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Sinned Awakening pt. 19 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, abduction, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Hello and welcome to part 19! We're closing in on the end very soon and it is making me a little sad! I haven't felt so attached to anything I've written before so its all so weird! I'm sure I'll write random blurbs about Vampire!Elvis in the future so he's not going anywhere😉 Hope you enjoy this next part!

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here I hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think!

You paced aimlessly upstairs, trying to plot your escape out of there. Every scenario you came up with, ended up with you getting bit by one of these vampires luring in the house. The number of them in the house was unknown to you and that made it even more dangerous to try to escape. Your stomach growled and your head felt weak. You honestly don’t remember the last time you ate a meal. So much has been happening and you haven’t made time to take care of yourself. You peer out the window and see two men at the front gates. Getting through them would be tricky and almost impossible. You look down and see it would be a far fall from the second story and you’d probably break a bone making your escape an impossible one. The city lights illuminate in the background of the dark desert. You had to be a few miles away from the hotel and there wasn’t much foliage to hide behind if you made it that far. Vampire’s eyesight was perfect even from miles away, you knew you were going to get caught either way.

You curse under your breath and close the curtains again, making the bedroom pitch black. You turn on the lamp on the side table and sit on the bed, covering your face in your hands. Your mind wandered and missed Elvis more than anything right now. He was looking for you, you were sure of that. You just wished he could find you sooner. You look down at your bandaged wrists and see blood coming through the wrapping. The stinging still coursed through your arms and winced if you moved your wrists a certain way.

The clock on the wall ticked menacingly, reminding you that you’re running out of time sitting here. Your head continued to pound and the added nerves didn’t help anything. You had to eat something or you’d pass out. You were too afraid of that happening in a house with starved vampires. The possibility of there not being any food in the house made you ill at ease. Why would there be anyway? Usually, the food comes to them…

You had to go and look anyway. Hopefully, Raphael wasn’t downstairs and wouldn’t make you stay down there with him. You quietly make your way down the carpeted stairs, taking one step at a time. You were sure it was pointless being this quiet as they could probably hear your heart racing away. Peeking over the banister, you don’t see anyone in the living room and you let out a slow sigh of relief.

You remain stealthy and try to not make any noise once you’re in the kitchen. The space was huge and the cold marble floors made you shiver as you carefully treaded on. There was hardly anything on the countertops other than a few small arrangements of white azaleas on the far ends of the counter. There was a butcher block of knives by the sink and various items of cooking utensils in a container next to them.

You find a pantry closet and peek inside. It was dark and the air smelled musty. You open the door a bit further hoping the light will light up the pantry more. The first thing you find is a box of crackers. It doesn’t look like they’ve ever been opened, which is a good sign they haven’t been tampered with. You carefully rip the plastic wrap off of them, trying not to be too loud.

“Surprised you left your dungeon,” a man’s voice says behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

You quickly turn your head to look at who it is and find yourself disgusted when you discover it’s Daniel.

“What do you want,” you say through your teeth.

“You really must work on your manners. That’s no way to talk to a man,” he grumbles.

“Go fuck yourself. I don’t owe you anything and do not need to talk to you nicely. Not after everything you’ve done to me.” You spat.

“There’s so much hatred inside you. You were never like this when you were with me,” he says smartly.

“Trust me, I was. I just knew how to hide it better.”

He takes a few more steps closer to you in the kitchen. His eyes were still red and he looked gaunt. You scoff at his current state. He looked pathetic and weak. Nothing like how powerful Elvis looked. While he was a new vampire and one whose power was unparalleled, it still didn’t scare you.

“So this is what you wanted? The entire time you wanted to serve someone like Raphael? Because that’s what you have done to yourself. There’s no free will with him.” You seethe.

“You wouldn’t understand,” He grumbles.

“No?! Try me. What was the purpose of being with me if you knew that all you wanted was to be a vampire? That doesn’t include me at all in that picture,” you yell quietly.

He stays silent and looks at you with disgust.

“You weren’t going to be in the picture. I was going to leave you,” he says low.

You nod your head and try not to laugh.

“Yeah… that’s what I thought. Selfish bastard,” you mutter under your breath.

“How did you find out? What they are?” You continue.

“After some time of working for him, he told me. He said if I wanted to work for him, I’d have to handle the truth of what he is. He showed me his fangs and it scared me to death. But I pulled it together and tried to not let it freak me out. If it did, he said he’d compel me to forget and I didn’t want to,” he explains. His admission was surprising to you, the slightest amount of change that came into your lives freaked him out and he always deflected issues when you both were together. You were shocked you never noticed any strange behavior from him when he found out about Raphael. But then again, you two were never together and always working.

“What was your job with Raphael? Because you were gone all the time,” you ask annoyed. “Vampires don’t need ‘bouncers’ to protect them 24/7.” You say snarkily.

He takes a pause and starts explaining nervously, “I was the one bringing him… food whenever he wanted. That’s why I was never around.” He explains.

“And how the hell does Raphael think he’s better than Elvis when he goes around doing that? He says Elvis has a control issue when in fact it’s him who has the problem. The only difference is he made you do his dirty work,” you say with disgust.

Daniel stays quiet and clenches his jaw.

“It wasn’t like that,” he says.

“And you call me stupid. That’s exactly what it is,” you scoff. “But now what? What are you going to do now that he changed you?” You ask.

“I uhh… I don’t know. Raphael hasn’t really explained anything to me yet,” he says timidly.

You laugh at him, not surprised at all by Raphael’s actions.

“Typical. I guess nothing has changed in the last fourteen years.” You mutter.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He snaps at you.

“When Raphael bit Elvis in the army, he left him to figure out everything on his own. He went crazy because there was no one to guide him or knowledge of how to live with this newfound strength he possessed. I wouldn’t doubt you have the same fate,” you say.

“He wouldn’t do that to me,” he grumbles.

“Mhmm sure. Whatever gets you to sleep at night,” you say rolling your eyes at him and then realizing what you said. “Oh wait never mind...” you say smartly.

He stares daggers at you, anger boiling off of him and he takes another step closer to you.

“Be honest with me, what do you see in Elvis? How could you possibly want him?” He asks.

You chuckle softly and shake your head at him, “That’s funny, Elvis asked me the same question in regards to you.” He looks at you annoyed and clenches his fist at his side. You continue, “But I’ve told you before, it’s none of your business. He takes better care of me than you ever could, that’s all you need to know,” you say coldly.

“You have to be lying. There’s no way that man would ever show a human any mercy,” he laughs at you.

“You don’t know Elvis! All you have heard about him are lies and rumors from either the newspapers or straight from Raphael’s blasphemous mouth,” you seethe, “How can you hate someone this much?!”

“The moment I knew he was fucking my fiancee! That’s when! I already didn’t like him, so it didn’t take much for me to push me over the edge. But when you told me what you let him do to you, I had never felt such rage. You were supposed to be my wife,” he growls.

“No! You already said you’d leave me once you were turned so you have no right to think you had a claim on me! You just became jealous of what you couldn’t have anymore. I didn’t want you anymore. It took me a while to come to terms with, but I can’t undo the past. We were not meant for each other,” you sneer.

"All he ever does is lie to get his way darling. He might say he cares for you, but that can all be over in a blink of an eye," he snarls.

“You know nothing! Did you ever meet him before the night of the after party or was this hate you have for him based on only what Raphael told you?”

He shoots you a confused look and you sigh realizing he doesn’t remember any of it.

“He compelled you, the night of the afterparty we went to. I know you don’t remember obviously but I’ve always wondered… what made you lose your temper so bad? Do you remember any part of the night? I had never heard you yell like that…” you ask.

Daniel’s eyebrows furrow and he searches for answers.

“I don’t know… I’m sure it was because I knew things about him I had thought you did not know of… That entire night was such a blur… I remember what you wore and…I do remember watching how he would look at you from across the room. That hungry stare he had, the way he was practically drooling, taking in every last square inch of your body… that was enough to set me off. I guess in a way, I knew then he was having his way with you,” you say disgusted.

You hum quietly to yourself and have to look away from him. The events of that night flood your mind and you can’t let him see your reddened cheeks.

“But now, you’ll have to live with the memories of him and that’s all. Raphael isn’t letting you out of his sight and won’t let you go back to him… guess you’ll be stuck with me after all,” he laughs menacingly.

“You should probably get back upstairs. Unless you want me to tell Raphael his meal is waiting downstairs for him," he growls.

You scoff at him and shake your head.

“You don’t scare me. You’re the same pathetic excuse for a man that I met years ago. The only difference now is you have fangs.” You hiss at him.

He gives you one last look of disgust and turns to leave you in the kitchen. You take a pack of crackers with you and throw the box in the pantry quickly. Before heading back upstairs, the glint of the stainless steel knife handles catches your eye. You had no idea how to hurt a vampire, but you knew they bled. That was part of the process of changing a human into one. You had to drink their blood to complete the process. If you could get close enough to Raphael and use on him… maybe you had a chance to run. Cause him to slow down in some way so he couldn’t hurt you as easily. You chose a shorter-bladed pairing knife and hoped it wouldn’t be as noticeable and would be easier to hide somewhere on you.

Nibbling on the crackers you found, you watch as the clock’s minute hand inches closer and closer to six o'clock. You knew you had to get down there eventually or you were going to be dragged out by your ankles. You weren’t going to change clothes or anything. He didn’t deserve anything nice from you. You hid the knife under the mattress in the meantime just in case anyone decided to come in unexpectedly. You lift the mattress and take it out. You step in front of the mirror and slip the blade in your sleeve. The sleeves were already long on the sweater so it wouldn’t look out of place that your hands didn’t show very much when you walked. You test it out in the mirror and make sure you try to move as casually as possible.

There was a sharp knock at the door and it makes you gasp.

“What is it?” You ask, quickly glancing over at the clock to see it is a quarter til six.

“Raphael wants you downstairs now. Don’t keep him waiting,” the voice says darkly.

A chill runs through you and you know you have to go. This was the time to try and make your escape. It would haunt you if you didn’t even make the effort. It was a long shot, but it was worth the try. You prayed Elvis was coming. He has to find you or it might be too late…

You tread slowly down the stairs, gripping the knife handle firmly in your hand. The air felt thick and it felt like you could cut the tension clean with your knife. You struggled to breathe and every breath you took felt like poison going into your lungs. Every last instinct told you to run away from this man and not take another step. It wasn’t that simple and you wish there was another way.

“Hello, honey. How are you this evening?” Raphael asks as you take the last few steps down the stairs.

“Fine, thank you,” you say courtly, making your way to the couch he’s sitting on.

“Please, take a seat with me. We should talk,” he advises, making a gesture to the spot next to him on the sofa.

You hesitantly make your way to the sofa and leave space between the both of you. He was wearing a suit tonight and a red rose tucked into his jacket’s top left pocket.

“What did you need to talk to me about?” You ask carefully.

“I was planning on giving you a proposition,” he says as his eyes look over you hungrily. He carefully pulls the rose from his pocket and hands it to you. It had thorns on it still and you handled it gently, making sure to not prick your skin and cause yourself to draw blood. You give him a forced smile and set the rose down on the small coffee table in front of you.

“Okay? In regards to what?” You prod.

“Your future. You need to decide what you want.” He explains.

Your heart drops because you know what is coming. Anything he was going to offer you was going to be awful and you didn’t want to hear it.

“I-I’ve already told you what I want,” you say shakily.

“Yes but you see, that isn’t an option. So I’m giving you an alternate,” he continues.

“You can either work for me and do as I say or, I turn you and you live freely as you wish…” he says darkly.

You hold your breath, not liking anything that he’s said to you. Both options sounded terrible and seemed like your life would end either way. His gaze is intense and unwavering, piercing into your very soul; the thing he wants most.

“Work for you… as in getting you something to eat whenever you wanted or?…” you ask carefully.

He chuckles amused, “Mhmm… that will be one of your jobs… and anything else I desired…” his eyes trail down, taking in your body with his eyes. You feel repulsed, not wanting to be here another second next to him.

“How long would I have to decide?” You ask.

“Sooner the better my dear,” he says darkly.

You want to hurt him right here and now, but you have to be patient.

Wait for the right moment.

You take a deep breath before speaking and soften your eyes when you look at him.

“I’d really appreciate… if you gave me a little more time. This is something I should give some thought to. You do understand, don’t you?” You say sweetly, cracking a soft smile. You boldly reach out to touch his knee, trying to get him to trust you and get him distracted. He quickly looks down at your hand on him, puzzled by your physicality. You quickly take your hand off and try to play it off as an accident.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep,” you say quickly.

He looks at you stunned, unable to say anything right away after your bold move.

You keep smiling at him, your eyes pleading for him to keep looking at you.

“No, not at all…You are fine. How much time do you need?” He asks softly.

“Maybe a day or two? Is that okay?”

“I don’t know-,” he says hesitantly.

“Please,” you interrupt, “give me some time. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll let you feed from me whenever you please, just give me more time,” you instigate, getting closer to him, and placing your hand back on his leg, a bit higher than before. Your thumb rubs soft circles there and you can feel him tense up.

His eyes wander, looking at every inch of you and his breathing is beginning to hitch. You couldn’t let your nerves get the best of you. You had to act now or there would never be a tomorrow. He places his hand on top of yours and slowly lifts it up to his mouth.

“How about now? Can I take a bite?” He asks darkly, looking intensely into your eyes.

Your heart races and your head pounds away. You can’t control your breathing as you look back at Raphael. His eyes start to change in color and the monster inside him starts to gain full control.

“Yes,” you softly whisper.

“Come closer. Sit down,” he says patting his leg softly. You clench your jaw, trying to not show the disgust you have.

You carefully get up and sit down on his knee, displaying your wrist out in front of him. Your other arm drapes along his shoulder, making sure to not let him feel the cold blade of the knife.

“Go ahead,” you say with the most reassuring smile you can conjure. You couldn’t prepare yourself for the pain he would cause you again. The wrist you had reached out in front of him was not one he’d bit yet so he would have to open up another wound or bite on the mark Daniel left.

He greedily grabs your wrist closer, taking a deep breath, and licking his bottom lip. He quickly unwraps the bandage on your wrist and squeezes your forearm tightly. You squirm a bit, the pressure making you uncomfortable, and not prepared for the agonizing pain.

His fangs pierce your skin before you can look away and the pain shoots through your whole body like a lightning bolt. You close your eyes tight and let out a loud scream. His bite felt like he was about to take a chunk of your arm out. He wasn’t just drinking your blood, it seemed he was trying to mark you with the imprint of his fangs. Making it known that he bit you. You hear him start to gulp down your blood quickly, feeding much more than he did yesterday. The pain sears through you like a hot branding knife.

Your eyes shoot wide open and fear takes over every last thought. You feared that if he fed like this for much longer, his venom would enter your system, beginning your change. Your head pounded away and your vision began to blur. You grab onto the handle of the knife tighter in your other hand, knowing you have to act now or it’s going to be too late.

He takes a pause and takes his fang out of you, taking a look at your fragile and weak state. He grabs your face, making you look right in his dangerous eyes.

“Jesus, I don’t think I can ever get enough of you. You’re absolutely delicious,” he growls.

You whimper out in agony, not ready for him to take another bite. He lets go of your face and sinks his teeth in your fragile flesh once again and drinks more. Your body felt limp and your breathing was labored, you knew there was not much more time for you.

You cry out again and feel the tears fall down your face. You knew it was time. You mustered every last ounce of strength you had left in your body and took a deep breath. In one fluid motion, you pierce the blade into his neck, forcing the knife to go as deep as it will go, and watch as blood seeps down his skin. He makes a loud gasp followed by a groan and lets go of your wrist. Still having a hold of the blade, you pull down on it as you get off of him and try to make your escape. He falls back onto the couch and groans loudly.

Your legs can’t keep up with your thoughts and you stumble at every other step you take. Your vision was doubled and your head felt like it was going to burst open. You can see the front door, or at least you think that’s the front door, and hobble to it as quickly as you can. You fall and the cold marble floors make you feel paralyzed. Your blood smears on the floor and leaves a trail behind you. You had no more strength in your legs and could only crawl from here on out. The door seemed closer and you could taste freedom.

Suddenly, you feel a hand grab a fist full of your hair, and your body gets thrown against the banister of the stairs. You gasp as more pain radiates through you and through heavy eyes, you see Raphael walk toward you. You can see him pull the knife out of his neck and he grunts as he does so. The clank of the knife hits the floor and he kneels in front of you. His blood was still gushing down his neck and he looked like he was about to go on a rampage. His hand wraps around your neck and pushes you up against the railing.

“You fucking bitch! Did you think that was going to hurt me? For a second I thought I could trust you!” He yells, tightening the grip he has on your neck. You gasp for air and try to push his arm off of you but it's no use. You’re so weak you can barely keep your eyes open. He shakes you, making you look at his bloody red eyes.

“You’re going to clean this up. Guess I’m not giving you a choice anymore; I’m turning you now. Drink. Now.” Raphael commands, pushing your head to his neck.

The metallic smell of his blood filled your nose and it felt like you could vomit. You groan in protest and try one last failed attempt to get free from his grip. He doesn’t let you move and pushes your lips into his bleeding neck. You try to keep your lips shut, hoping none of his blood will be tasted.

You feel your body weaken and your eyes droop heavily, no longer being able to keep your body working properly. His fangs enter your neck with a crunch and the front door bursts open. Your body goes limp and your head hits the floor. The taste of blood hits your tongue and you try to spit it out. Through blurry vision, you see Elvis standing there in the doorway, eyes red and his face and hands covered in blood.

“El…” you weakly whimper, feeling your eyes close and your world start to go black around you.

Pain ached through your bones and you didn’t want to open your eyes. You were too afraid the pain would only get worse and be too much to bear. You hear a loud beeping coming from the side of you and you feel something covering over your nose and mouth. Moving your fingers, you felt rough sheets and a cold shiver ran through you.

Slowly, your eyes flutter and the bright luminescence of the overhead lights burn your eyes. You wince and slowly lift your hands to your face but cry out in pain. Cold hands grab your wrists and you scream, afraid it is Raphael who has you in his clutches. You thrash your hands and head, trying to get him off of you quickly.

“Baby, baby it’s okay. You’re okay. Don’t move too much, you’re going to hurt yourself,” a man’s voice says. The southern twang in this man’s voice made your heart flutter in ways you couldn’t describe.

“Baby, open your eyes. Please, let me see those beautiful eyes,” he pleads.

You take a deep breath, hoping this was all a bad dream. Your eyes flutter open once again and try to adjust to the harsh lighting.

You look up into gorgeous cerulean eyes, soft and loving. His black hair fell in small strands on his forehead and he looked at you like you were the only soul on earth. The glint of gold that hung around his neck sparkled even in this lighting.

Elvis.

God you missed him. He looked like an angel standing over you. Maybe you had died and gone to heaven. You had always thought he looked like an angel, too perfect to ever be real and living on this earth. Maybe, just maybe, he was your angel and was ready to guide you into the next life.

You raise your hand slowly up to his face, caressing his cool, sculpted cheek. You sigh when you feel he’s real and not some hallucination.

“El… you’re here,” you whimper.

He smiles at you, letting out a relieved sigh, and softly caresses your face.

“Yes baby, I’m right here.” He coos. He hums pleased and kisses your forehead.

Your throat hurt when you tried to speak but you wanted to talk to Elvis. Ask him all these questions that were floating in your fuzzy head.

“El…w-what,” you hoarsely say and start to cough. You reach for your throat and feel it burning. It hurt like never before and then it hits you.

Did Raphael turn you?

You grab onto Elvis’ forearms tighter, fear encapsulating every fiber of your being. You try to clear your throat to try to speak again but it hurts too much. He calms you down, hushing you softly and tenderly.

“Shh, baby It’s alright. Don’t talk I know your throat hurts. It’s okay now, you’re safe,” he assures you.

It still didn’t answer your question. Were you turned? Was this what it felt like? The burning and the pain that you are dealing with right now?

Your eyes plead for more information from him. You needed answers.

The door swings open and you cry out, scared it was someone coming to hurt you. A woman in a nurse's uniform comes in with a clipboard and stops in her tracks when she sees Elvis hovering over you. He slowly stands up and straightens out his jacket.

“Not now. Come back later,” he instructs. Without blinking, she turns around and closes the door.

You look up at him and stare, watching the power radiate off of him so easily.

You wince as the pain in your neck increases and grab for his wrist. He looks down at you concerned and kneels down again next to you. You groan in pain and your eyes are full of panic.

He calms you, rubbing his hand in your hair, pushing the loose strands out of your face.

“Shh honey stay calm. You’re alright. You lost a lot of blood, you almost died on me,” he says weakly, tears pooling in his eyes.

“You’ve been out for a few days honey. Your body was so weak. He nearly broke you…” he says through his teeth. You feel tears start to form in your eyes and the throbbing pain on your neck doesn’t cease to stop. Your fingertips lightly graze the bandage on your neck and look up at him with concern.

He closes his eyes like he’s in pain too, rubbing circles on your hand.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry he did this to you. I should have protected you.” He says sorrowfully, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. Your heart pounds frantically, scared that your worries have come true. He turned you.

He takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“He didn’t turn you. I got there just in time. I’ve never seen such horror… What he did to you… I’m just so glad I was able to stop him,” he says with a sigh.

“The way he bit you, caused a lot of damage. He bit too deep and it leaves a mark on the skin when a vampire does that. That’s why it hurts so much to speak. He was trying to mark you… as his…” he growls. Your tears fall freely and sigh in relief and pain.

You weren’t a vampire at least. But now you carried Raphael’s bite mark. Making it known that he bit you and to taunt Elvis about it forever. You’re heart sank, not only did the pain that wracked through your body hurt, but your heart ached for Elvis. This couldn’t have been easy on him seeing you in this condition and now have to deal with another man’s bite mark on the woman he believes is his Chosen.

You sniffle, wishing you could talk to him and ask him more but you felt so tired and knew it would only cause you more pain to try and speak. He wipes some of the tears away from your eyes and smiles at you.

“Don’t you worry about a thing baby. No one is going to hurt you now. Raphael is… taken care of.” He assures you, looking away momentarily. You were relieved to hear such words and it gave you a bit more ease to relax.

“Please, rest honey. I’m not leaving your side. When you feel well enough to travel, we’ll head home to Memphis okay?” He asks with a smile. You nod your head and feel your eyes grow heavy, no longer able to fight the need for rest. You feel him kiss your hand and you fall back into the peaceful arms of sleep.

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ateerys-punctuationpanic · 2 months

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Upcoming Untitled Loumand

I saw a black man dancing with his daughter at her ballet recital and decided to make it about Louis. It seemed like a misstep to turn them into Louis and Claudia because Louis is mom-coded to me. I didn't want to give Lestat the honor so I landed on Armand. But the little girl won't be Claudia. In this alternate universe, Armand is the father of twins Benjamin and Sybelle. In an attempt to be a more active father, he hires a parenting coach who suggests he enroll them in extracurricular activities. He settles on dance and drives them, along with their 2 nannies, to The Azalea Studios. A snippet from chapter 1 of ?

It’s to Armand’s understanding that the dance company makes full use of the building's seven stories. The first floor houses the souvenir, dance attire, and equipment shops, all boxing an ornate, cherry wood reception desk at the center. It's trimmed with hand-carved accents in floral motifs, scrolls and rosettes, posts and finials, and seemingly dropped here straight from a seventeenth century Parisian hotel. “I won it in the divorce, baby.” Armand’s head snaps toward the sultry, inviting voice and everything stops. Or at least he wishes so. If he could freeze the moment and bottle it, mass produce replicas so he could relive the first instance his eyes land on the beauty before him. Re-experiencing it like the very first time, at will. “Well, not just the desk, but the entire hotel. And the house too.” Louis speaks while busying his hands about the reception area. "I had the desk shipped here just for the look I see on your face now. Awe.” “Awe,” Armand repeats like his stream of consciousness evaporated into the thin air. His brain only processing raw desire, a need, for this one thing.

#ateerys on ao3 #punctuation panic on ao3 #loumand wip #just them no others #loumand ballet au but not how you think #louis owns the dance studio #think alvin ailey #armand is a detached tech billionaire father #it's set in my home town of miami #looking forward to this and hoping it's something other people like #because i'm truly writing it for me

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speakergame · 1 year

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I replayed speaker last night and there was the montage where the speaker hops In the shower and it got me wondering what temp each character showers at lmao

oooh, good question! I hadn't thought about that before, hmm...

Li takes showers as cold as they can stand. Cold water makes hair dye last longer. Bathes quickly, but still spends ages in the bathroom on hair and skin care.

Sebastian takes very long and very hot showers. Will stand under the hot water until it runs out.

Rory's shower temperature depends on what hotel they're staying at, mostly. Prefers warmer water, but not crazy hot, and takes fast showers.

Kana prefers lukewarm/room temperature water for showers, hot water for baths. Likes baths better than showers, but fine with either.

Azalea likes warm water in the winter and cool water in the summer. Prefers bubble baths over any other options.

Seer takes warm showers. Has the sibling superpower of always hopping in the shower right before you planned to, and that's why you have separate bathrooms now.

#speaker game #the seer #all ros #li cowles #sebastian wynric #rory kane #kana #azalea mirin

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i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on each one of the brothers of obey me…

here's part 2 and 3: the dateables + luke / the side characters

here's what it gave me:

lucifer:

"sympathy for the devil" by the rolling stones

"smooth operator" by sade

"devil inside" by INXS

"demon" by imagine dragons

"lucifer" by SHINee

"bad guy" by billie eilish

"personal jesus" by depeche mode

"no rest for the wicked" by lykke li

"highway to hell" by AC/DC

"dark horse" by katy perry ft. juicy j

"i put a spell on you" by creedence clearwater revival

"power" by kanye West

"black magic woman" by santana

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"wicked game" by chris isaak

mammon:

"can't stop the feeling!" by justin timberlake

"money" by pink floyd

"material girl" by madonna

"don't stop me now" by queen

"irresistible" by fall out boy ft. demi lovato

"i want it all" by queen

"rich girl" by hall & oates

"break free" by ariana grande

"gold digger" by kanye west

"born to be wild" by steppenwolf

"counting stars" by onerepublic

"uptown funk" by mark ronson ft. bruno mars

"i love it" by icona pop ft. charli XCX

"shut up and dance" by walk the moon

"take a walk" by passion pit

leviathan:

"nerd" by three loco

"all the small things" by blink-182

"the real slim shady" by eminem

"anime" by riton & kah-lo

"superhero" by 5 seconds of summer

"loser" by beck

"gamer" by karliene

"virtual insanity" by jamiroquai

"no tears left to cry" by ariana grande

"in the end" by linkin park

"radioactive" by imagine dragons

"the middle" by zedd, maren morris, grey

"numb" by linkin park

"gangnam style" by psy

"last friday night (T.G.I.F.)" by katy perry

satan:

"bitter sweet symphony" by the verve

"imagine" by john lennon

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"hotel california" by eagles

"hallelujah" by leonard cohen

"smooth" by santana ft. rob thomas

"time in a bottle" by jim croce

"wish you were here" by pink floyd

"somewhere only we know" by keane

"black" by pearl jam

"dust in the wind" by kansas

"vincent" by don mclean

"blackbird" by the beatles

"under the bridge" by red hot chili peppers

"sultans of swing" by dire straits

asmodeus:

"vogue" by madonna

"glamorous" by fergie ft. ludacris

"beautiful" by christina aguilera

"i'm too sexy" by right said fred

"fashion" by david bowie

"confident" by demi lovato

"glam" by christina aguilera

"fancy" by iggy azalea ft. charli XCX

"manicure" by lady gaga

"glamourous indie rock & roll" by the killers

"G.U.Y." by lady gaga

"primadonna" by MARINA

"supermodel (you better work)" by rupaul

"gold digger" by kanye west

"diamonds" by rihanna

beelzebub:

"sugar, sugar" by the archies

"banana pancakes" by jack johnson

"all star" by smash mouth

"don't stop believin'" by journey

"i want to hold your hand" by the beatles

"lean on me" by bill withers

"stand by me" by ben e. king

"with a little help from my friends" by the beatles

"three little birds" by bob marley & the wailers

"can't help falling in love" by elvis presley

"i'll be there for you" by the rembrandts

"count on me" by bruno mars

"lean on me" by club nouveau

"i just called to say i love you" by stevie wonder

"better together" by jack johnson

belphegor:

"enter sandman" by metallica

"lose yourself" by eminem

"don't wake me up" by chris brown

"sweet dreams (are made of this)" by eurythmics

"lazy song" by bruno mars

"sleeping in" by the postal service

"dreams" by fleetwood mac

"mad world" by tears for fears

"lucid dreams" by juice WRLD

"wake me up when september ends" by green day

"hotel california" by eagles

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"i don't want to miss a thing" by aerosmith

"talking in your sleep" by the romantics

"no sleep 'til brooklyn" by beastie boys

this was fun lol

except for the repetitive ones, i acctually liked this - even with the ridiculous or that make no sense...

i'll definatelly make a part 2 with the side characters and maybe with characters from another fandom. i'll put the link here when i do it.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me!#om!#om! nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #chatgpt #chat gpt

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Azalea has a full day of media interviews, Jules manages to convince her and they run off and go to an arcade in Japan. Lewis finds them and he tells her off

Jules was sat in his girlfriends hotel room, he was laying on the sofa as he scrolls through his phone, bored. The door opens and Lea runs in. She jumps beside him, she smiles and leans down and gives him a kiss. ‘I’ve only got a few minutes before I am back doing another interview’ she lets out a sigh. He kisses her forehead as they enjoy some quietness and stillness. ‘I hate all of this’ she mumbles. ‘Putting your best part of you, and stepping around eggshells’ Jules nodded, knowing exactly how she feels. ‘We should get out of here, we should go out and have fun at the arcade’ he suggests leaning on his elbows. Lea’s eyebrows goes up. ‘We can’t’ she shakes her head. He nods, jumping up, throwing her a cap and a jacket, he gives her a look, which tells her to ‘Live alittle’. They share a kiss before they are running away from the hotel, taking off their PR hats and talking about what could happen in the couple of days. Lewis gets a call and shakes his head when he gets told his middle child has gone AWOL. The leading driver in the championship has just let people down, for what reason? He managed to find her in a sushi restaurant, she was cuddled up to Jules, they laughing. Lewis knew that these were moment she didn’t get often but it wasn’t the time for it. ‘Glad you are having a good time, but you are wasting a lot of time for people’ he says making himself known. He puts his hand up to stop Jules from talking. ‘People are going to start thinking you are an arsehole, your team aren’t going to trust you’ he tells her. ‘Do you want people to start thinking of you like Jules’ he was being honest, it was just a shame that he had to do it infront of Leclerc. ‘And as of you, don’t bring her down on your sinking ship’ he says, keeping his eyes on him.

#lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton #grid kids

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chadillacboseman · 2 years

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Panicked

Pairing: Courtland Gentry (Sierra Six) x F!Reader Warnings: Panic attacks, mentions of injury, just sweetness at the end. Word Count: 1.5k A/N: Kinda boring, I'm sorry lol.

Courtland Gentry wasn't immortal, that much you knew. In his line of work, death was common, and something you had to come to terms with quickly.

He often went "dark" for days at a time, leaving you wringing your hands in worry while pacing the floor of the kitchen.

This was one of those times- "Six" as he was known in the field hadn't so much as checked in in a full two weeks; you knew he was on a mission in Bangkok with another agent. He had told you it could get dicey, and that he might not be able to contact you for several days.

That wasn't what worried you.

What worried you was Fitzroy's troubling silence. When Claire didn't pick up the emergency phone, genuine panic set in in your chest.

Of course this was a scenario you had planned for in the past.

You had braced for it as one might brace before an impact on many an occasion. You packed your go bag quickly, tossing the necessities into the duffel haphazardly- clothes, burner phone, gun; it pained you to pass over the many keepsakes in the home you had built together.

You glanced once more at the burner phone and sighed.

Nothing.

You slung the duffel over your shoulder and glanced once more around the home you had called your own for years. There was an ache in your heart that you couldn't seem to rid yourself of.

You said one last mental goodbye as you flipped on the gas supply to the stove. As you walked out the back door into the darkness, you flipped the switch hidden behind the azalea bush by the window.

You knew you had about seven seconds to make it to your car before-

BOOM

The house erupted in flames as you put the car in drive and screeched down the alleyway in a plume of dust.

You hated safe houses.

They were so unbelievably boring- no windows, no decor. Often, they didn't even have basic appliances or toiletries.

This one Court had at least tried to spruce up, you had to give him that. He had bought the property in the woods back when the two of you first got serious- a little cabin in the middle of nowhere with a locked gate and steel doors. He called it an insurance policy in case the agency ever decided he was a little too expendable.

Had that time finally come?

You tried to push the thought from your mind, but it nagged at you, buzzing in your skull like an angry hornet.

What if he's dead?

Stop it. Stop it stop it-

What if he's bleeding out right now on the floor of some Bangkok hotel, alone and afraid?

STOP IT!

You gripped the edge of the sink and choked back a sob, trying desperately to clear your head of the darkness that threatened to overtake you.

He's fine. Court's fine. Everything will be okay.

Right?

You tried to sleep, you really did, but every sound woke you with a jolt and had you panting in the darkness and reaching for your gun.

When you did sleep, you dreamed of Court- bloodied and broken lying in some grimy alleyway. No matter how many times you talked yourself down from the ledge, it didn't matter.

The dreams kept coming back, vivid and painful, leaving you breathless and sobbing into the quiet air.

When you awoke the next morning, you felt as if you hadn't slept at all- dark circles haloed your dull eyes as you examined your face in the bathroom mirror.

You sighed and washed your face with frigid water before toweling off and heading back into the bedroom. A small sliver of orange light splashed across the bed from the tiny window. Outside, you could see the pine trees swaying with wind.

At least the view was nice.

It had now been almost a full month since Court's silence began. You'd ventured out a few times to grab supplies with the cash stashed under the floorboards in the kitchen. Meager and modest things you couldn't live without.

There was a sort of general store alongside the highway that you used- run by an old man who had met Court and yourself when he first bought the property. He assumed you were a young couple in love looking for a "fixer upper".

You supposed he wasn't entirely wrong.

You returned to the house this time with cup noodle and bottled water in tow, tossing the bags onto the counter haphazardly before going to check the encrypted messaging on your computer.

Nothing. Exactly as you'd expected.

You settled onto the couch as the microwave hummed and flipped on the tv. News of your house fire being investigated had finally stopped- ruled an accident by the fire marshal. They'd declared you 'missing', but you knew an 'ad absentia' death would soon follow. You had no vehicles registered in your real name and no accounts that could be used. They'd have no choice.

The microwave dinged and you retrieved your noodles, setting them on the counter to cool.

A floorboard creaked somewhere in the front entry.

CREEEEAK

It sounded deafening. Your ears pricked, listening intently for another.

It didn't come.

You scrambled quietly for your pistol, leaving the TV on so the intruder was none the wiser. You crouched behind the couch and watched the mirror on the far side of the room, waiting for any sign of feet to appear.

When they did, they were dark boots, scuffed and stained with dark, red splotches.

You let out a shaky breath and tried to remember the shooting lessons Court had given you-

"Plant your feet, yeah, just like that. Shoulder-width apart. Cup the other hand under the clip- yeah, that's it. Now shoot."

You sprung up from behind the couch and aimed down the iron sights at the intruder. In an instant, you felt your breath snatched from your lungs.

"Court-" you gasped his name and he flashed you a grin between chews of his gum.

"In the flesh."

His face had healing bruises and several new wounds were splashed across the skin. You took in his appearance for another few seconds, eyes raking over him as if he was a hallucination.

When you finally broke your trance, you ran to him and threw your arms around him, choking back tears as he wrapped his own arms around your frame.

"I was so worried," you sobbed against his broad chest, "I thought you were dead, Court."

His heart soared at the sound of his name on your lips- no one called him that anymore but you.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into your hair, "Things got bad. Fitz is...gone."

Your heart sank at the news of Fitzroy's death- he had taken care of Court when no one else had.

"And Claire?" you pulled back and wiped tears from your eyes.

Court grinned and jerked his head backward. The small, dark-haired girl was standing in the hall, her hands clasped in front of her with a small smile on her face.

"Claire!" you broke away from Court and hugged her tightly. She felt smaller than she had before, shrunken as if she'd not been eating.

You knew you'd have to fix that.

"I'm sorry about Don," you tucked her hair behind hear ear and she shrugged, trying her best to keep up her tough exterior as Court settled in to eat your now cold noodles.

"Is Claire going to be alright?" you curled into Court's embrace in the bed, finding your usual spot as you had so many nights before. It still felt unreal having him back- you had thought he was dead just hours before.

"With time, yeah," he traced his fingers along your exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake, "She saw a lot of things I didn't want her to."

You shuddered at the thought.

"Are we safe?"

Court pondered that question for a moment- he had killed dozens of people in his effort to retrieve Claire and free himself from imprisonment. But Lloyd Hansen was dead and he knew that Miranda would have to step over at least ten bodies just to find the evidence of his escape.

He thought she was wise enough to leave it be.

"I think so," he planted a kiss on the top of your head and you hummed in response.

"I love you," his words surprised you- you knew he loved you, of course, but he didn't say it often. A hazard of working for a three letter agency- detachment came standard with the job. He felt as if he admitted how much you mattered, that you'd be taken away in an instant. Swept up into the shadows like everything else he had loved.

But Court did love you. God, did he love you.

During the fiasco with Lloyd, the thought of you was all that had kept him going- all that kept him from simply giving in and letting the man kill him.

"I love you too, Court."

"You know, your shooting stance wasn't half bad," you could almost hear the smile in his words.

"Yeah?" you craned your neck to look up at him and he nodded.

"I think you'd have hit me if you'd been quicker on the draw."

"Well, maybe you can give me some more lessons?" you grinned up at him and he returned it.

"I'd like that."

TAGLIST FOR THIS FIC (sorry it took so long): @wadiyatalkinabeet1 @thefictionalgemini

#sierra six x reader #court gentry x reader #sfw #the gray man #sorry i wanted this to be better but idk

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bluejaysandblackbats · 7 months

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What Fic Should I Do Next From My Twitter Build-A-Fic Thread (Also Feel Free To Do It If You Have Twitter)

Ango (Dwelling in Peace): AU where Connor Hawke comes to live with Ollie after a traumatizing event.

The Fisherman's Bluebird: Sea monster Garth AU where Tula visits Arthur's seaside hotel. Tula takes an interest in the mysterious longtime tenant.

I See The Moon: Malcolm Thawne befriends a familiar young boy despite the mystery boy's reluctance to be close; post Mercury Falling AU

Midnight Inn: Oneshot AU where Ollie meets with Roy to apologize while Roy is in withdrawal

Our Hearts Like Rivers: Garth gets a mysterious inheritance from his birth parents. Mera takes Andy and Arthur Jr. to visit him. (Hotel AU)

Still Waters: Arthur pays Garth a surprise visit during his boarding school's parent's weekend. He is not met with the joyful surprise he expected.

The Azalea Inn: Roy and Jade get stuck in a hotel during a hurricane after a mistake leaves them booked for the same hotel room. (Hotel AU)

The Fountain of You: Oneshot where Roy explains to Jade that he and Lian might be immortal.

Enter the Fog: Oneshot where Cassie and Donna's car breaks down during a road trip and it forces Cassie to voice some of her personal problems.

Lavender's Blue: Cassie and Cissie are roommates on their final school trip, and they're about to go their separate ways (2 separate colleges).

Sister Pact: Artemis, Cassie, Donna, and Diana are called together to expose a liar in their midst.

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tru-neutral-good · 2 months

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@grimmusings @raisedxbywolves gets everyone's favorite circus freak.

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usually, when the circus was working within the bounds of a big city and not somewhere out in the open where she could pitch a tent, they had opted for Hotels. They also opted to crowd the rooms, which was... Fun.

But azalea Found a little hack.

And this was what she was doing just now, Not really paying a lot of attention to the others in the room with her as she set up her camping cot and fit it into an unused slid-ey door closet. She was about halfway through setting up a string of paper lantern lights around until she felt someone watching.

"Hi!" She smiles, waving and immediately turning back to electrical taping fairy lights to the inside of the closet. "Lets be real, this isn't the weirdest thing you've seen while working here."

#muse: azae #raisedxbywolves #//// hope this is good lol

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elizavetbutterfly · 10 months

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Candy party (Rus) Всем привет! Что ж, недавно вышла новая серия Адского босса и нарисовала этот арт. Здесь несколько из моих oc's решили потусить на кольце Чревоугодия и сама Би угостила их. Позади стоят Азалия, Салли и Кольт, они в троём приехали чтобы вмести провести время. Кольт и Азалия дружат ещё с детства, но повзрослев они стали редко видится. А с Салли они просто знакомые, так как Кольт редко видел её, чаще всего он её видел в компании с Азалией. На такие вечеринки Кольт приходит просто для того чтобы выпить. Азалия большую часть своего времени уделяет работе, свободное время она любит проводить вместе со своими подругами. Она редко бывает на таких вечеринках, Азалия по большей части предпочитает проводить время с подругами просто как небольшой компанией. Салли больше предпочитает находится в одиночестве и в безлюдном месте. Иногда она проводит время вместе со своими подругами, на вечеринки она не ходит без них. Спереди стоят Вельзевул, Клем и Джон. Би отдала ребятам сладости, которые они с удовольствием едят. Клементина любит чизкейки, особенно с вкусом ягод, а Джон больше отдает предпочтения пончикам. На эту вечеринку ребята могли прийти вместе с Луной. Надеюсь вам нравится этот арт. (Eng) Hello everybody! Well, a new series of Helluva Boss recently came out and I drew this art. Here a few of my oc's decided to hang out at the Gluttony Ring and Bee herself treated them. Behind stand Azalea, Sally, and Colt, the three of them come to spend time together. Colt and Azalea are friends since they were kids, but they started rarely see each other as they mature. And with Sally, they just acquaintances, since Colt rarely saw her, most of the time he saw her in the company of Azalea. Colt comes to these parties just to have a drink. Azalia spends most of her time at work, her free time she likes to spend with her friends. She rarely goes to such parties, Azalia mostly prefers to spend time with her friends just as a small group. Sally prefers to be alone and in a deserted place more. Sometimes she spends time with her girlfriends, she doesn't go to parties without them. At the front stand Beelzebub, Clem, and John. Bee gave the guys sweets, which they enjoy eating. Clementine likes cheesecakes, especially berry-flavored ones, and John prefers doughnuts more. The guys could come to this party with Loona. I hope you like this art.

Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Beelzebub (c) to Vivziepop Colt, Azalea, Sally, Clem and John (c) Me

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #beelzebub #fancharacters #colt #azalea #sally #clem #john

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 1 day

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Listen, as someone who also simps for Atticus I think the content with him is way too tame.

Yandere!Atticus x reader, pls 🙏

Are you my soulmate? My angel?

Yandere! Atticus Finch x Gender Neutral! Reader Warning: talk of manipulation, (slight???) abuse, yandere content, mention of physical violence (not detailed) Word Count: 1.3k A/N: This is lowkey one of the wildest first requests I've gotten, especially for a nearly 50-year-old man from a book written in the 1960s. Either way, thank you for requesting lol. ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Of all the people in Maycomb, Atticus is probably not the person you wanted obsessed with you. He’s well known and pretty well liked so there’s a possibility anything you find odd about him won’t be taken seriously.

His obsession started after Scout talked about you when she was over at Miss Maudie’s house. She went on about how you were nice like Miss Maudie. It didn’t affect Atticus too much since he just thought they thought you were kind or just Miss Maudie in a different form.

When he had a day off, he went over to find Scout, hoping she hadn’t gone off to disturb the Radley’s since he went off about it and needed a little assurance with it. Miss Maudie had gone off to buy azalea seeds for her garden and had left you behind to guard the house. And he realized how underwhelming Scout’s description of you was.

Atticus knew it felt off when he first saw you, he hadn’t felt that overbearing feeling in his heart since he had been with his wife. Even then, his heart wasn’t always pounding as hard as it is now. When you said Scout had gone off with friends, he hesitated to leave. He hoped you’d keep the conversation going but he’d accept if you didn’t without a word.

The obsession would grow as time went on, especially if you stay over the entire summer. Any time Atticus would find you outside the house, he’d stand by the window to admire you. If Scout, Jem, or Calpurnia found him looking out the window for those periods of time, he’d chalk it up to be an old man thing and just his thoughts.

If you were to ever go back to your hometown, he would be beyond disappointed about it. Throughout the summer, he had gotten closer to you out of habit and the want for your presence.

It takes Atticus several summers to confess his feelings for you. Over that period of time, he had gone out of his way to talk to you, saying he found you interesting and no matter how many times you came to Maycomb, he’d always talk to you like you were new. Either way, by the end of the third summer, he had gone with you to the train station and had confessed to you. Now, Atticus can’t deny it wasn’t in an act of trying to guilt you into staying in Maycomb with him.

You inevitably leave no matter if you reciprocate his feelings or not, he accepted it and went along his life with a bit of sadness. It was like seasonal depression for him, you weren’t there for him to admire and know you were nearby for his comfort. It would be nearly unnoticeable for his family since he acts so calm.

Over the winter, you went back to Maudie’s home in the winter season and witnessed the house fire. You were naturally devastated at the event but the same couldn’t be said for Atticus. He needed every opportunity to be near you and if a house fire was needed for it, so be it.

After it was proven you weren’t hurt, he’d suggest you stay over at his home for the time being, claiming you shouldn’t stay in a hotel, especially with how expensive they may be.

As the winter goes on with your relationship with Atticus, you gradually notice how much he truly watches you. You would read in the living room with him, silent, and you’d look up and find him quickly looking away from you.

Violence isn’t prominent in the relationship since he knows the law and knows its consequences. And it’s just not prominent in his personality either, he may threaten you but it’s more so to keep you safe. Atticus knows the law and knows how it bends to people depending on how they were. If you tried pointing out how some of the things he did were possibly illegal, he’d be simple about his explanation.

Since Atticus is a lawyer, arguments aren’t going to last long. You try pointing out how you know he’d come to the room you stayed in and check if you were there in the night, going back to bed after a couple minutes. Atticus would say it’s because he did something similar with Scout and Jem and wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt or wander off in the middle of the night.

To even out his odd behavior with you, he’d be gentle with you. Atticus is old, he’s admitted it himself. His affection will more so be about close proximity, just being in the same room is enough for him. It would mainly be sitting in the living room, reading quietly, whether on your own or not doesn’t matter. Once you get comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed, he’ll get more affectionate with you while sleeping. Probably out of habit.

If you ever did ask him why he treats you the way he does, he would just say why. Why keep you from that information? Atticus doesn’t do it with Scout or Jem, why would you be an exception? Though, he will use his words in specific ways to drive you in a direction that he wants you to go in. A lot of big words will be used specifically.

Atticus will never be violent with you; he’s never been fond of that sort of treatment anyway. He’s never physically punished his children, never been to war, and gave up using guns years earlier. He might threaten you with a hit, but it’ll never come.

He will be beyond quick to start treating you like a partner, no matter how long he’s been with you. Atticus gives it up to the idea that he’s gone so long without romance in his life.

Atticus would treat his justification similar to a court case to himself, using the things you and he have done in order to understand why something must happen. He doesn’t always let you go back to your hometown to visit family? It’s not a holiday! Oh, why does he go into your room at night and watch you for several minutes? He’s making sure you don't flee in the night! He only watches for several minutes because he has terrible eyesight. You’re his lover, it’s a natural worry (it’s not).

Atticus wouldn’t always be against the idea of manipulating you or making you think you owe things to him. It would go hand in hand with the fact he’s a father, it’s natural to want to take care of you. If you can see past his odd behavior and threaten to leave out of worry, he’ll try using the fact he’s housed and took care of you well. It will eat him alive, but he wants to keep you with him.

Free will is still prominent no matter how obsessive Atticus gets. The times when he manipulates you and keeps you with him no matter how many times you try leaving will eat him alive, causing you to have open options for many things. He will not force you to dress differently, get a different job, or stay home without any interactions with others.

You will still be held from many things, like contacting family to get them to help you leave him or leaving for another town without him with you.

If you heard about how Atticus was good with a gun, he wouldn’t try pushing the notion that he’ll never use one again but won’t say whatever he’ll use it for. He’d definitely won’t hate you knowing if you think it’s cool, though he won’t always want to demonstrate. It will be a definite ‘no’ if you suggest he teaches you, especially if you constantly threaten to leave him. He doesn’t want to be shot when he isn’t looking.

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My TKAM masterlist

#atticus finch x reader #atticus finch #atticus finch imagines #atticus #yandere content #tw mention of abuse #tw yandere #yandere atticus finch #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral insert #atticus finch x gender neutral reader

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