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krikeymate · 1 year

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dredge au (me AGAIN):

fr ur giving me dredge au brainrot and i need to finish this fic but this THIS is the best au:

Richie makes it to the islands, and makes his way to the Collectors house, following the directions given to him by Amber. He knocks on the door and—wait… he knows this man, has seen him in articles that his family kept around their archives.

This is the man that made Christina Carpenter’s family fall into disrepair, this is the man that she slept with, unwedded, cheating on the man she was betrothed to. He senses something… off, but it only draws him further into the allure of this place.

What are the odds, really? That Sam and his Prize have made it to the same place that this Collector, that had so readily ruined the reputation of a formerly reputable house? That they’ve made it to the same place that Sam’s FATHER is?

There’s something off about this place, as he goes around, asking for information on this new fisherman and her sister. He receives several warnings, ‘Don’t go after them. There’s something wrong with the older one, almost as if the sea has a soft spot for her.’ ‘she’ll kill you for even trying to get close to her little sister’ ‘the sea doesn’t take kindly to those that would harm it’s Chosen.’

He ignores it, of course, his greed blinds him, his lust for power. The Collector offers to help him, in exchange for the location of one Sidney Prescott. He gets close to finding her, before the night falls, and he sees a boat in the distance. And is that? No, surely it couldnt be THAT easy? But Sam and Tara are on their way back from Blackwell island, and he thinks of the warnings, ‘never stay out at night, otherwise you wont make it back in the morning, beware of the fog’

But here they are, sailing without a care in the world, expertly avoiding— wait are those rocks just appearing in front of them??? what??? But Sam avoids them, expertly weaves her way through a maze that only she can see.

He forgets about Sidney (i wonder how the collector will feel about that) and pursues them to the dock of greater Woodsboro.

and then— oh. this got a little long, didnt it? apologies. you have ruined me with this au.

DON'T STOP, you're spoiling me. I genuinely made that first post for only myself and thought no one else would be interested lmao. You're the one ruining me. You're literally writing it for me at this point, my beloved.

The journey is uncomfortable, the sea doesn't agree with him. His crew are seasoned seamen who snicker at him behind his back. His brother, Ethan, joins him on the trip. He'd promised to let him play with Tara once he was finished punishing her himself. Ethan enjoys playing with his leftovers. The fucked up little beast. But he is his brother, and that makes him his. In a way, he can admire Samantha, for her dedication to her sister, for the way she stole her away from under his nose. Such dedication deserves reward, he'll keep her too, she can stay with her sister, patch up the pieces left of her once he's had his fun.

The sea holds no borders, and yet, he knows he's crossed one all the same. The air feels different, it makes the hair on his body stand on end. The sea becomes coated in a thin mist that swirls around the vessel. It creeps aboard the ship, it tugs at his clothes, slithers down his shirt and into his pockets. The ring around his neck becomes warm against his skin where before it had remained ice-cold. The mist recedes, and the journey continues.

He turns to his brother to remark on the event, only to find him passed out with a tankard in his hand. The rest of the crew are seemingly as unbothered. He shrugs it off.

First stop is Little Woodsboro, to reunite with the disgraced Freeman. Ordinarily, you wouldn't find Ritchard Kirsh of the Bailey's obeying the demands of a woman, but Amber Freeman is one of a kind, he finds. Uniquely... ambitious.

She points him in the direction of Blackstone Isle... after some payment, of course. She tells him The Collector will grant him safety in their shores, to pay him respects, to return to him that which was lost. It all sounds like superstitious nonsense to him, but that someone of such intelligence could look so serious and say such a thing, it makes him pause. He remembers the strange occurrence earlier... he decides why not, it's but a mere short sail away, and it will hardly hurt him to investigate.

The man is... unkempt, beard and hair wild and peppered with grey. He holds himself as a man twice his age. Yet his clothes are impeccable and of quality. The crest on his vest draws his eye, it seems so familiar.

The man is looking for a woman. "Aren't we all," he had joked. The Collector had remained stone-faced. "The girl for the woman," he offers. He takes the ring and blesses his boat. "Stay out of the fog," he warns. "It won't protect you from the fog, nothing can protect you from the fog."

It isn't until he's back on the water that recognition comes to him. It makes him laugh, long and hard. The sailors whisper about cursed waters and the madness. Perhaps there was something to Freeman's warnings after all, he considers, for everything to come full circle like this, what else can be at play other than the hands of Gods. The man who began Christina Carpenter's downfall, here. And here Ritchie is, searching for the spawn of such union, and her sister, at his doorstep.

They're on the water for three days when the men fish up their first abnormality. Better to catch their food than store it, the men had told them, so they've been fishing daily for their nourishment. None of the men will touch the creature, they contemplate throwing it back. Ethan, always the more adventurous one, demands it be cooked. He'll eat it, if the rest of the cowards will not. "How is it," Ritchie asks, disgust upon his face. "Slimy... yet satisfying," Ethan replies, dropping a tentacle into his open mouth.

Every hamlet and village they dock at warn him away from his search, warn him away from the sea. Go back home, they tell him. There's only death here. The fisherman? Oh no boy, you best stay away. That one is Chosen. The sea has claimed her, they say. You don't take from the sea. "It's the other girl, I want," he tells them, "she's to be my wife." "Not any more lad, the sea has taken her." "Her sister took her." "Her sister is the sea."

It's all utter nonsense. The fish must make them mad. (He's no clue how close he steers to the rocks of truth).

Sometimes they'll pass smaller islands, uninhabited by all accounts, and in the distance he'll see hooded figures on the rocks, watching him. He sees no eyes, yet they peer into his soul all the same.

A week into their search, the men are ready to turn back for Ingfell as the sun begins to dip in the sky. He tells them to keep going. There's sunlight yet left. He ignores the warnings of the night, or the shapes in the water that circle the islands just out of sight of shore and light. The men protest, it's too dangerous, we'll dash upon the rocks in the dark. A fog descends once the sun falls, they've been told. They'll not see where they're going, and no anchors are reliable in these turbulent waters. Their boat will rock and move and they'll be naught they can do to keep it still. Find yourself at a dock come night, or find yourself on the seabed come morning, they say.

He pushes them forward, and they sail in the direction of the Stellar Basin. There's a trader there, this week, he's been told. He's yet to meet the Travelling Reed woman, and he would very much like to hear what she has to say, to hear of the knowledge she must have.

Along the way, he sights a ship in the distance. It comes from the direction of Blackstone Isle itself, an island that none local will go to. That can only mean one thing, surely. His spyglass confirms it. In the brightness of the moon and stars above, he sights his very targets, laughing aboard their ship. They're not even steering it, allowing the waves to take it where they will it to go. Tara is leaning overboard, pointing to the water, and Sam stands close behind, a hand on her hip to steady her, and peers over her shoulder.

He's jostled as the boat tilts, the eyeglass goes tumbling overboard and he falls to the deck. They've hit something, the men yell. Standing up, Ritchie peers off in the distance once again, only to find that a fog has rolled in and his targets are nowhere to be found. He stands there, seething, as the crew rush around him, emptying the water draining through a hole in the hull, and hurrying to tar it up.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #AU: dredge #my writing tag #I have made the Bailey's SO FUCKED UP. like oh you think Christina is the worst? THINK AGAIN. IT GETS WORSE.#i couldn't resist the slimy yet satisfying line. i can't believe i've made two lion king references about scream stuff now.#love making sam blessed in my supernatural au's. it's what she deserves.#ethan's gonna do a stu and lose his fucking mind eating the mutant fish #i literally cannot begin to describe how EXCITED i am about this shit. i adore you for indulging me.

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withacapitalp · 5 months

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All this was inspired by listening to She’s So Overrated by Madilyn Bailey so fair warning LMAO. Also this got SO MUCH LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO IM SORRY IT WAS JUST ME WRITING DOWN AN IDEA......

Okay so I’m having thoughts about modern AU lead singer Eddie Munson who’s been in the industry for years with the boys. Corroded Coffin is a staple of the metal industry, but for a few years he’s been feeling really stalled in his career and just stuck in place. He’s still making music, still performing, but he feels like he’s getting farther and farther from that kid who used to scream and sing in his closet bedroom in the shoebox apartment he used to share with Wayne.

So when he and the boys are in an interview and the interviewee brings up how “King” Steve Harrington from The Four is trying to reinvent himself with the help of former bandmate Robin Buckley, Eddie goes off. He works himself up into a little tizzy, ranting Munson Doctrine style about how a former teen pop star trying to become some second rate folk singer isn’t anything special, and that he wouldn’t be caught dead cashing in like that.

That Steve’s music is bad (even though he’s honestly never listened to it) and “King” Steve is overrated. How even Beiber is better than him. He’s just bullshit.

Of course the interview goes viral, and finds its way to Steve and Robin. Robin listens to it first and she doesn’t want Steve to watch it. She knows how close things like this cut him (especially that word), and how he’s been dealing with a lot of hate from everyone even from former fans who are confused by the sharp contrast of his new music- aka the music he’s finally being allowed to write now that he’s broken away from his momager- but Steve makes her show him.

She’s sure that she’s going to have to spend the next week rebuilding his confidence.

And instead, Steve’s lip curls into a smile, and he grabs his songbook, telling her to find her guitar.

Eddie wakes up five days after the interview to a huge flood of social media notifications, a dozen missed calls from the boys and his manager and his uncle. He ignores them all and goes to see what he fucked up this time.

Eddie opens Youtube and it’s at the top of his recommendations. The thumbnail is Steve and Robin sitting together with a guitar in her lap. The title of the video is just one word.

Bullshit.

This can’t be good.

Eddie listens to it even though he doesn’t want to. He’s a lot of things, but he’s not a coward. Not anymore. He listens to it because he has to know how much he’s fucked up.

And then he listens to it again. And again. And again.

It gets stuck in his head. All of it. Not just the song (which admittedly is pretty killer) but also hearing the flippantly mean words he had casually thrown at Steve being shoved back in his face. He had seen Steve as an abstract thing, just a symbol of everything wrong with the industry, not a real person. And now this actual human being that he’s hearing has turned all of that garbage into a song that feels more genuine then most of the music on the last two albums he wrote himself. A song that has heart, joy, and a strong current of pain underneath, especially in the bridge where Steve just sings the word bullshit over and over.

There’s even more than that. He also sees the way Robin and Steve interact while they’re working the smiles, the jabs, the silly little way Steve bobs his head along as he listens to her play, the way they both collapse into giggles at the end as Steve directly quotes the part of the interview where Eddie said that Steve “is just another laundry basket devil trying to act like a big shot now that he’s too old for teen girls to moon over.”

He can’t remember the last time he and the boys had that much fun making a song.

Hell, Eddie even sees their apartment. It’s a pretty nondescript room, but he can see the wear and tear on the furniture, the cobwebs in the corners of the room, the slightly drooping houseplant with the name “Dart” lovingly painted on its pot. It feels like a home, and as Eddie looks around at the bedroom in his far too big mansion, he feels even more like a fraud.

Eddie listens to the song on repeat for most of the morning. In the afternoon he finally answers everyone, and starts to put his plan into motion.

By that evening he’s on the phone with Steve asking him and Robin to help Corroded Coffin write their next song.

#steve harrington #stranger things #st #eddie munson #steddie #steddie ficlet #st4 #steve and eddie #Robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates Stobin #stranger things au #modern au #rockstar Eddie munson #pop star Steve harrington #And yes in my head they fall in love #and robin falls in love with CC manager Chrissy Cunningham shhhhhh #corroded coffin

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mustangs-flames · 2 months

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Updated tags.

Just some changes to some tags I'll be using from now on when talking about Hail, True Body as it is now an OC horror series:

#hail true body au -> is now #hail true body

#htb mark -> is now #htb mark owens

#htb cesar -> is now #htb cesar hernandez

#htb alt!cesar -> is now #htb mimic!cesar

#htb sarah -> is now #htb bethany owens

#htb alternates -> is now #htb mimics

#htb evelin -> is now #htb eve cooper

#htb adam -> is now #htb adam turner

#htb thatcher -> is now #htb cian daniels

#htb ruth -> is now #htb rebecca bailey

#htb dave -> is now #htb sam king

#htb o'brien -> is now #htb liam mcloughlin

#htb jonah -> is now #htb azrael faust

#htb joel -> is now #htb ben davies

I will be adding onto this post as and when names of other characters have been changed, etc.

#hail true body #my writing #my ocs #i'll add these to the masterpost on my pinned once i've started overhauling everything

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madelynraemunson · 2 months

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CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

MODERN AU • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

slight age gap (Steve is 31, reader is 23); reader goes by the nickname "Sweets"

CW: slight age gap relationship, drinking, smoking, gambling, physical altercations, manipulation, abuse (DV, emotional, financial, mental), profanities, eventual smut

*loosely inspired by sara cate’s salacious players club*

Summary: 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄. Steve Harrington has the WORST luck with the ladies. His high school sweetheart left him for another dude, his former fuck buddy is dating his roommate, and his dream girl is a lesbian. King Steve is losing hope. That is until he meets you — a newly graduated university student from Seattle — when your paths cross on a fateful night in Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... that is until your risky business trickles over to Hawkins, Indiana, a town your best friend knows of a little too well.

theme song: call out my name by the weeknd

tag list is open 💌✨

Chapter 001: PROLOGUE

word count: 1.7k words

♛

Winter 2024

“WATCH OUT INDIANAPOLIS — you're about to get... absolutely SOAKED!”

The booming voice of a man in Steve’s bedroom stirs him awake.

Letting out a ferocious yawn, The King rubs his eyes free of the annoying crust in the corner of his sockets, flopping around one more time before doing his routine stretch.

“Google,” Steve commands. “Turn off the TV.”

The TV immediately switches off. It’s nothing personal to meteorologist Marcus Bailey, but if Steve ever needed an accurate forecast of Indianapolis, all he would have to do is look outside his penthouse window. And that, after brushing his teeth, is just what he does.

"G'morning Indy,” he sighs happily on his balcony before going back inside.

Steve then makes his way over to the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast.

“Google,” he calls out again. “Open the curtains, please.”

Google replies:

“Opening curtains. Good morning — Steve.”

"Google, what's my schedule looking like today?" "Google, text Dustin." “Google, what is the weather looking like in Nevada?” “Google, turn on my shower tunes.”

The best thing about not living with Eddie Munson anymore, is that Steve can shamelessly sing Amy Winehouse in the shower without being hounded about it.

“We only saaaid GOODBYE, with WORDS!” Steve sings, confidently off-key. “I died a hundred times! You go back to her, and I goooo baaack toooo…”

"Scanning fingerprint...”

an automated voice announces at the entrance of Steve's walk-in closet.

Swish...

The door slides open. Sauntering his way inside, Steve ventures for some slick black athleisure down to the shoes, his usual musky cologne, and some matching sunglasses (despite the gloomy forecast prediction).

Black. 🎶

Steve Harrington is ready for the day.

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"Google, make reservations for 3 people at Tony's Steakhouse at 7pm please."

All Steve had left to do for the day now was grocery shop. Which was always a hassle. Because sometimes, the store doesn't have the specific brand he's looking for so the shopper has to opt for an alternate version. Or sometimes, the shopper assigned to him that day chooses produce that is nearing its expiration date making every fruit in his bag a mushy mess. It doesn't happen too often, but it sure feels inconvenient as hell when it does. There are worse problems in life though, so Steve really can't complain.

*Ring, ring. Ring, ring*

The very distinct and custom ringtone has Steve bolting across the room to answer the call. One of his best friends was on the other line.

"Yello?" he says into the phone.

"Hey, it's Shy Girl," comes a voice. "Eddie and I are pulling in."

"Pull off to the side. Valet's got it. I'll send you guys up."

A bottle of cabernet sauvignon a la Steve awaits the pair when they make their way over. Consider it a Tony's pre-game.

"GameWorld stock is up 4% today,” Steve's buddy, and owner of Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Eddie Munson announces as the two clink glasses. "I don’t have much faith in it though, figure I’ll get my pie slices from actual grocery stores. Like Meijer.”

“Everyone's always gonna need groceries,” Steve points out. "Definitely. Just don't day trade. Not now."

"Ooh, you hear that, Eds?" Shy Girl nudges him. "You gotta be careful where you put your money."

"I gotta be careful with my money, period," Eddie smirks. "You're a danger to my pockets, angel."

"Oh but you love me," she says.

"Yeah," Eddie gives in, grabbing his lover's dainty digits, trailing his fingers across hers, and rubbing the glistening rock that took up most of her left hand on the distal side. "I sure do."

"I'm just... so proud of us," Steve sappily reflects. "So much has happened over the past two years and we've all come so far."

"Yeah," Shy Girl agrees. "And it's about fucking time we celebrate."

"I agree," Eddie chimes in, raising his glass once again. "This weekend trip is going to be... one for the books."

"Viva Las Vegas," Steve toasts. "Cheers."

"Viva Las Vegas!"

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON

Black and red.

They're the two colors that occupy your closet the most. But of course, after graduating from Washington State University (or Wazzu, for short), you expected nothing less.

You could do with some more sequins though, you think to yourself as you pack your bags.

"What do you think of this, Sweets?"

Peering over your shoulder, you see that your best friend, Elle has started festivities early, managing to hold two glasses of champagne in one hand, and six-inch stilletoes in the other.

"Can't take the party out of the girl, that's for damn sure," you respond.

When you left Seattle to attend WSU Pullman, Elle was your only friend in business class. Mainly because the class was predominantly for dudes, but eventually you found out that you two have a lot in common.

Elle is everything you would want in an older sister figure: she is both book smart and wise, she is sexy, and she eats men for breakfast. And, now that she's about to celebrate the launching of her lingerie business (along with her Dirty 30s Era), and you're about to enter your new-grad era, you two are hitting up Las Vegas to go ham together one last time.

It's all so bittersweet. You owe everything to the Warrens, having taken you in when you were a lost undergrad. It also sucked quite a bit not having a support system after graduating high school. You and Elle were all each other has. Which makes this inevitable separation so much more painful.

"Are you sure you're okay with Vegas by the way?" you question. "I know since the split, being surrounded by gorgeous girls 24/7 can kinda be triggering.”

"Don't worry about it, love," she shakes it off. "The past is in the past. This is a new era of me."

Cheers to that. Clinking your airport-pregame champagne glasses with one another, you raise a toast to yourselves, celebrating how far the two of you have come over the past four years.

"To friendship."

"To being elegant and educated."

"To elegance and education."

"And to being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives."

You giggle as you raise your glass of champagne even higher.

"To being girl-bosses for the rest of our lives," you two take a sip at the same time. "And no matter how near and no matter how far, we're always gonna be besties."

"I love you, Sweets."

"I love you too, Isabelle."

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trippin-chippin · 3 months

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I need to redraw moonshine threatening to sue kingdice 😭

#cuphead #cuphead oc #cuphead au #shitpost #the crownroyals #dani talks #moonshine bailey #king dice

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year

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mason mount - guessing game

mason mount instagram au (x fem!reader - actress that was in hotd and avatar the way of water)

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ynofficial: i started reading gerald's game by stephen king and had to stop after the first chapter and then vowed to myself that if i'm going to carry on reading it, it has to be sunny outside and i also have to read emma alongside it because i'm a wimp that can't handle that level of intense and disturbing content all in one go. my auntie will be incredibly disappointed in me but it's cheaper than the therapy i'd need if i continued reading it so i say it's a win-win

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jamieflatters: tom holland? andrew garfield?

ynofficial: pt 185432 of jamie getting it wrong

harrycolettactor: wuss

harrycollettactor: you're giving us nothing and i'm starting to think you're winding us up now

ynofficial: i mean yeah i am

baileybass: YOURE SUCH CUTIES AHHHHH

jackchampion: bailey knows?????

ynofficial: well so does trinity and zoe and sam

jackchampion: pls tell me i'm begging you

ememyers: gerald's game creeped the fuck out of me i don't blame you one bit

ynofficial: em i love you for this

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harrycollettactor: y/n somehow scored some pretty damn good seats?????

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theemilycarey: this isn't related to the football but i know who her boyfriend is

harrycollettactor: traitor. is it someone i know?

ynofficial: yes, you are very welcome for the tickets, harry, how very gracious of you (and yes but you've never met)

jamieflatters: i have a theory you know

fan1: it's almost like they never went to a football game

fan2: this is my multiverse of madness fr

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ynofficial: NO WAY WAS JAMIE'S THEORY RIGHT

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jamieflatters: i'm a genius, what can i say?

baileybass: far cry from it

harrycollettactor: there are no clues anywhere how am i supposed to figure this shit out

ynofficial: pull a holmes

lizzymalpine: i love your soft launch so freaking much

ynofficial: i learnt from the best

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masonmount: boyfriend duties

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harrycollettactor: um

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fan3: MASON HAS A GF?????

fan4: come home the kids miss you

fan5: wait a minute...NO WAY WHAT??????

benchilwell: peter parker is looking cute today

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ynofficial: successfully made it past the soft launch phase, welcome to my 'in love with this sexy sexy man and idc who knows it' era

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fan6: WHAT THE FUCK

harrycollettactor: i'm crying right now that's MY football boyfriend how did i not recognise his abs????

ynofficial: no and i was actually wondering that actually

harrycollettator: yes, i saw him first

ynofficial: no

jackchampion: any friend of cmpulisic is a friend of mine

ynofficial: you need to get your priorities sorted

baileybass: i'm so happy for you two!!! you look so pretty together

ynofficial: don't make me cry

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masonmount: been locked in love for a year

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fan7: A YEAR???

fan8: damn they were careful about this

declanrice: happy for you two!

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#mason mount social media au #mason mount x reader

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h0wv3ry · 1 year

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miss americana and the heartbreak prince: an ariel x eric college au

overview

Ariel travels to England much to her senator father’s dismay for her first year of university. He believes that she is studying to be a lawyer but she's actually is pursuing archaeology. On the side, her and friends, Scuttle, Sebastian and Flounder, started a band called "Under the Sea" that play at her aunt Ursula's underground club every weekend.

Eric, the son of the university’s chancellor, is struggling to convince his mom not to become a politician and rather study marine biology. To help him get through his third year is his therapy dog, Max and his favorite professor, Grimsby. While Eric is failing his archaeology, Grimsby assigns Ariel to be his tutor and soon the two connect over their parents’ want and what they actually want.

cast

halle bailey as ariel

jonah hauer-king as eric

terry hu as scuttle

ncuti gatwa as sebastian

kit connor as flounder

jessica alexander as vanessa

other cast

javier bardem as triton

noma dumezweni as selina

melissa mccarthy as ursula

art malik as grimsby

playlist

(i do warn most of it is taylor swift)

miss americana and the heartbreak prince - taylor swift

london boy - taylor swift

style - taylor swift

paper rings - taylor swift

author's note

I'm super excited to write this as a huge Little Mermaid fan and also I'm so hyped for the live action. As noticed with the cast, there are a few changes. Because this takes place in college, I had to change characters based on age for the humanization of Ariel's friends, but other that, the cast stays the same.

Also: If you’re pissed that Ariel is Black, get off my timeline. Also, since Jonah is Jewish, I'm going to make Eric Jewish as well.

links

ao3

wattpad

chapter 1

chapter 2

#ariel #ariel and eric #ariel x eric #prince eric #the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023 #little mermaid au #college au #halle bailey #jonah hauer king #miss americana and the heartbreak prince au fic #disney #halle is ariel #my ariel

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angelgoeslewd · 2 years

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Did someone say...

Omegaverse AU? Omegaverse AU.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI! Explict sexual content, non-con aspects, male NPCs, use of the word pussy in regards to genitals but can be taken as any gender

Most orphans are either Betas or Omegas. The "throwaway" kids that the rich fucks in the Danube mansions didn't feel fit to their lives or kids born on the streets to an unlucky Omega that wasn't mated. There's a handful of Alphas, but not enough to protect all of you from the bullying at school.

【Ｌ　Ｏ　Ａ　Ｄ　Ｉ　Ｎ　Ｇ　．　．　．】

【Ｙｏｕ　ａｒｅ　ａ．．．ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ | ʙᴇᴛᴀ | <ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ> ! 】

Avery: ALPHA.

You aren't the kind to just swoon at every single Alpha that crosses your path, but wow. Just wow. Avery exudes "I'm your ALPHA" energy. Meeting him left you dripping, his smooth fingers digging into your thigh as he grips you and lifts you up like you're nothing to grab the lichen. It makes shocks run up your leg, down your back and straight down between your thighs. You absolutely fingered yourself that night to the thought of his hand pressing against the back of your neck when you kissed. So demanding without even having to say a word. It's a dance that Alphas play with Omegas, lead with a slight of hand and see if they can follow instinctively.

Even his rage makes you nearly go into heat for this man, the pheromones that he gives off making your skin burn and your body react accordingly. One minute he's throwing bottles across the room, making the explode on contact with the wall because you tore your dress at a party after stepping on it with your heel, then you find yourself face down, ass up, his fingers making your slick squelch as he fingers you and whispers, "I'm gonna make you earn my mark." Your mind is mush and all you can say is Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.

Might even attempt to buy you from Bailey. Keyword attempt. Bailey won't sell you. Why would he? You're the most attractive Omega he owns and you bring in so much cash by just living there. Well, if that doesn't work... Avery is conniving and underhanded, at least Bailey lays his cards on the table and tells you exactly how he's going to fuck you over before he does it. Avery waits like a snake in the grass. Goes about it in one of two ways: either distracts you by picking you up from school and taking you out every. Single. day, making you stay out so late that you forget to take your heat suppressants or he steals them out of your bag and replaces them with fake, experimental ones he got from Harper. Experimental in the sense that they might also be laced with the aphrodisiac Moor flowers and make your heat worse. He waits, waits until your heat, plans it all out to take you on a trip away from Bailey's protection and locked doors and room lined with smell suppressant pads, rips you away from the orphanage and makes you suffer through the worse heat of your entire goddamn life for two whole days, locked in the hotel's bedroom, begging and scratching and fingering yourself against the door for relief before he comes in and takes you. Knots you and mates with you for five whole days. The hotel room is probably ruined with the amount of slick and torn bedsheets you two go through, not to mention the noise. He's rented the top floor just for this, but he'll be damned if the lower floors don't hear you. Probably will have to slip the manager some cash to make up for the complaints he's been getting. He calls you out of school too, letting them know that you just have the worst heat sickness in the world, awww.

And when you show back up after disappearing for a whole damn week with a mark on your neck... well, Bailey really doesn't have any choice, does he? So he takes the payoff from Avery with a grumble and let you whisked off to be Avery's little Omega whore. You are not allowed out without a bodyguarded. Your education is private tutorers through an online school. You never take heat suppressants again. And if Avery knocks you up... well, even better. What's a king without an heir? Or two. Or twelve. You are his pocket omega.

FATE: ISOLATED TROPHY.

Bailey: ALPHA.

This man is basically the town's #1 Alpha. He probably even wins out over Avery on how much of an Alpha he is. As in, people are scared of him. Which, kinda makes him the perfect Alpha. He's very protective over his "property", probably is the strongest man in town, has the brains, looks, and money to provide an Omega with everything they need. He's probably most Omegas' crush. It's why Quinn appointed him as the town's caretaker, which makes him even more lusted after, much to his dismay. An Alpha that takes care of little pups and defends them with everything he's got? A good role model for Alphas, Betas, and Omegas alike? Makes slick run down any Omega's legs. He can protect the kids from anything and make money doing it. He gets secret admirers leaving stuff on the doorstep all the time. Keeps any cash gifts, throws the kids the stuffed toys and chocolates.

His fame in town is why you need to basically be the Omega for him to even consider you. He's seen it all, submissive Omegas, beautiful Omegas, hell, any Omega within a 50m radius would probably spread their legs for him.

But you? The feisty, gorgeous Omega that can have any Alpha drooling with a flick of your wrist? It pisses him off. It pisses him off even more when you have the audacious to tell him that you don't have his money, late Saturday night when he comes up to get it. You are 18, for fuck's sake. He's seen your stupid little report cards. You have an A* in math. Put two and two together. Spread your pretty, soft little legs and fucking go get it!

...But then you spread those stupid, pretty, soft little legs and tell him that you guess you have no choice and you'll have to pay him with your body. The pheromones you're giving off makes him dumb for a second, makes his head woozy and you're just sitting there on your bed with a sly smile on your face. Have you been playing Blackjack with Wren? Where did you learn that look. Your perfume smells like Moor flowers and roses, light and clean and nothing like what he wants to do to you right now.

He doesn't know what to do. He's never been matched this way before.

Then... then he gets angry. How fucking dare you seduce him. How fucking dare you make him feel so out of his element in his own damn home that he fucking took you so graciously in to. He snaps. He grabs your wrist and drags you down to his office in that stupidly thin nightgown you're wearing, thankful none of the other orphans are awake but knowing you wouldn't even care if they saw.

He pushes you onto his desk and grabs your hair, pulling your head back to attack your neck. His hands are everywhere, your hair, your thighs, the curves of your body, your neck. Your delicate, light hands feel like a breeze on his back, lightly gripping and scratching and everything he fucking wants right now. He pulls away to look at you and, my god, you look debauched. Your hair is somehow perfectly messed up, lips spread to pant, he doesn't know if he wants to kiss you to see how puffy and red they get or see them around his cock. He doesn't kiss you. You don't try. Another thing about you that is just so frusteratingly perfect for him that he hates.

He pulls up your lingerie, flips you around, and pushes your head down to take you on his desk.

Only to find out you're still a fucking virgin?!

"Was... saving it. For you. There's other ways to use my body," you gasp out, noticing his hesitation. "My body is yours after all... so is my first time ♡!" He hates how fucking horny that gets him.

"God, I fucking hate you," he hisses.

In his defense, he does feel bad about it afterwards. Especially when he lets you up and notices that he fucking claimed you. You don't look upset at all, though. In fact, you look downright pleased. Whore. You adjust one of your straps and wink at him, all messed up makeup and tangled hair, "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Don't fucking use my own line against me," he threatens lowly. Why the fuck aren't you scared of him. Piss poor excuse for an Omega. His piss poor exucee for an Omega now, he guesses. "And where the fuck do you think you're going?"

That finally makes you crack, all your confidence and smart assery finally sliding away as you look confused. "Back to... bed?"

"Fuck no you aren't, get in my room."

You blink, but follow him obediently, for once.

And that's how it goes, you following, him leading. You're always on his arm, his lap, the passenger seat of his car, making all the other Alphas in town drool when he drives around collecting payments. You never kiss or hug or do anything remotely loving. You're more like fuck buddies, really. He wouldn't blink an eye if you left, but he sure as hell wouldn't let anyone mess with you either. If you even let them. You're just as dangerous as he is.

And you still have to pay. You still live in his place, afterall. And you're using a lot more of his shit too. The debt is in the hundred thousands now. You will never be able to pay it off. And Bailey never lets you forget that, every single Sunday.

FATE: UNLOVED AND INDEBTED BUT DESIRED.

Eden: ALPHA.

Listen, if Bailey wasn't the town's Alpha and if they even remotely knew about Eden, he would probably be. Right after Avery. But Avery buys his work and doesn't like getting his hands dirty. He also doesn't live here, so.

Eden has all the characteristics of a perfect Alpha. It's why you get Stockholm Syndrome so quickly. It is hard for an Omega to not want to stay in the clutches of this man. He makes sure you're safe, defends you, provides food and a house for you to make into a home. But unlike Bailey or Avery, he tries to knock you up right away. He's very in tune with his Alpha instincts and when he finally gets you, he immediately goes wild (HA).

Of course, he can't claim you, at first. Your body rejects him as he tries to force it on you. It doesn't bother him. One way or another, you will be his Omega, whether you have a claim on your neck or not. See, you're the first Omega his body has reacted to. There's been others, but there was just something... not. Right. But when he heard from Bailey about how well you can grow things and how good your cooking was at the Café, something clicked. He knew you were perfect for him.

And he's not going to let you go.

Later, when he wakes to find you upright in bed, clutching the frayed end of your leash against your chest, only for you to hand him it without a shakey hand or hesitation, he knows he made the right choice. He claims you that morning. You look like an angel with your hair splayed around you and your moans are the song you use to entrance him. He keeps you in bed all day, probably gets up getting you pregnant.

And you're his little house Omega. You take care of everything around the cabin as your belly grows. Provides you with anything you want. Another pillow? Sure, your feet must ache after all that work. You want to go into town? Let him grab his gun, it's dangerous out there. He pays Bailey in labor for your debt.

As for you, you can't tell what is love and what is the delusion you created to stay sane. Do you fuck him because you crave his body, his knot, his care? Or do you do it so you end up tied to a leash in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do? Does he actually love you? Or is it some sort of weird playing house until he decides he's bored? You don't know, but you aren't in the worst place right now. You'll take it as it comes.

FATE: A PERFECT OMEGA OR A SURVIVAL STRATEGY?

Whitney: ALPHA.

It's unconfirmed, but come on. We all know he's a spoiled little rich kid. And being the first Alpha to a wealthy family means that he's probably expected to marry some purebred Omega of title and money. But Whitney gets whatever he wants and what he wants... is you.

His parents wouldn't approve of their son running around with some orphan Omega, but his parents probably don't approve of a lot of shit he does. Whitney doesn't care. All he knows is that he loves the way you look when you look up to him from your place on your knees, loves the feeling of power when you obediently take whatever he does to you. And he loves loves loves the death stares he gets from Kylar when he has you pinned up against a locker, you head thrown back in ecstasy, his thigh in between yours as you rut down against it. He storms off when you finally cum, and Whitney pulls you against his chest, telling you what a good little Omega you are as you quiver with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

It's not sweet. It's degrading. You just can't help yourself. You're just a little Omega, after all. He treats you like you're stupid. And you are, in a way.

You're intoxicated by the scent he gives off, there's just something about it that reduces you to a compliant mess of tears and moans. You wonder if it's because he's considered the Alpha of your school. You wonder if it's because you secretly enjoy the attention of his torment.

Speaking of which, Whitney collars you. He keeps you on a leash too. Only lets you off to go to class and drags you around town with his friends otherwise. He even got a dog tag with his name engraved on it. You are his bitch after all.

You're on heat suppressants? Not anymore. Whitney takes your bag from you and throws them away. Every day. You beg him not to, tell him how Bailet angrily raises your rent everytime he does, because he has to replace them if he doesn't want every single Alpha on the block busting down his door when you do finally go into heat. Whitney just laughs in your face and tells you not to worry about it. Maybe Bailey will kick you out, he thinks. Then he can force you to live with him. Be his little pocket pussy, wake him up with blowjobs and fetch him snacks nude. Unfortunately for him, Bailey does not.

When Whitney eventually wakes up in his bedroom to his phone ringing at an absurd time in the early morning, he's ready to bitch you out when he sees your name on his screen. But your voice is whispy and desperate, begging him to come knot you, keening his name and he forgets how to be a bitch for a second. He then just hangs up and immediately wakes up his driver, forcing him to take Whitney to go and pick you up.

The minute you get in the car, his hand is up your shirt, and then, all of a sudden, you're naked and he's inside of you, fucking you with wild intent in the back of his luxurious, full sized limo. He doesn't care if it's only 10 minutes to his parent's mansion. He makes you cum at least 3 times before you get there. Then, he scoops you up and pulls you out the backseat, bare naked, and takes you to his room.

He films himself pushing inside of you, films you begging for him to fuck you harder, faster, makes sure to get a close up on your face when you cum once, twice; films himself knotting you too, the aftermath of his cum dripping out of you and him fucking it into you again. Then he throws the phone aside and really gets to work.

When you two finally come back to school, Whitney's leash tightens. Both figuratively and physically. You do not go anywhere without him. The teachers give you sympathetic looks while they help you rearrange your schedule so you're with him for every single class. (His parents probably paid them off.)

Though, the best part about this whole thing for Whitney is the absolute murderous look he got from Kylar, when you showed up for school, leashed to Whitney's side, with the claim mark he left on your neck bruised purple and red. He specifically made you unbutton the top two buttons of your shirt to show it off. Kylar and him probably get into an actual physical fight later that day, but he thinks it's all worth it. Because he owns you.

And some day, he'll probably have to marry some stupid Omega for his parents, who turn their nose up at you, to be happy. But he doesn't care. They won't have his claim mark.

FATE: POSSESSED.

#dol #whitney the bully #bailey the caretaker #avery the businessperson #eden the hunter #degrees of lewdity #angelic songs #🍩 of dol

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