also dream of me? Or maybe you just dream of crushing me once and for all.”

“Surrender now, and I won’t harm you.” Venator said, his voice shockingly deep. He was serious with his hatred of Gabriel.

“Well, what would be the fun in that? There’s nothing to be gained for me. Besides, you don’t even know me. I’m shocked. For a nemesis, you’re a pretty shitty one.”

“Trickster, surrender. End this plan, turn away. The thing you will gain is the knowledge that I won’t be hurting you tonight.” Honestly, it sounded like a pretty good deal. While Gabriel could heal fast, he didn’t like having to cover up all the bruises he got. And his coworkers would get pretty suspicious. But tonight, he had decided on a different plan. Putting his hands up in the air, he began whistling a tune as he strolled away.

“What the- you release me at once! Put me down! You little piece of-” Venator’s voice was cut off as Gabriel walked forward. “Bet you didn’t see this. At last, you’re the one being trapped. Feels almost good. Now, you listen to what I want. If you do as I say, I won’t hurt you. Deal?” He smiled, turning back around. Venator was struggling against the chains which had come out of, well, nowhere.

“It was almost too easy, How did I not think of it before? All I needed to do was make you think that you had this whole entire big alleyway. But really, there was a little tiny wall in the way. All that was left to do is project an image of me walking away. But, you know, no hard feelings. And all I want to do is talk. Then you can go on your merry little way, stopping crime, doing whatever you do.” He couldn’t resist the smile that was spreading across his face. Now, today, he would get the last laugh. Revenge was sweet, a dish best served cold, and exactly like the ice cream that was waiting back at his house to celebrate his first real victory.

“Fine. You want to talk? Talk to me all you want. If it means you don’t kill that man tonight, fine.” Oh man, he was angry. Even his enhanced strength didn’t help him against the metal chains. Obviously, he wasn’t very used to being the one who was restrained. Gabriel rubbed his hands together, pleased that his plan had worked.

“Okay! Where do I begin? How about... I’m not a totally evil supervillain, that’s just what people think. Really, I kill people who are dishonest, who cheat, who kill, who are actually evil. Never any innocents. But all the articles, all the reporters, they don’t have the intel that I have. They don’t know what those people have actually done. And of course, my past is complicated. I know about you, Venator. I know that you’re part of a group of people who call themselves ‘hunters’. I know that you fight demons, and vampires, and creatures who people don’t believe in anymore. But you, you don’t know about me. I’ve been around for a while. But I used to go by a different name. Have you ever heard of a man called the archangel hero?” Venator gasped, looking at Gabriel.

“No way? You’re Gabriel? But you’re so different now. The archangel hero was loved by everyone. He was the voice of hope and salvation. He was like an actual angel. You’re more like a demon now.”

“Now you’re confusing me with my brother Lucifer. I wasn’t just like an angel. I was an angel. Still am, except I had to cut the hero act. People could have figured it out. So now, I work mostly in the shadows. Yeah, I know, I’m an angel, big shock. Actually, I’m an archangel, hence the name. Do you understand what I do now?”

Venator looked at him, eyes wide. Sure, he was a hunter and knew about angels. He had even enlisted the help of one named Castiel before! But learning that the person you hated most was an angel... Well, that was a little more surprising.

“Yeah yeah. So let me get this straight-”

“Well, actually, I’m not straight, so...”

“Please kindly shut the fuck up. So you were the archangel hero. But then you couldn’t, so you... Faked your own death? I remember hearing that he died on unknown circumstances. So then you ended up becoming a villain?”

“Were you not listening? Are you deaf or something? I. Am. Not. A. Villain! Never was one, never will be one. I’m a hero, same as you. But because of the way I fight, and the things that I do, and the way that I do it, well, they all seem to think I’m a villain.”

Venator looked bored. “Is this going to go on all night? Or can we make peace and just go home? I have to get ready for a date tomorrow.”

“Wait, you’re not single in your civilian life? Wow, good job. Anyway, I actually have a date too, so I can let you go if you promise you won’t attack me.”

“Yes, I can actually get a date. It’s a first date with a guy, so I gotta impress him. We’re getting hot chocolate together. However, I expect it would be a lot harder for you. No one would want to date someone who’s seen as a villain.” Venator rolled his eyes at Gabriel. “Now, if you could release me, we can work something out. You can continue killing, I’ll put up a show trying to stop you. You always manage to get away in the end, it won’t be that hard.”

“Yes, I don’t think it would be very hard, Sam Winchester.”

“How- How do you know my name?” Sam looked at Gabriel, eyes wide. “How?”

“A guess. But seeing as we’re going on a date together, it’s only fitting that I should be able to recognize you. Nice to meet you Sam, I’m Gabriel the archangel.”

Sam did nothing but stare at him for a long, long time. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke. “I think I love you even more now.”

“Aww, I love you too.” Gabriel snapped, and the chains were released. Instantly, Sam raced towards him, arms wrapping around the shorter man. Sam smelled nice, like smoke and chocolate. They embraced for a while, before a noise interrupted them.

“I am live on the scene of a fight between Venator and Trickster, and, um, as you can see, something unexpected has happened. It appears that the two... Are gay? And in love? This could be a problem. Um, back to Mike with the weather.”

Sam and Gabriel waited until the lady was out of sight, before turning back towards each other. There was a moment of hesitation before Gabriel took the lead, grabbing the collar of Sam’s shirt and pulling him downwards, kissing him hard. It was passionate, and lasted for a while before both men had to breathe. No words were needed as Sam took Gabriel’s hand, and the two walked down the alley together.

“You know, I did like the look of you all tied up like that...”

“You kinky bastard.”

“Yes, but you love me...”

[sawson]

Spiritale Chapter 45

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                                        Chapter 45: ☝✌💧❄☜☼

“✌☠👎 🕈☟✌❄ ✋💧 ✡⚐🕆🕯☼☜ ☠✌💣☜✍”, ???

You can’t understand him…what language is he speaking? Now he’s making weird shapes with his…hands with holes in the middle?…you have no idea.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t understand you”

…He makes another set of hands appear, this time there’s some kind of purple energy glowing in the holes. They fly to you and cover your ears. The holes prevents your ears from being covered though.

“Can you understand me now?”, *Gasp*!

“Yes, I can”, you said with a shocked face, “…Who are you again?”

“Gaster, Wingding Gaster”, he said pointing to himself with his thumb.

Gaster? Hmm…He’s wearing a half buttoned white lab coat, a mostly shown black shirt, and brown slacks. A white face and with one white eye, his other eye is closed. Is he related to Sans and Papyrus so how? Hmmm…

“Is something wrong kid?”, Gaster asked kneeling down to your height.

Wow his teeth were a little crooked…wait! One eye closed and crooked teeth, could he have?!

“Excuse me, I have a question?”

“Hmm, what is your question?”, he said with a calm shocked face.

“What do you think of King Asgore and Queen Toriel’s relationship?”

“Oh those two, don’t get me started”, Gaster said shaking his head, “It was annoyingly insufferable how they always interrupted important work with me when it needs to be done, always bein’ cute n’ cuddly at meeting, and what’s crazy is how their children looked up to them even doing all that! Geez, I’m glad I don’t have to see THAT again”, he complained then rubbed his head.

“YOU HAVE GERSON’S PERSONALITY!!!”, you shouted pointing to Gaster!

“Whoa, whoa whoa calm down kid!”, Gaster said waving his hands, “What do you do mean I have Gerson’s personality?”, he asked sitting down and resting his arms on his legs.

“Oh right, sorry”, you apologized sitting down, “Well you can say, I’m-

“From a different timeline?”

“Well..uuh something like tha-….wwait, how do you know this?”

“I could tell the moment we met”, Gaster answered smiling, “You’re not the same kid the Queen and King adopted years ago, you have something they don’t: Emotions”

“Oooh…am I really in a different timeline?”, you asked scratching your head.

“More like a parallel universe”, Gaster answered putting his hand to his chin.

“Whooa another universe!”

“Yea”, Gaster said with a nod and putting his hands down, “Long explanation short, there are multiple versions of your world with different versions of people, events, and etc.”

“Whoooooa!”

“Mind blowing ain’t it?”, Gaster asked closing his eyes and smiling.

You nod.

“But…is there another version of you?”, you asked pointing to him.

“Yes and just like the other me’s, we have cease to exist”

“What?! What happened to you?!”

“*Sigh*….”, Gaster said looking away.

“I’m sorry, you don't have to explain it if you don’t want to”, you apologized rubbing your hand.

“It’s not that…I just can’t believe it happened…”, Gaster said looking down with a light sad face, “Anyway enough about me, what about you…how did you get here?”, he said resting his head on his hand.

Oh sssnap, you forgot about what happened. Oooooh MAN so much has happened, TOO much has happened. Well…you guess you should explain from the beginning…

One long story telling later…

“….And then I ended up…uuuh where and what is this place?”

“The void”, Gaster answered with his head resting on his hands.

“The void?”

“An empty, endless place with no way of escape”

“WHAT?!! No, no that can’t be!”, you shouted in shock, “How am I going to see Chara, how am I going to get home?!”, you panicked.

“I think I might know a way”, Gaster said calmly.

“Really?!”

“After what you told me, your determination might be the key to getting us out of here”, Gaster said getting up.

“How so?”, you asked getting up with him.

“Years ago while I was researching human souls, I extracted some samples from 6 different human souls and injected them in 6 set of hands I created”, Gaster said making 5 sets of hands appear, “These won’t be enough to free us, but combined with your determination, can help us escape”

“Okay, what I should do?!”, you asked with an “I’m ready” face.

“Let me absorb some of your soul”, Gaster answered looking at you.

“….”

“Don’t worry kid, I’m going to use it to get out of here”, Gaster said smiling.

“…..”, you look down and fiddle with your hands.

“Kid…”, Gaster said kneeling down, “I have been stuck here for countless years, you are the only hope I have. Please”

“It’s not that…it’s…”You said nervously, “I’ve seen what happens when a monster has too much determination, I’m…afraid you might…melt…”

“…I see…kid, let me show you something”, Gaster said…showing you his soul.

It’s…transparent, so transparent you can barely see it.

“My body is no more and my soul only exist in this world, because of this I can’t melt”, he said holding your hand, “You don’t have to give me a lot, just enough okay?”, he said with a gentle smile.

…you trust him, you’ll give it a shot. You agreed.

“Good, now hold it”, Gaster said giving you his soul gently over your hands, “Focus on sending your energy to my soul, I’ll tell you when to stop okay?”

“…Okay”, You said feeling a little nervous.

…You breathe…and focused on pouring your soul into his little by little. You can see red energy slowly wrapping around Gaster’s soul, you did your best to make sure the energy doesn’t hurt his soul…..

“….That’s enough”, Gaster said calmly.

You breathed….and gently stopped the process, you feel lighter. You gave Gaster’s soul back.

“…Heheh…”

“What is it?”

“This is…a lot warmer than I expected”, he said with his hand on his chest, “It feels…hopeful and kind, something I haven’t felt in a long time…”

You gently placed your hand on his and smiled.

“…Right, let’s not waste anymore time shall we”, Gaster said standing up, “…You might want to stand behind me kid”, he suggested.

You listened to him. Gaster’s 6 hands float in front of him in a row, he puts his hands apart and closed his eyes. Soon you see the holes in his hands glow red, it’s glowing brighter. You’re worried, but you keep your faith in Gaster. He opens both eyes that turn orange and blue like Chara’s Papyrus and your Sans. You start to feel a lot of energy, you just hope it’s not bad. Gaster’s eyes glows brighter, the energy in his hand glows brighter, and the 6 hand sets glow brighter. He puts his hands in front of him forming an X, the same thing happens with the hand sets, and then you see them placing itself behind each hand until they were all together. Gaster starts to put one leg back and lean forward, his arms are surrounded by a rainbow wind! Energy is swirling around you too! What’s going to happen?!…..HE JUST SUMMONED A SUPER GIANT SKULL, it looks the same as what Papyrus used against Temmie!

…..*POOOOOW*..…”, Gaster is trying to keep his stance and not get pushed back.

It’s really strong, it’s slowly pushing Gaster and you back. You did…your best…to stop…..him from flying…..huh?!….A wall, it’s cracking. It’s going to break!

“GASTER IT’S ALMOST OPEN!!!”, You shouted, “JUST A LITTLE MORE!!!”

Come on….come on, BREAK!!!…. *CRACK*….*CRASH*…IT WORKED!!! You see Gaster’s hand sets shatter to pieces.

“*Pants*…*pants*”, Gaster breathed falling on one knee.

“Gaster!”

“✋🕯💣...*pants* ☞✋☠☜...*pants*” Gaster said with one eye closed.

“…Come let’s go!”, You said grabbing Gaster’s arm.

He nods and brings himself up, you assisted him in walking. Poor guys almost out of- *Crack* wha?!….The wall, it’s slowly repairing itself! You pulled Gaster a little so you both could get closer to the hole….Gaster! Oh no, he fell down! You are sooooo close! He looks at you with a smile, he wants you to go on ahead….no. You won’t leave him here…you run over to the repairing wall and stand in the middle

*Wanting to SAVE Gaster and free him, fills you with….DETERMINATION!!!*

*You formed sphere barrier around you, it stopped the walls from repairing and push back the process, but it won’t….hold back…much…looongeerrr…*

“GASTER….GO THROUGH…HURRY…YOU CAN DO IT!!!”, you shouted struggling to stop the repairs, “YOU CAN’T STOP NOW….THERE’S…PEOPLE WAITING FOR YOU!!!”, you shouted looking back.

Gaster’s eyes widen from what you said, you see his soul glow a little as he slowly gets up. You…see Gaster jog out the void…and reach out his hand to you,….you can reeeach….! *BOOM*

…..*Pants….*pants*…..

“☞☼✋💧😐✏”, You heard…?, “💧🏱☜✌😐 ❄⚐ 💣☜✏”

You have no idea what Gaster is say…WAIT GASTER!!!

“❄☟✌☠😐 ☝⚐👎 ✡⚐🕆❼☼☜ ✌☹☼✋☝☟❄”, yuuup you have NO IDEA what he’s saying, but he looks happy.

He’s holding you in his arms…must be because some of your soul is with his. You looked around…you both are in Waterfall…aaand you both are very tired…you just lay in Gaster’s arms, he is knocked out. You might as well sleep too, soooo tired….

(WINGDING TRANSLATIONS)

(TITLE: Gaster)

(FIRST DIALOGUE: And what is you're name?)

(SECOND DIALOGUE: “I’m…*pants* fine…*pants*)

(THIRD DIALOGUE: Frisk! Speak to me!)

(FOURTH DIALOGUE: Thank god you’re alright)

[greenflamedwriter]

(Sixteen) teen woof;

My take on nogitsune.

Possession. Stiles gets posseed and then disapears. He’s mentally in a psych ward but he’s not there the nogitsune is like a weeping angel getting closer and closer.

Psych Ward [Not Real] Summer vacation when he’s home with the threat of an alpha pack [Real]

Lydia takes them to a basment shere the dead vessiln originally is.

Stiles see’s evidence of him doing things at the school (Cheminacls and bad pranks and threats, uses a camera and finds himself sleep walking. Figures out the ward is a fake since lydia takes him there and see’s it’s desolate and run down.

[This is fake as Lydia turns into nogitusne and it’s in his face, [

This place was never real, you’ve been asleep for a while,

Stiles wakes up harshly to see his pack before him and saying he’s been missing for two weeks.

They find stiles but he admits hes possesed. Peter tells them with Lydia and scott to go inside Stiles mind to combat it.

[Fake reality with scott lydia and Stiles at the school]

Fox chasing Stiles and Lydia then Stiles sacrifices himself and they all wake up back in the real world.

Stiles is currently playing Chess. In stiles mind their in the school and it has a golden glow of sunset once the sun goes down in stiles mind thats when the nogitsune takes over. Stiles wins and suddenly its noght and they find themselves at the real school and hear police sirens, ‘stiles’ laughs “Oh, oh he’s smart-” nogitsune lost his powers “ he sacrificed himself for you. Aha but trapped me in his place!”

Stiles was cold with a harsh air of amusment as he raised his hands “Sorry, Stiles is gone. And he’s never coming back.”

Next day, Noah drops of Stiles at Dereks and tells him to watch him, since the demon is weak as a human just not his son and can’t stand to look it him.

Derek takes in the imposter and as soon rises ‘stiles wakes up.’

Swarm chapter (Tails) Void finds the tails and reclaims each one reminiscing that he was close to eight tails until the oni killed him.

Knight takes Rook. (Possess boyd)

Checkmate. Finally all the pieces where in place everyone stiles had ever loved was taken hostage by an oni,

Scott, noah, dereck, mellisa, kira lydia, Alison Issac deaton,

Pawn, queen, king bishop bishop rook rook knight knight

he placed his hand onto the oak tree and placed the knifes of the oni by each point.

Then he suddenly uses mountain ash trapping himself inside. And talks of the japanise folklore and reveals that the nogitsune cant leave unless the body is changed.

Asks his family to snap the knives as the chest pieces to absorb the tails unti himself they obviously dint tryst him until.

“Do it, if you snap them I’ll bite of my own tongue and make you watch him die.” He slat clawing against the barrier pushing against it.

“Give them to me, and I wont kill him. “ it looked panicked until Derek remembered what peter said before.

“Chess is Stiles game,”

“It could be a trick-”

”no, the nogitsune always llays something else- I trust you.”

They snap it and the nogitsube splits apart like ink and tar fetting ripoed of stiles body Stiles falls away and yelps as he slips back of the tree stump with a roll and the black fox with intricate white lines and red eyes disapears into a puff of snoke, Stiles warily dtabds up and leads at te log to see the inage of the fix imprinted into the oak.

“We’re not done yet.”

“Hey spoilers for the ending this is basically ferngully”.

Absorbing the tails within himself does that. Stiles then devoits himself to the inari fox and becomes a kitsune himself changing his body it wasnt enough hence the tails turning into chess pieces.

The oni along woth Stiles at the god Kanima

“And thats, checkmate.” It burns out the Nogitsune like smoky tar pooling out of his chest it skitters and tries to escape the mountain ash but the chess pieces intercept and it explodes in a flash of light the inky picture of a inverted fix with red eye painted in the centre if the (tree).

Stiles panted staring down at the image, it alnost looked like the horryfying black rabbit from watership down.

“H-Asks deaton to trap the inky nogitsune into the tree. It grows leaves with japanise paper and red threads hanging through the tree branches the leaves blossoming.

Then stiles wins the last game.

Void is empty is sadness what feeds it?

He’s still a void kitsune but instead of anger chaos and strife its love peace family.

“But how is that a bad thing?”

“I need constant emotions of it or I’ll die.”

“Needy bitch arent you.”

Tarot structure. Exposition: The world Card. false sense of security, for now a repreive a sense of accompkishment and achievment and started the ball rolling of his next quest without realisung it. Prepares to take the first step of his next adventure.

Rising Climax :becoming himself like pinochio hes becoming a real boy. His transformation is complete and yet isnt. He wants to do something more serve somthing greater than himself he wants to share his gifts with others,

Like posses boyd cora etc

Climax do it yourself, turn trash into treasures create as much comfort and beauty in the world and pay attention to the smallest details.

Reciding carefully assess your work and invest wisely value good work but dont purchase above your means.

ending small but heartfelt acys of kindness can change the situation, accept the gift without suspicion

(Seventeen)

Stiles can see threads. And he is freaking out.

The nogitsune possesion affected his eyes.

He touches his dads thread of fate and Noah starts crying Stiles feels terrible but Kira’s mother (Forgot her name) Tells him his gift and it might fade with time. Instead it became stronger he became a kitsune like Kira but his ability is the void he can take things away and make them his own. But the nogitsune took away strife horror and agony. (Nogitsune only wanted angst) while stiles slowly figures out that love and trust and re tying his connections with the others. Erica Boyd Issac (Hell he even sorted their drama out tha hey scott issac was abused and now you’re flinging him around FU.) And finally goes to see Allison in hospital.

Everything was going great then Derek arrived with a red string attatched to stiles finger...Shit....along with the alphas.

Blue:Trust Green:Family Red: Soulmate Yellow: friendship White: New beggining : Black: Ill intent (Palm)

Plot story for both: Druid teacher lady did the sacrifices but wasn’t revealed yet for everyone to find the nemeton and she escaped to the other town with her magic to defeat the alpha’s both weren’t in beacon. Stiles deals with the nogitsune which happens faster than the series promised. Stiles switches through dreams and realty while both Scott and Allison deal with their own problems, the eichan house ward is not real it’s the (crying angel) Nogitsune that comes closer and closer it symbolises how close he is to posses styles the eissary deatons sister is the only one who can reach out to stiles in the ward along with lydia who founds him in the basement trapped alone.

(Eighteen)

Hotel translyvania.

Jhonny and Dracula get togetsr based on the first movie.

Everythings the same except

Mavis meets the vampire hunter vanhellsimg (who is teblling) at hawaii.

They adopt dennis while fighting against vladmir who is unaccpeting of Jhonny and the hunter.

And of the grandfather who fights against mavis for being a vampire

Nineteen: Little Mermaid.

Ursula (image of her holding up ariels chin with her finger telling her the deal)

Ariel starry eyed “On second thought) her finger stroking ursula's palm “Forget about Eric, I’d rather spend some time with you.”

Ursula + flotsam and jetsum (huh?)

Its like a beauty and the beast type deal.

Ariel goes out with her, but ursula said no- then yelled at her to leave. when flitsom and jetsum go with ariel and tell her how amazing ursula is (though she’s not)

“Instead of having these guys sitting there being useless and grabby how about you turn then back to normal send them to antlantica and have them be spys and report back.”

Ursual opens her mouth… then closed it. She did have her crystal ball to do that though.

Ariel waved her hand “Sure you can only watch one thing at a time on this though.”

Ariel talks to couple from song “You liked her before she changed.” He nodded “Yeah, i just thought if I wasn’t so wimpy and scrawny looking-”

“I like how you look.” The woman said her eyes tearing.

Ariel smiles l think you’re both beauitful. Everyone in atlantica is ‘perfect’. But there the same… you guys are different but beautiful.

The mermaid that saw beauty in everything.

Ursual takes ariel up top for a date the sailors watch these strange beautfiul sisters arrive Ariel and Vannesa.

Ariel has the vouce if an angel but ursual.

“Cannit two legs!” She snaps sounding the same making the sailors go nope. One had the voice of an angel alright but the other had the voice of a hag.

Ariels legs hurt from dancing and walking and vannessa sighs and tends to her legs. (Kisses her leg and Ariel flushes as scarlet as her hair)

Then they talk by the lake and ariel admits how her father destroyed her grotto and urusala. Is. Pissed.

“How dare he do that!?” She scowled “How would he like it if i came into his palace and destroyed his shit- fuck it we’re going right now!” Ariel stared then gasped “What no- Ursula you’e rocking the boat! It’s fine it’s okay!”

“Its not okay!”

She seethed her tenticles coming out and ursula saw ariel stare her mouth opened in shock.

Ursula reeled back in horror “Sorry- do they scare you?” Ariel’s face flushed bright “No-” she sounded breathless “No- I...like them.” Ursula blinked oh...oh!

She leaned forward on the boat “You like them?” Ariel leaned back “Yea-ah!” The boat tipped and they fell into the lake.

Ursula changed back from vanessa her form growing larger and saw Ariels face, Ursula looked away she never thought anything about her looks before, she was comfortable the way she was...but seeing ariel she felt rotten.

Ursula sighed with ariel cuddled against her in the lair.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hmm what?”

“I know you prefer my other form- that I’m not perfect.”

Ursula was fat and ugly and how Ariel was here had to be some joke from Tritan.

Ariel snuggles closer “Nonsense, your other form is nice but this is better- youre big and can hold me like this and your arms are so,” ariel breath leaning her head back “So big and your-” she flushed thinking of ursuala backside how it moved fluidly and her low cut back.

“My what?”

“Your ass.” Flotsum said snickering ariel flinched “No-”

“You’ve been staring at it everytime she turned around.”

Urusla only stared as ariel covered her face with her hands.

Ursula smirked holding ariel tighter “So you only like me for my body- i see how it is.”

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Stiles and his dad have been moving alot since he was a teen and stiles had to mature a bit quicker because of it since he was smart he was able to keep up in class and managed moving around fine.

The only issue was both he and his father noah having to ask permission to te head alpha of the area for permission to stay there but thankfully that wasnt the case of beacon hills since there was no alpha to ask.

Being a werewolf was another thing stiles adapted to like a duck to water but then he met laura hale and saved her life from peter and now he has to deal with scott who was hitten as leter sees laura and derek as pack since stiles as an omega he doesnt count now stiles is helping scott with being a werewolf freaking out over allison helping derek who got shot pretending hes a hunter with the argents trying to stop gerard from sniffiing out the place while nervously asking lydia to the prom only to find his past catching up with him but this time he finally has a strong back including argents a fox and a banshee to help him and a druid, hi ms blake.

Derek slanned stioes against the wall and distrusts him and stiles is like itsyour uncle! If anyone should be slamming people into Walls it should be me wait- thats not right laura helps him out.

Stiles goes to peters alartment and asks to join his pack and stiles tells him his plan.

Sees noah get get shot by gerard and completely wolfs out and becomes a true allha to save him stiles went from omega beta to alpha now deucaln has his trail and stiles has a pack to follow him now as peter loses the allha power. Malia comes out the fold so now peter is chill they make erica issac and boyd into werewolves derek is naive to think that they were sick or alone and needed help stiles says its because if they disapear or die no one would care about them.

Tarot:

Exposition: hierophant

Rising emporer

Climx empress

Descending high priestess

Ending magician