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jesuisgourde · 3 years

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gay/queer references in Peter’s journals

Again, I have probably missed stuff due to going through pretty quickly and also due to having stared at this document for so long, everything has kind of blurred together.

Sometime close to the day that Carlos & I watched 'Love And Death on Long Island' (and afterwards paraded through the tea rooms of Picadilly) we both filled in application forms and were tres excited to be invited to the same group 'interview' - twas more like an audition though. I got the part. Carlos never. This did not bring any animosity - we both know that success for either of us is magnified a million times if it is shared by us both.

from 'A Diamond Guitar' by Truman Capote "Except that they did not combine their bodies or think to do so, though such things were not unknown at the (Prison), they were as lovers. Of the seasons, spring is the most shattering: stalks thrusting through the earth's winter-stiffened crust, young leaves cracking out on old left-to-die branches, the falling asleep wind cruising through all the newborn green. And with Mr Schaeffer it was the same, a breaking up, a flexing of muscles that had hardened. It was late January. The friends were sitting on the steps of the sheep house, each with a cigarette in his hand. A moon thin and yellow as a piece of lemon rind curved above them, and under its light, threads of ground frost glistened like silver snail trails. Tico Feo had been drawn into himself - silent as a robber waiting in the shadows."

Then a meet with Bounds Green's African prince outside whitechapel tube, rugged lookies at I in military attire & to a ruptured Albion rooms tidied in hours and now lids drawn heated on the eyes. A young looking fella has a crush on me.

Jackie/Camillia/Marie/Kate/Chris/V. churchill Jackie/Evelina/Jasmine/Sachi/Dalston/Sussie Sandra/Carlene/FP/Jay/Dalston/Kraut

There sat a young black man, perhaps in his early or middle twenties. He looked for all the world like the archetypal rude boy. Clean, cheap reebok, nike, adidas variously rolled, laced & zipped about his lean, spreadeagled body that hung loosely about the waiting room chair. Gold & tattoos adorned his person, and a blank animal look was attached to his clear face. He sat before me in a row of four empty chairs, staring at polished floor or the mundane television. A balding white man minced in & all perceptions were suddenly proven to be false as they embraced and snuggled up to each other, giggling & whispering & touching each others noses.... very much in love, fingers crossed for the blood tests.

[Image: an article from Gay Times of an interview with Peter. For some reason, the portrait included alongside the article is of Carl wearing a grey and black t-shirt.] Name? Peter Doherty Age? 22 Where are you? I'm on the motorway just north of Southampton. What kind of day are you having? (Vaguely) Erm... quite misty. Something's waiting around the corner, but there are no corners on the motorway, so we'll just have to wait and see what lies ahead. Maybe something will happen tonight.... What's this we hear about you once being a rent boy? Well, when times are hard, duty calls. How long ago was it? When I was 19, about three years ago. How do we know this isn't just a Shaun Ryder-type lie? 'Cause if it was, it would make me a complete scumbag and I'm not, and I'm not interested in that kind of pantomime. It wasn't a very happy time. I didn't really enjoy it. Why did you give it up? (grimly) Well, certain people disappeared... and anyway, ultimately I found myself no longer in such a vulnerable position anymore. Dawn broke, and I realised that it was a beautiful world after all. Have you done any other dodgy jobs? All of us in the band have tried to deal, but it's not good if you like the drugs too much. You just end up using them yourself! I once was a gravedigger. I used to do it with my mate in Willesden Green cemetery. We didn't actually do the digging, a machine did that, but we used to have to fill them in. It was pretty grim work. So are you gay then? Love is love, wherever it comes from. I'm not anything, really. I am a very sexual person but... I dunno, I believe in liberty... The Marquis de Sade has a lot to answer for... Do you get a lot of gay fans? Yeah - well, there's one guy in particular. He's very shy and he follows us around. He brings in letters and cards and stuff, but he's very quiet. I think John (the bassist) is the main pulling power in the band. Are you jealous about that? Nah! I've known him too long.

You know I'm alright i dont even care i like it when they stare & stare call me queer, dear oh dear a million things & what I wear He's real hard when he's with his mates but I'll saw him again & he was too late

Dear NME I'd have thought after the Gay Times piece, the interview with Rapture fanzine & our recent gig at the Slum Club everything would be clear. No it still remains to give a big hearty fuck off to all these twisted suburban types calling me a liar. Vulnerable young men & women all over the world find themselves victims of circumstance.

she was dressed in suit & tie & lightly etched-on moustache. 'I've always wanted to kiss a bird in the back of a taxi.' she says, running her hand up the fishnet ladders of my thigh. Stepping onto the front line in Bow puddles, elevators, buzzing doors,

[Image: the original page in the book has been preserved. Two paragraphs have been boxed off with biro. They read:] “...cast Richard Burton and Rex Harrison as bickering queer barbers and then much more uncompromisingly in William Friedkin's adaptation of The Boys in the Band (1970), which introduced some of the plainer four letter words in the English language to the screen for the first time. 'Who,' asks Cliff Gorman, in his brilliant portrayal of the most effeminate of the homosexual group as they gather for a soul-searching party, 'Who do you have to fuck to get a drink around here?' Other homosexual manifestations to occur in movies around this time included an elliptical but unmistakeable male fellatio scene in John Schlesinger's Midnight Cowboy (1969) when Jon Voight, as a broke and disillusioned Texas stud importunes in a New York cinema....”

[Image, top left: a blurry photo of John onstage, playing bass. Image, top right, sideways: a photo of the band onstage. Carl and John are on the left, sharing a mic. Peter is on the right, playing guitar and singing into his own mic. Image, centre left: a torn photo of Peter sitting in a chair, shirtless, playing guitar. Only his bottom half from the chest down is visible. Image, centre left: a torn photo of Peter sitting in a chair, shirtless, playing guitar. Only his top half from shoulders up is visible. Image, bottom left: a torn fragment of a photo. What looks like a denim-clad knee and a yellow carrier bag are visible. Image, bottom middle: a photo of someone's knee in torn jeans, taken from under a table. Image, bottom right: a torn photo of Carl in a black sleeveless shirt, posing with his fingers in his mouth.] [A paragraph from the original page of the book has been left exposed and boxed off with black biro. It reads:] “The Boys in the Band was displaced by an immeasurably more powerful portrayal of homosexual groups, Fortune and Men's Eyes (1971). Set in a Quebec prison, this disturbing, factually based drama vividly recounted the corrupted of a heterosexual convict trapped in a tough, potentially vicious homosexual society. In one horrifying scene, a weak, put-upon prisoner is gang-banged by his fellow inmates; in another, the 'hero' is blackmailed by his cellmate into accepting him as his lover for the duration...”

Like a cat on a hot tin roof Like a macho man in a roomful of poofs I have tried in my way to be free.

[Written in Peter's handwriting] Jerome... is that how it's spelt? [Written in someone else's handwriting] Yes it is [Written in Peter's handwriting] Can I read you something? [Written in someone else's handwriting] Yes please.....

I insist, new book of Albion, befuddled by drugs I may yes about 2 but I do not miss out entirely on the subtleties of the inhuman relation ships that are this the mainstay of my stay here in one bounce of a loaf. Boys are fooled into fooling with boys. [...]

More general references/some extra explanations:

“The boy looked at Johnny” is a line from Patti Smith's song “Horses,” part one of a three-part song called “Land.” In the song, a young man named Johnny is assaulted by another man in a locker room; he then mentally journeys to other fantastical lands and visions. A lot of people interpret it as being about gay sex, although some people interpret it as being about a stabbing.

Peter quotes and references Jean Genet's writing and works about Jean Genet many times. While Genet's works are nearly all about crime and prison (one of Peter's main interests and points of fascination), all of his works are very explicitly gay. The Thief's Journal is more about Genet's various lovers than it is about his criminal history. Our Lady Of The Flowers is about a drag queen and her criminal lovers, and is also extremely erotic.

(“Jerome” is Jerome Alexandre, vocalist of The Deadcuts, who was friends with Peter and Mark Keds.)

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avengerswriter4eva · 2 years

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1. Prologue

May, 2010.

I snapped the keypad on my Blackberry shut, sighing as I checked my messages for the 20th time in the last five minutes. She wasn't answering me. I squeezed my eyes shut, pinching the bridge of my nose before sliding the keypad open again and pulling up my contact list. I clicked on the name and watched the curser blinking in front of me.

Natalie: I'll be home by 6

Me: It's 7:30, where are you?

Me: Natalie?

Me: Rushman, answer the phone.

I sighed and clicked the phone closed again, reaching for the remote control for the television instead. I flipped on the news just in time to see a press conference discussing the Stark birthday party that was apparently happening this evening. Wait, Stark? Tony Stark? The nimrod my girlfriend was working for? I rolled my eyes, grabbing my phone, my wallet and snatching the keys off of the entryway table as I slammed the door shut behind me, my hands shaking too much out of anger to be able to lock the door on the first attempt. Or the second. Or the..fuck you, this is my story.

I knew I probably shouldn't drive angry, but I couldn't help it. I veered on the interstate towards Malibu. If my girlfriend was at that party instead of at home eating the meal I prepared for our one-year anniversary, there was going to be hell to pay. Natalia was gorgeous but intimidating. I had my sights on Stark. He kept her late a lot, she seemed to be away from home more than she was there at this point. I couldn't remember the last time we had a meal together or went to bed at the same time. I had a job, too, and I still tried to make time for her. I pulled up to the house, fearful momentarily that I would need some kind of invitation, but I didn't have to worry. A valet smoothly opened my driver's side door and offered me a hand to help me out of the sleek, black, corvette. I rolled my eyes, handing him a twenty instead. I followed the crowd to the stairs outside the main doorway – it looked like the party was in the basement, but who could tell in a house this size? I made my way to the bottom of the staircase just in time to see something that I immediately wanted to remove from my brain. My girlfriend. In a tight, stunning yet inappropriate animal-print dress. Tony's arm was around her waist and – was the fucking wearing the iron man hand? And firing it? She glanced across the room and locked eyes with me. Her green eyes widened and she immediately removed the hand, shoving it into Tony's chest, excusing herself and coming my direction. Nope. Not today, miss hottie. Your tricks weren't going to work on me again. Not another apology, covered with kisses, smiles and suggestive whispers. Not another promise that tomorrow would be different, or that she would make the effort.

"Parker," her voice was even raspier than normal. I paused on the stairs but didn't turn around. "Parker, look at me. Please." I turned slowly, resting my hand on the railing. Since my eyes were on the floor, it took awhile for them to make their way up to her face.

"You'll give yourself wrinkles, frowning like that," I murmured. Natalie frowned deeper, shaking her head.

"Parker, I..." I shook my head and swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat, threatening to choke me.

"Natalie, don't." She stopped talking, her plump red lips pursing together as she recognized the futility of anything she was planning on saying. I cleared my throat. "I can't do this anymore, Rushman." She took a step forward, and I took a corresponding step backwards. I reached behind my neck, unclasping the delicate silver arrow necklace that she had given me on our sixth month anniversary, choking back a sob. I handed it to her, flinching involuntarily when our fingertips touched. She swallowed hard, looking down at the necklace in her palm. She reached for hers – a red hourglass necklace that I caught her eyeing in the store one day. "Keep it." Now my voice sounded almost like hers. Natasha nodded, moving her hand away from her neck, looking up at me.

"So that's it?" I watched her rub her lips together, waiting patiently for an answer.

"I guess so." I turned back towards the exit, moving a few steps higher before her voice stopped me again.

"Parker?" once again, I didn't turn around. She didn't continue until I finally sighed and turned to look at her for the last time. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. "I really am sorry." For the first time this evening, I caught myself almost smiling.

"I know."

I tapped my foot on the ground outside as I waited for the valet to return my corvette. I paused one last time, looking back at the house behind me as if reminding myself what I was clearly less important than to the first person I had ever truly loved. I finally slid behind the wheel as the valet closed the door behind me, thanking me for his second twenty-dollar tip. I made my way down the PCH, willing the tears to evaporate before they blinded me on this very narrow, winding, road. It turns out, I didn't have to worry about the tears. I did have to worry about the tanker truck that was skidding out of control on the slick patch of pavement in front of me. I remember ironically admiring the view as the front tires of my car teetered over the edge of the steep embankment, leading down to the water. Then everything went black.

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abloomntime · 3 years

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A Bloom In Time Ch14 Subcon’s State

(All the things in the Sucon Forest are shown in the video above and if you want to see them just skim through the video here. This is also going on my headcannon that all the ruins and houses were remains of the town near Vanessa's manor. Skip to 27:14 in the video for the fountain, 30:37 for the town hall(A.K.A where the giant shattered time piece was), and 31:30 for the old cafe area. These are just my headcannons tho that they're the remains of the original village from the Subcon storybook. The giant grave stone can be seen at 26:14.)

The video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68p19wzt2OM&list=LL&index=11&t=0s

"Back to the ship?"

Poppy had questioned the little girl who happily pulled her along and nodded with a hum to her question. Snatcher had told her to take Poppy back to the ship and Bow didn't want to make the ghost any more cranky than he seemed, Hattie trotted behind to catch up to the two girls as Bow continued to happily walk happily holding her hand like the responsible child she was. Poppy however was not very enthusiastic about being teleported AGAIN to the ship, but luckily Hattie had the most brilliant of brilliant ideas for space travel with a grown up. Which is why she was so proud when she grabbed Poppy's hand and started to lead her over to a small clearing in front of them. The thick fog in Snatcher's Forest is kinda tricky but there was the Subcon Village that provided a strong signal from their umbrellas to one of her telescopes. All she had to do was for both of them to hold onto Poppy and with their combined power they should be able to- Both kids stopped when Poppy stopped at the very edge of the long, black thorn vine that lead to the infamous ghost's home and suddenly stared straight ahead. Any subconite or dweller that wasn't scared off by Snatcher's yelling to go back to their posts was still staring in their direction.

".....Ms. Poppy?," Hattie asked quietly tugging on her still semi soaked dress. "Do you need help getting down? It's ok. We can help you."

She didn't respond and instead still stared straight ahead in front of them at the dirt path that lead to and from Snatcher's tree. The old metal fencing(or what was left of it) on either side of the road creaked with tiny groans as the wind blew, pushing around a little bit of her hair and clothes around. Some of the leaves on the dead trees rustled along with it and a few orange-red ones fell and wobbled past her towards the ground- She jumped when a pair of his minions giggled mischief like and ran down the dirt road. Their child like laughter echoing throughout the forest and into the fog as they soon disappeared from sight somewhere beyond the foggy path. A leaf suddenly fell on her face blocking her view from the weird world for a moment and instead welcoming her to a new brighter one from her memory. Of people with their horses and wagons with goods, or just plain walking down the road minding they're own business. She'd often take this road back and forth with suppilies to her stand and small house outside of town, two little children would always run up and down the road wearing those goofy play masks back and forth. Right by the entrance to the town where there was a gigantic tree planted by the founder of the town himself to grow along with the town itself. Quite poetic. It was the biggest tree she had ever seen, and admired the oak in all it's glory-

As soon as the memory of smiling people, and beautiful greenery came it went as Poppy scrambled at her face to push the leaf off. Blue eyes blinking and lungs panting as she once again was faced with the sight of the gloomy haunted forest before her and the two little girls who were confused and slightly worried staring up at her still. The reality and memory hitting her so hard that Poppy nearly fell off the giant thorn and would've fallen on her face if the two girls hadn't grabbed onto the back of her dress and pulled her back to her feet thankfully. She wobbled a little but stood straight up again and blinked. Looking around back at the tree home of the ghost and blinking at it....before her head turned towards around the tree and in a different direction from the fence surrounding it.

"Ms. Poppy. Be careful!"........When neither children got a response from her they gave each other looks before Bow gently tugged on her dress to get her attention. "Ms Poppy, are you ok?"

"....I know this place." She looked down in thought for a moment hand shaking before pointng in the direction of Snatcher's home. "T-The Great Oak was here! W-Which means in that direction would be-..."

She pointed into the forest and both girls looked in that direction still confused, but neither had time to react before the older lady suddenly moved along the giant thorn vine connected to the tree and jumped off it. An adreneline rush to her body as she ran around the home and towards the other side of it. The girls yelped and ran after her as she started off to who knows where. Unfortunately it didn't stop her from running up to the wooden fence near it and hopping over the posts.

"Uh...Boss?" One of the minions tapped at his tail making the giant ghost hum and turn his head around. The minion nervously pointed towards the home and his yellow eyes looked in that direction just in time to see two little figures jumping the wooden fence before disappearing into the woods east of the home and he instantly scowled.

"What the peck are they doing now?"

The woods of dead trees and fog meant nothing to her anymore as she hoped the fence and began running in the direction that felt so familiar to her. The girls right on her tail calling out for her to come back, but the rush of knowing this was-...It HAD to have been here once. The old dirt path was no where in sight as she ran but that didn't stop her heart from pumping as she did so. She barely even noticed more of those colorful worm ghosts floating around or the occasional minion peeping surprised to see her if they haven't seen her already from the small meeting at Snatcher's home. Finally stopping, she heaved as she looked around the forested area, hands coming up to push messy, dirty red hair from her face for better veiwing. The gloomy purple aura and the dead trees gave her no familiar feeling at all and now..... The pale woman dropped her arms seeing nothing but dead cursed woods around her. The girls finally catching up and stopping next to her annoyed.

Hattie being the first to grab at her dress again. "Hey! Have you gone bananas!? I'm already in big trouble for dropping you! Snatcher's going to be more grumpy now!"

"I-...It was here!" Poppy looked down at the ground and let go of her bangs that flopped back into place, as she stomped. "It was RIGHT here!"

"What was?," Bow asked confused.

But Poppy just started forward again looking around at the grey-green grass and started walking forward again, looking....SEARCHING for something unfamiliar to the children trailing behind her looking worried and confused as to what exactly she was doing but she knew what she was looking for....And a small gasp escaped her when she saw it. Or more like the beginnings of it. Shuffling her feet around in the dirt she finally saw the beginnings of flat, worn out stone that wouldn't be noticed by anyone if you weren't looking for it specifically. The thousand years were not kind to whatever structure was left here, but she knew what it was. The start where the now long gone dirt road would've turned into cobblestone leading into the village ...Which meant that..Poppy's eyes widened and she started forward again and this time keeping her eyes down and tapping her feet along as she walked revealing more and more flat rocks hidden under moss, grass, and dirt from years and years of wild life taking over. The girls following behind seeming to understand now that the path was starting to have a little more give way and more bricks were starting to show through the dirt until an old ancient pathway finally gave way to only a few cobblestones at a time here and there and the three of them were walking along what looked like a stone path long forgotten and slowly being chipped away by the elements...Which was EXACTLY what poppy was looking for. Her eyes widened in wonder as she know walked clearly on the path, staring down at the cracked and badly worn n uneven cobblestones with grass poking out from all the cracks. If she remembered right, this path lead to the center of town. And around that was all kinds of houses and mini pathways between them.

"Where are we going?," Bow asked still following behind the older woman and looking to Hattie who shrugged.

"The town's square!,'' she replied the child almost excited as she finally looked up from the road.....And stopped. The girls stopping by her heels and looking at her as she stared straight ahead before looking there too. Before them was an old archway that looked like it was the beginning of some ruins of some ancient civilization. In the slightly foggy surroundings she could see more and more half stone remains, black against the grey and purple. Now getting a look at her new surroundings away from the foggy swamp area, she could clearly see MORE of those many dead trees and gigantic black thorn vines everywhere. Above the archway was two pillars with those beautiful statues of winged people she knew the lovely town had, but these statues didn't even have any heads, giving them a much more menacing appearance. Right behind the archway was the actual road. Still very very broken, but it was more intack than the path she had been following, and beyond she could faintly see more ruins with stone remains of buildings. She still stood there as a breeze took through again moving what hair and parts of her dress wasn't still damps making her shiver. But the two girls didn't seem fazed at all being there before and looking around at the forest surrounding them, utterly confused as to what they were supposed to be looking at exactly but when Poppy slowly began to move forward again they blinked in surprise but followed her none the less as she neared the archway. It loomed over her the closer she approuched it and her body sucked in a breath she didn't know she needed when the shadow of the arch crossed over her slowly walking form. The beheaded statues glaring down at her silently as she passed, and stepped onto the path(or what was left of it and began forward. Hattie gave a scowl up to the behead statues as they passed, grip on her trusty umbrella becoming stronger as they passed just in case one of them decided to be a peckneck and chase them. She'd have to fend them off again if that happened. The stacked up old rotting houses and ruins of large stone buildings formed more and more as the further they walked in. Their footsteps echoing around them as they still walked, and Poppy looked around at all the old ruins of what once was houses. Bright, colorful houses and small businesses. All with happy people and their children running in and out all day wearing silly masks playing pretend while the parents and older folk ran the village as usual. The statues bringing joy with their smiling faces and having heads. As they went deeper, Poppy spotted some of the statues that still had heads thank goodness. So not all of them were in that state, but didn't notice Hattie glaring at any she passed until she froze. The end of the path laid ahead of them and ended right before some large stone ruins. Oh. Hattie recognized this place for sure. There was a time rift here she had to fix once and the place she met Timmy. The breeze still ever present blew a few leaves towards the ground where she was standing and Poppy watched as they blew passed her. Blue eyes lazily watching as they fluttered over towards a pretty strange sight that made her blink- "DAH!!" Something snagged the back of her dress as she began forward again and a quick turn of her head confirmed it to be both the girls yanking her back as if her life depended on it. "What in tarnation are you two doing?!"

Bow was the first to speak with a worried voice. "Please don't go that way!,'' she pleaded with big eyes, "The mean statue will get you!"

"What statue?"

Hattie pointed her umbrella at a headless statue that was right next to the path up ahead of them. "THAT statue! No head means it's dangerous! It's cursed and it's gonna chase you if you get too close!"

Poppy immediately looked to where the girl was pointing and stopped. Yes there was a headless statue right there a mere inches away from the path, but it was what was right BEHIND the statue that got her attention. One being that there was a magical blue, glowing cello in the middle of what looked like used to be stone floor, the roof and walls of the building already wasted away. Only leaving a few giant bricks. .....Giant oak walls suddenly clouded her mind. A small cozy place, where any one and everyone could go in and have a small break while reading away by the fireplace-

"OOF!!" Both girls fell flat on their stomachs as she once again rushed forward, forgetting about the small children behind her for a moment in favor of running the rest of the way down the path and making a break for the faint glow of magical blue cello's and a burning fireplace. "HEY!! THAT WASN'T COOL!!" Hattie's shouting did nothing as the two got up and ran after her again more annoyed. Passing the statue, Hattie gave a stink eye at and one of her famous raspberries as it thankfully remained unmoving there as it should be if it didn't want to face her umbrella's wrath! She was grumpy enough as it was as she caught up with Bow and Poppy finally who was currently staring in wonder at the glowing blue cello, right next to the glowing Blue table and chairs. As if she was seeing another ghost.

....Poppy's eyes widened in wonder before the older woman, against her better nature, reached a shaking hand out and place in right onto the table, letting out a small gasp when her hand didn't go through. She was expecting to go right through the ghostly looking thing but didn't. It felt cool like an almost ice cube. "W-What is this?...Wait a minute." She suddenly snapped behind her at the old fireplace who for some reason was burning with a regular orange fire. Next to it was a couple logs presumably for the fire, an old chest, a small pot with two old umbrellas, and some time of random painting on a tree right behind some of the old giant bricks. Where shiny oak walls used to be and her eyes widened. "This...The library!" Her eyes went back towards the direction of the statue. A shelf with old books, too worn out to ever read again laying there and a long destroyed grandfather clock no longer ticking. But it was clear as day as to where she was standing right now. Yes. The library was the first business down the west path of the Great Oak Tree when you first enter the village. It was a pretty small business but the village was pretty small so it makes sense. And that means next to it was the school house and a little ways from that was the town hall. She looked in the direction of the once cute and small stone school house. Nothing but a stone skeleton of pillars and a single rusty lanturn swinging in the breeze from above one of them. All gone.

"A library?," Hattie looked confused at her again like she sprouted a pair of antlers, "This is where Timmy likes to hang out. Hmm...Haven't seen him yet. I wonder where he is now?"

Poppy didn't pay attention to whomever 'Timmy' was, just pointed at the remains of the old building. "Yes it is...Or at least it was. T-This was a library. A-And that was a school house and over there-...." She stopped pointing in a direction the girls looked. Giant ruins of what was unboutedly large building remained surrounded by the remains of a metal fence around it as she silently stared at it for a good long silent moment. "....The town hall. The mayor lived there. A descendant of the founder you know."

"Hey! I know that place! I fixed a time rift there once!"

Poppy still didn't pay attention. Instead she looked down almost back the way they came but at an angle...There used to be another path here that branched off down the way there towards the village square where most of the homes were...and her stand. Without thinking she began walking in that direction. Mind almost blank and going on second nature. Not paying attention to anything the girls were saying now as she blankly walked and just walked. Past dead trees and their mossy branches. Past more ruins and cracked statues. More fog and more ghosts curiously watching as they walked by. The only thing her blank mind registered at the moment was the couple of graves she saw. The girls only getting more annoyed and confused as she kept on walking-

And walking.

And WALKING!!

The air around them had started to become slightly harder as they neared the burning constantly smoking part of the woods where they really shouldn't be. The embers lit up partially this part of the fog as she continued to walk. The smell of ash and burning plants filling the breeze. Until they all came across a different set of ruins the girls had also seen before. Poppy suddenly stopped....looking up at the large stone monument that was once proudly taken care of. Now only remained a said reminder of what once was, lit by a couple old lanturns on the ground near it's base and the burning woods a few yards away from them. At least the breezes were a little better than the cold ones now.

"The Founder's resting place," she mumbled before starting to walk again. Looking forward at the ruins that laid ahead of them. By now the girls gave each other a look before starting to walk behind her. By now a few curious subconites and dwellers had started gathering around and following curiously as the three walked on and on throughout the forest as Poppy still walked and walked. It wasn't long until they all found themselves in front of what was the town square. there was nothing left barely. A couple old ruins of the buildings that surrounded the giant grand fountain in the town square were gone minus some old ruins that were bourded up with rotting wooden planks, have rusty fencing, road all but gone, and some plants here and there. The once proud fountain itself all dried up and just sitting there like some poor excuse for a statue. Yet another headless statue standing in the middle of it. Once it had beautiful crystal clear water running all through it. Now it was nothing but a sorry waste of stone. "...What ever happened to this place?" She asked herself just loud enough for only her to hear, walking up towards the fountain as the two girls looked to each other and began talking again but her mind didn't register what. As she walked up to the fountain's remains cracked and belittled. .....And placing a hand on it. It was rough and cold as she expected and devoid of like. Running along all those cracks formed from years of weathering away and sighed. "He was right...I-It's all gone."

A small sniff came out followed by her closing her eyes to keep any tears inside and her body shook slightly. The Snatcher was right. The home she knew really wasn't here anymore and she would never be able to get it back...Unfortunately her grief prevented her from hearing the upcoming danger ahead. But Hattie sure saw it when the stone menace dropped from the top of the fountain with a thud and turned it's headless body towards Poppy as the little girl's eyes widened in horror.

"MISS POPPY RUN!!"

A shadow loomed over the woman and she looked behind her, blue eyes going small at the sight of the headless stone monster reaching towards her out of some nightmare. A shriek louder than anything they ever heard before tore through the forest as the red hair woman made a run for it in the opposite direction fear and adreniline pumping through her veins as she ran away from the terrible thing that gave chase to it's prey. The girls screaming something after them as they too gave chase after them. The absolute feeling of looming dread and fear fueled the horrofied woman as she ran through the woods as fast and as far as possible but one look over her shoulders gave her a tiny scream again when she realized it was still right behind her and grabbed at her with it's cold stone hand. Barely missing her hair with every grab. Turning back in front of her breathing heavily and making a sharp turn to try and shake it off. Slipping on a few leaves and falling to half a knee but managed to straighten back up and keep running but unfortunately didn't shake the statue. Running and breathing the cool air into her burning lungs from the amount of heavy breathing the adrenaline caused. Feet thumping against the ground to where she could hear her own footsteps, and the heavy footsteps of the stone monster behind her.

"LEAVE HER ALONE YOU PECK NECK REJECT!!!," Hattie shouted at the statue one hand on her hat and the other swinging the umbrella at the statue's heels.

"RUN MS POPPY!! DON'T LOOK BACK!!," Bow yelled unhelpfully behind them.

Poppy could only whimper as she still ran with fear of whatever that statue would do to her on her tail. What was she supposed to do?! She couldn't think straight right now with her mind so focused on running away and now dying.

"GRAB THE NOOSE?!"

"THE WHAT?!," her scared self screeched out not daring to look behind her.

Hattie pointed her umbrella ahead of them. "THE ROPE WITH THE SHINY BLUE ROCKS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!! GRAB IT QUICK!!"

In her panicked mind she looked for blue rope and her mind did see a rope with blue crystals jutting out from it attatched to a tree. She didn't recognize it as any noose in this state. Only the though that maybe she could climb it and get away crossed her mind. Which is why when she oh so desperately reached her hands out for it and eventually grabbed it, heart hammering against her ribcage, she shrieked again when the thing suddenly clamped down onto her wrist and up, up, up she went. The girls stopping on their heels and watching the grown woman dangle up in the middle of the air wriggling around like a worm on a hook before looking down and gasping from the height. Other hand immediately clamping around the rope spun around her wrist. She must've easily been twenty or more pecking feet above the ground.

"And up we go~," a deep voice cooed but she barely paid attention to it still gasping for air and staring at the ground in fear. The two children were standing a few yards away from the statue, Hattie glaring and Bow looking worried as it circled where Poppy was hanging a few times before changing direction and running a different way. They all watched as it ran back off towards the fountain area and once it disappeared within the ruins Poppy felt a small wave of relief wash over her. But just barely. She was still high up in the air!!! " Why hello there.~ You look....new around here.~" The same deep voiced cooed out which snapped her attention back up and around the area fear still present on her face. "You know." Blue crystals on the rope glowed like magic as the deep voice echoed out through the air. "I haven't seen a solid neck like yours for a long time.~"

......That was all it took. Another shriek cut through the air and soon enough she was thrashing and pulling at the thing like a mad man to let her go like a monster did catch her.

"Be careful now.~ I don't want to see you meet a miserable end anywhere.~ ....But with me.~ Take it easy my friend.~"

"LET ME GO!! SOMEONE GET ME THE PECK DOWN RIGHT NOW!! HELP ME!!"

"Calm down! We'll get you down promise!," Bow shouted up trying to calm down the raging woman clawing at her clutched hand despite the danger she was in.

The blue crystals were digging into her skin and scraping it. She was going to have one heck of a rope burn after this but she didn't care as long as she got away and to the safety of the ground below. Which would surely hurt but there was no PECKING way she was staying here like this! She wanted OUT of this nightmare fueled forest! To run and never look back! Nothing was here but bad things to hurt her and lost memories. Tears started to water in her eyes as Poppy's throat clenched and it was becoming hard to breath with that and her heart hammering and lungs forcing air past that clenched throat of her-

"Are you done?," a raspy voice asked her which made her completely stop and open her eyes to meet glowing yellow ones just a few inches away from her face. the giant ghost was scowling at her with crossed arms raising a brow at her situation before groaning and shaking his head. "I leave for less than a minute and you run off like an idiot in a dangerous forest where you can get hurt? Did you even listen to me at all?"

.....She choked and a couple tears fell down her cheeks. "I-Im sorry! Really I am! J-Just p-please help me!"

...Snatcher's face fell seeing her cry like that but sighed and uncrossed his arms to grab her. "Fine. But maybe now you'll listen." Her body was gently lifted into an almost bridal style as he lifted her up relieving most of the strain on her wrist as he glared down the noose. "Let her go before I burn you into nothing but ashes!"

Instantly like Magic, the grip on her wrist went away and she wretched her hand to her clutching it to her chest as she stared at the receeding rope. "I'm always here for you, Sir.~"

"Yeah. I'm sure you are." His gaze softened as he looked back to her. "Hey. Are you alright?" She didn't answer. Instead staring down to her wrist which had a mark where the rope dug into her tightly and a few scrapes like she suspected. Making him hum. "You'll be fine. Just put some ice on it and you'll be fine in a few hours."

"You can grab onto me whenever you'd like, as long as I get a glimpse of that neck of yours.~"

"PECK OFF!!" Snatcher yelled at the rope as Poppy curled in on herself and leaned more into his hold as he glared at the rope while sinking down towards the ground......Huh. Funny. Why did this situation feel familiar? Snatcher was looking at her with a soft expression as he lowered near the ground, dipping himself down once he got close enough to softly place the panting woman onto the soft ground making her flinch at the sudden action of solid under her body again. Then leaning back up to recross his arms as the girls ran on over to make sure she was ok. By now the small crowd of minions looked around at her having followed their leader over to her to watch the ruckus. "Well....I hope you're satisfied now from your little adventure."

.....The shaking woman weakly pointed back upwards. "That-...It-.....T-TALKING ROPE!! MOSTER STATUE!!.....NO HEAD!!"

...Snatcher looked over to the girls for an explaination and Bow pointed towards the fountain ruins. "The..statue chased her."

He groaned and reached up to punch the area on his face where a nose would've been if he still had one. "Out of all the stupid-...Fine. You know what?" He held up his claws. "It's fine. Let this be a teaching moment for all of you. And what have we learnt today?"

"...Uh....Keep Poppy away from statues?"

"No!...Well, yes. But it's actually keep away from dangerous cursed objects." His gaze went back to the woman still having a moment on the ground clutching her chest and staring up at him and sighed. "Now do you see? There's nothing left of your old home. But us." His claws gestured to the surrounding minions and himself. "We're all that's left and you should accept that's how it is now before you get hurt. Believe me the sooner you do the sooner everything starts to get better for you. Kids. Take her home now."

The girls didn't question the spook as he watched them struggle to get her on her wobbly legs and pushed towards an open clearing much better suited for a signal to the telescopes as Snatcher silently watched them take her away with a slightly soft frown. He knew all too well the panic and need to see for himself what was destroyed before he came to terms with anything right after his death.

"Hey, Boss?" One of the minions gave him a curious look. "Wasn't that a little harsh?"

"......No. The sooner she accepts things the better. Everyone back to your post. I have business to take care of."

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deepperplexity · 3 years

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Prompt: 21. Christmas Present

A/N: This is a continuation of prompt 18. Christmas Market ^^ Hope you'll enjoy it! :D

Setting: Hogwarts, Filch's quarters

Characters: Snape & Filch

Word count: 1513

Warnings: NONE

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Severus could barely contain himself as he walked through Hogwarts, Argus's gift in his hands and a smile across his thin lips. He hoped and begged that his gift would be received with joy by Argus. But he was nervous, so damn nervous his legs felt wobbly when he finally reached the door.

It took him a moment to gather himself enough to knock on the worn door. It opened within a short moment. And there was Argus. He looked clean and nice, he was wearing the waistcoat Severus had given him for his birthday last year. It looked nice on him and made Severus so incredibly happy to see.

"Merry Christmas," Severus said with a slight vibration to his voice and Argus smiled.

"Merry Christmas. Come in lad," he said as he stepped aside and Severus went in. The gift still clutched in his pale hands.

Argus's home at Hogwarts (well, his only home that is) was scarcely decorated but there was a little tree and beneath it laid three gifts. Severus sneaked over and saw two were addressed to him and one was for Mrs. Norris. His heart thumped a little harder as he placed his present with the others. He could not quite understand he had been so lucky as to befriend Argus in such a way. The man was disliked, no question, but he was gentle and kind to Severus. How it came about was a long story but Severus was happy it had happened.

Argus meandered over while he straightened his coat.

"We'll do the gifts in a minute lad," he said, "First we talk about what we hope for next year. A little tradition from my family." Severus nodded and they both walked over to the worn couch and Mrs. Norris happily joined them. A little red bow that matched her blood-red eyes tied around her neck. She easily jumped up and landed in Severus's lap, purring instantly as he stroked her back gently with the tips of his fingers.

"You start lad, what do you wish for next year?" Severus pondered the question for a minute but he really didn't need to.

"That the Marauders will stop bullying me for existing. And maybe, make a friend my own age who doesn't just tolerate me," Severus said as his cheeks took on a slight blush. Argus nodded. He understood Severus and didn't reprimand him for wanting so little out of life. He knew the boy had had a rough start and was still in a rough place. So he simply slapped his thighs and looked at him.

"I wish whoever keeps sticking gum to walls and floors will die a painful death so I don't have to scrape away anymore of that stuff. Merlin knows where that mouth has been," he grumbled out. Severus chuckled slightly.

"Oh mark my words laddie, when I find the culprit I'll hang him by his thumbs until he screams." Severus chuckled again as Argus had a wicked gleam to his eyes, as if he really hoped his wish would come true. It easily distracted him from his own problems and the relief was indeed welcome.

Sure, Argus was a dark and spiteful person. He was brutal and harsh. Much like Severus's own father. But Argus was very different. The man always had a reason, he never did anything not approved by the headmaster and he was at the core a gentle but misunderstood person who had been cast aside much like Severus himself. So the two got along splendidly.

"Let's hope both our wishes come true, lad." Severus nodded and Mrs. Norris jumped of his lap to saunter over to the trees where the gifts laid. As if she knew it was time.

"Very well girl, impatient as ever," Argus said with a smile that showed his yellowing teeth.

"But the boy first."

"No no, ladies first," Severus aid with a grin towards Mrs. Norris who sat by her present.

"Well lookie here girl, a gentleman," Argus said as he patted Severus's shoulder harshly but in a nice way.

Mrs. Norris played around with the little red mouse made of felt that scurried around the room, enchanted by a spell that only needed the cats attention to kick in. Severus and Argus looked at her as she jumped, spun and chased the little toy all over the floor. Obviously happy with her gift.

"Now you lad," Argus said and handed over the two gifts addresses to him. One from Argus himself and one from the cat. Severus opened the latter first and was met by a weird looking piece of fabric. He tilted his head in question.

"When you are older," Argus said with a soft voice, you can wear this. It's called a cra-vat, fancy word, I think I'm pronouncing it wrong but nonetheless. It goes around your neck. Rather fancy thing but I believe Mrs. Norris thought it might suit such a handsome boy as yourself lad," Argus grumbled and Severus smiled as his heart hammered.

"I believe it goes well with a frock coat," Argus continued, "And I believe you would look rather splendid in one of those fancy things." Severus held the fabric with gentle hands and nodded. One day he would wear it, he would wear a cravat and a frock coat, one day when he was older.

"Go on lad, open the other," Argus urged him and Severus did just that. Inside the box laid a brand new bag made of thick black leather with golden details. Severus gawked at the item as he was mesmerized by it. His hand gently touched the leather and a tiny wave of goosebumps travelled up his arm by the smoothness of it.

He looked towards Argus as his head filled with questions.

"Don't look so alarmed lad, I noticed your bag was falling apart. Can't have you dropping important school stuff," he said and Severus gave him a wide smile before he returned his gaze to the bag. He picked it up and inspected it. It had a multitude of pockets inside so he could organise all this things and there was enough space to carry at least five books in it. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. He couldn't wait to stuff it with all his school things and carry it with him to every class.

"Thank you so much," he whispered as his eyes watered a bit. Argus nodded and clapped his hands together before rubbing them against each other.

"Now, I believe there is one more present?" He said with a broad smile and Severus immediately ran over to the tree and got it. He didn't use magic infront of Argus, he saw enough of it outside his own home and Severus did not want to remind the man of what he did not have.

He handed over the gift wrapped in striped paper with green string around it. His heart hammered and his palms turned a little sweaty as his nerves were reaking havoc in him.

"Merry Christmas," he said as Argus grabbed the gift with his harsh hands covered in little scars. Argus ripped open the present and Mrs. Norris took command of the string that fell to the floor. As Argus lifted the lid of the box he froze in his movements. Not a word or expression on his face. He just blankly stared at the pocket watch made of silver with little to no details. Severus stomach tightened. It nearly hurt as worry set in. Perhaps he had not managed to buy a good gift after all?

"Lad..." Argus mumbled as he hesitantly picked up the pocket watch. Severus kept his eyes fixed on him as he inspected the watch with clear eyes.

"It is perfect," Argus said in a low voice before a smile broke out across his face and he held the pocket watch tighter, "Absolutely perfect, splendid my dear boy," he continued and the pain in Severus's stomach disappeared as it was replaced with warmth.

"You like it?" he asked with a low voice and Argus whipped his head around.

"I love it, lad," he said as he put the watch in place. Fastened in his waist coat and then placed in the little pocket that was truly only there for a pocket watch. Severus beamed at him and before he knew it Argus had taken him in a warm hug.

The man patted the boys back and thanked him for the wonderful gift as Severus did the same. More than happy with the gifts he had received. Mrs. Norris jumped up and squeezed herself in between them with a loud purr as the man and boy split apart.

"Thank you as well my lovely lady," Severus said with a smile as he scratched the cat under her chin. She tilted her head ever so slightly so he could reach better and as Severus looked up he saw Argus smiling down at the pocket watch he then held in his hand. It was the best Christmas they both had had so far.

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I hope you enjoyed this one! I really like Argus and Severus in a father/son-like relationship. It also as close friends. I can't exactly say why but I find them to fit with each other. Both when Severus is young and when he is older. ^^ And everyone deserves gifts at Christmas, even scruffy old Filch and Mrs. Norris <3

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atombombbagel · 4 years

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Sole goes AWOL and no one seems to know where they went. How would the companions (+ Maxson?) react to accidentally finding out that they have become the fierce Overboss of Nuka World? The angstier, the better!

(ANGST AHEAD) Hey. Thought I’d post because why not… Enjoy. Also I only did romanced companions because It’s been forever and I need some time to get back into things because I have the motivation of a dead fish :)

(I’ll try and add the other companions later)

Hours? Days? Months? Who knows. Nobody does apparently, they checked, double checked, triple checked. They had asked everybody who is anybody and nope, they hadn’t the foggiest idea, not the slightest clue. Sole was gone, and they couldn’t help but think the worst…

Cait: “I’m not using anymore ye asshole.” Cait snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. She’d been wandering about, walking off last nights hangover (the hangover she’d acquired by trying to drown out her negative thoughts about Sole’s whereabouts) when she’d been approached by an old friend. No. Not a friend, an old dealer she knew.

"Well… you see, Cait, I told the boss I had the perfect person to do deals out here in the good old commonwealth and you wouldn’t want to let an old buddy down now would you?“ The man in worn slacks snickered. "I know you, Cait, you can’t refuse a good deal… a good high.” The raider twirled a psycho in his hand.

"Did ye even hear me? I said I aint usin’ and I definitely aint dealin’ for a waste a space like you. Now ye better piss off before I knock yer feckin’ teeth out.“ Cait seethed, the arrogance of her former dealer making her blood boil.

"Is this her?” A voice from the distance said. Cait’s eyes flicked to the person making their way out from behind a decrepit shack. She raised her eyebrows as she focused on the face in front of her. A face she knew all too well.

"Sole?“ She said in surprise, "What the hell are ye doin’ messing around with this eejit?” She raised her voice. Sole stepped forward, knocking the dealer in the chest with their fist.

"This is who you have for me? You numbskull, get out of my sight.“ Sole shoved the man aside. "Cait.” Sole turned to their former companion. “Long time no see.” They smiled at the red head.

“You. Yer the Overboss? Tha one terrorising the Commonwealth with yer gang of thugs?“ Cait pulled a psycho from her pocket. "Ye left me this. Do ye have any idea what ye could of undone?” Cait threw the drug to Sole’s feet. “I can’t believe ye’d do this. I thought… Nevermind what I thought.” Cait sighed. “Stay away from me."

"I got pulled into it. I didn’t know you were the person-”

"Save yer bullshit for someone who cares. After what ye saw me going through? Ye’d what? Inflict that hell on someone else by selling the damn stuff? Yer an ass. I want nothing to do with ye.“

"It’s only business, I never meant…” Sole tried to convince her but Cait had already turned away. The feeling in her heart worse than any withdrawal she’d ever felt.

Curie: Curie followed the beeping on her radio to the location she was pretty sure was being transmitted. The distress call. The person who needed medical assistance should be right here. But… they weren’t.

“Fresh meat!"

All of a sudden, Curie’s vision went black, she tried to scream but she couldn’t, her voice was trapped in the back of her throat. She was terrified. She passed out she was sure of it, only her vision came back to her as a burlap sack was lifted from her head.

"Looky here Boss. It works.” A raider said (referring to the trap he had set up and planned despite everyone being sceptical about it). Curie’s eyes met her long lost Companions. Soles. She sighed with relief.

“You’re alive!” She beamed, “I heard a distress call, coming right from here.” Curie explained. “I’ve been trying to help people all over in your absence until I found you of course. Where is the person who needs help?” Curie asked, observing the area carefully. She’d seen similar camps back in the Commonwealth but nothing of this capacity. There must have been hundreds of raiders. She grimaced at the sight of a pile of stacked dead bodies, naked, left there to rot, while a group of raiders rummaged through their clothes and belongings. It didn’t seem like Sole to like this sort of brutality, but maybe she didn’t know Sole as well as she thought she did.

“There is no distress call.” Sole said plainly, crossing their arms over their chest. She nodded for one of the raiders to come over to them. “You don’t harm her. You and whats-his face,” Sole paused, “You know… Mason’s right hand. You both, take her home and make sure she gets there safe. Not a single hair on her head gets touched, understand?” Sole’s eyes pierced into the raiders. He was clearly scared of them. He nodded.

“No distress call? But I heard-"

"It was a trap Curie. You need to go home. It isn’t safe here. I care about you too much to let this corrupt you,” Sole interrupted. “I know you don’t understand but trust me. They need you back home, you need to forget about me."

Danse: "BOSS!” A Disciple, that was clearly out of the breath from the vigorous running she’d been doing called to Sole. The Overboss of Nuka-World turned to the raider. “We have someone you’d definitely want to see. The bounty on this one’s head. We’ve caught the best of the best!” She was giddy, excited. Sole creased their eyebrows as they followed her.

“Who is it?” Sole asked, observing the person in front of them, their eyes covered by an old rag. Sole didn’t see the point in covering their eyes if they were to die when handed to their pursuer anyway.

“Its the Paladin. The one the Brotherhood have been looking for. The one that got away. We’ll be rich!” Sole’s mouth dropped into a frown. It couldn’t be him… could it?

“Why did you bring him here?” The paladin’s ears perked up when he caught the sound of his capturers voice. That voice that he loved so much, that had pulled him back from the brink at the darkest of times. The voice of the person he never thought he’d see again.

“Sole?” He said in to blind darkness. He couldn’t see anything, but he knew, he knew deep down it was them. Where they finally back to hand him over to Maxson? Finally seeing him as what he truly was.

“Remove the blindfold you fool.” Sole said, their eyes meeting Danse’s when the cloth was finally removed.

“I thought you were dead.” He said after a brief moment of silence. He took a minute to look around at his surroundings. Of all places, he never expected Sole to be here, in this mess. “What are you doing? You’re smarter than this.

"Watch your mouth,” A raider snarled, holding a knife to Danse’s neck.

“Let him go.” Sole demanded, their eyes still fixed on Danse’s. “I had to get away from the Brotherhood, I found myself here. Its the same, only here I can make my own rules."

"These people are murderers Sole.” Danse met the other raiders eyes, he watched their scowling faces. They were ready to pounce but they couldn’t, Sole would never let them.

“So are the Brotherhood.”

“It’s different. They are doing the best for humanity, you’re killing mankind for financial gain. It’s despicable.” Sole smiled briefly. He always was honest. The most honest man they’d ever met.

“We won’t be turning him in, or killing him.” Sole announced. “Danse, find Preston. He’s in Sanctuary, he’ll let you stay there, for as long as you want."

"Come with me?” Danse asked, “You don'y belond here.” He wanted Sole to jump into his arms, wrap their arms around his neck and say yes but they stood there expressionless.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. Find Preston, he’ll help.” Sole swallowed the lump in their throat as they turned. They couldn’t face him as they left, it was too painful.

Hancock: The red coat wearing devil took a small step backwards, making sure that there was distance between him and the raider, who stood a few meters in front of him.

“You stick those nails in your armour to make you appear tuff huh big guy?” Hancock mocked, a smirk etched across his disfigured face.

“You’d better pay up Mister Mayor, or we’ll have to call the boss down here and well, they don’t appreciate it when someone don’t pay for the goods. You understand me?” A raider with bright green hair, stood next to her nail-armour friend. She snarled, making sure the light from the sun reflected on her recently sharpened blade. “Or perhaps we’ll get the pack on you.” She laughed before howling, causing the raider next to her to follow suit. Hancock raised a hairless brow.

“Aw come on now, we can handle this like men… or women… wait…” Nevertheless, Hancock stepped forward, his concealed knife dug deep into the green-haired woman’s gut. He pulled his knife out and thrust it back in, making sure to twist it. The woman groaned in pain. “Don’t even think about it,” Hancock hissed to the other one, making his threat quite clear to him.

“I think that is quite enough.” Hancock was approached by another raider in Brahmin road leathers, only it wasn’t a raider. It was Sole. The same Sole that had been missing for months, the same one he’d sent search parties out for, the same Sole he thought was dead.

“Well well… aint this a surprise.” Hancock cleaned his knife using a handkerchief he kept in the inside pocked of his red jacket. “Hanging with the big boys now huh? Or are you the big old bad boss of Nuka World?” He spat. “I didn’t think you were the muderin’ type.”

“I am the boss here Hancock and there is no murdering, but if I get double crossed well that is different.” Sole’s statement made him chuckle with disgust.

“You.” Hancock pointed his knife at Sole, “Are not who I thought you were.” He put his hand inside his pocket again, this time pulling out a bag of caps. “Here’s your fucking money.” He threw it to the ground, right at Sole’s feet. “Now we are square."

"It doesn’t have to be like this. You could join us, join me."

"You really think I want to become a petty murdering thug? You think I was to kill innocent people after stealing their shit? All that they have so you can what? Sit on your throne and boss ME around?” He chuckled. “I’ve got a town to run and you aint fucking welcome.” He shook his head. “I really thought you were different Sunshine.”

MacCready: “There must be some here somewhere.” MacCready muttered to himself as he rummaged around in various chests and bags of an old locker room he’d stumbled across. It was only till he heard a click of a gun he stood still.

"What do you think you’re doing in this part of town?“ A rough voice said, making MacCready turn around to face him. His eyes studied the man in front of him. Tall, lanky, not very built, hair was slicked back and around his waste was a belt made of… was that bullets? He looked back up, catching the man’s steady gaze.

"The boss aint gonna like this, but if you empty your pockets, they don’t have to know you was trespassing on their property.” The man flashed his teeth with a menacing smile.

"I don’t think so.“ MacCready replied standing his ground, ready to aim his rifle. He knew he’d be quicker, but the image of his infant son flashed in his mind. Duncan. He couldn’t do anything rash. "Take me to your boss.” He decided, gripping the leather strap across his shoulder. The raider shrugged before motioning MacCready to follow him.

The room was dark-ish, lit up by a single lamp, shaped like a cola bottle. Only it had a face, which MacCready thought was weird and a little creepy.

"This is the guy that was snooping around in the locker room boss. A thief if you ask me. We should throw him to the dogs.“ He snickered, shoving MacCready forward. It was only then did MacCready catch a glimpse of the person sitting in the chair besides the cola shaped lamp. A smile stretched across their lips.

"If it isn’t the greatest sniper in all the Commonwealth.” MacCready recognised their voice instantly.

"Sole?“ He questioned, making out their features dimly lit by the shit lamp. "So this is what you’ve decided to do while you’ve been gone?” MacCready looked around, heads on spikes jutted out of the ground like some barbaric warning. Junk littered the ground, and in the distance he could discern two of Sole’s raiders roughing each other up. “I’m not one to judge, I’ve made numerous questionable choices too. To each his own.” He shrugged, clutching the leather strap holding his prized sniper, closer to his chest. He knew Sole, he knew they would never hurt him, yet he couldn’t help but feel unsettled by what they had become. He chuckled. “I ran with the gunners, they aint much different. Just be careful."

"Thanks Mac.” Sole said with a brief smile. “You don’t want to stay for a while?” They asked, cocking their head to the side. MacCready shook his head, rather quickly.

"I should get back to my son. Stay safe out here Sole.“ And with that MacCready left, not wanting to be around Sole when they lead a bloodthirsty pack of savage raiders. It wasn’t safe for him or his son.

Piper: The story was going to be so good! She was finally hot on the trail of this mysterious boss, the one who was ordering the takeover of the Commonwealth. Once this was all around Diamond City she’d be sold out of newspapers for sure. She’d finally be able to buy her sister that premium box of snack cakes, the ones only Deacon could get on his way back from Washington. A hefty price but her sister deserved it.

Piper hid against the side of a dilapidated building, crouching down as she tried to keep to the shadows. He held her pen tightly in her grip.

"Where’s the money you stole from me?” A voice snarled, the person behind it kicking a man in the stomach, before holding their gun up and cocking back the trigger. “I won’t hesitate, you know that, don’t you? And after you’re dead we know where your family lives.” The voice threatened. The man stumbled over his own words.

“Please don’t hurt them! I swear I don’t know where the money is! I didn’t take it!"

"Wrong answer.” The loud echo of the gunshot rang through Pipers ears, causing her to gasp without her even knowing it came from her mouth. The person she’d been spying on, the ‘Boss’, saw her. She gulped trying to hurry to her feet but she was grabbed by the bosses minions. They made their way over to where Piper was standing, stopping when they saw the familiar cap and coat of their old reporter friend.

“What are you doing here?” The Boss asked, their voice softer than it had been when shouting at the now dead s.o.b.

“Blue? Is that you?” Piper couldn’t believe her eyes. It couldn’t be them. She’d been assured that they were dead. She’d been told they’d been a victim of the Boss. The other reason she was chasing the story. “I thought you were dead.” She choked out, nearly sobbing at this point. Sole shook their head. Piper snapped back to her senses. “Please tell me you’re not the Overboss. Please tell me what I saw wasn’t what I saw.” Sole’s eyes met the ground. “What did you get yourself into?"

"Its me, I’m the Overboss and what you saw… You can’t tell anyone about it. Do you understand me, Piper?” Sole noticed the notepad in Piper’s hand. “Give it to me.” Piper shook her head.

“You don’t scare me, Blue."

"No? I know where Nat is. I know what she looks like. She’s make a great protege. Or maybe I’ll just kill her.” Sole shrugged. “Your choice.” Piper’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“You wouldn’t. She’s a kid."

"Do you really want to find out?” Sole threatened and Piper looked down at the ground. She tossed her notepad to the ground.

“I can’t believe I ever trusted you. You’re a monster."

"No. I’m just the Overboss. And you better remember that."

Preston: Preston had been guarding the parameter to Sanctuary when he was grabbed, by heavily armed and armoured Raiders. He fought so hard to get them off but he couldn’t call for help. When he had managed to bite one of the raiders hands he had been knocked out with the butt of their pipe rifle.

Preston slowly opened his eyes, blinking as he let his eyes adjust to the light shining in them. He tried to lift his arm only to find that he had been tied to a chair by tightly wrapped leather belts. He groaned as the pain in his head finally hit him. Where was he?

"This is the guy we got. The one who’s in charge of that big place we were telling you about.” A smug raider, clearly proud of himself, said with a beaming smile, nudging their bosses arm. He winced as he was slapped across the face.

“Are you stupid?” Preston’s head snapped up as he heard that all familiar voice. He could not believe his eyes. What was Sole doing here? What was Sole doing surrounded by a bunch of disgusting vile people. “I said stay away from Sanctuary hills you idiot. Untie him. NOW.” Sole snapped, making the guy scurry forwards and quickly untie Preston’s bonds. “I’m so sorry about this.” Sole apologised as Preston stood up.

“How could you side with them?” Preston spat. Sole noticed the look of revulsion on his face. “You know what they are like. You know what they do to people and you’re here siding with them? After all we have built you’d throw it all away to be their ruler?” He looked down, shaking his head.

“Preston. I told them to stay away from the Minutemen. I would never hurt our people.”

“MY people. You turned your back on us the minute you joined forces with these… things.” He sighed, “I’ll never forgive you for this."

"Preston…” He pushed past Sole, tugging his arm away when Sole tried to reach for him. “Preston!” Sole called after him, but he was gone and he wouldn’t be turning back.

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day-en-las-nubes · 5 years

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Good Evening, Darling

**Adult Content**Blood**Ages 18+**

Leather jacket, wild red hair, huge blue eyes. She had gradually become a blur in the darkness of the outdoor cafe as I found my attention diverting to the tall, innocent, stunning boy that was sitting at the table directly behind her. The despair on his face, awakening me.

“I simply cannot stomach another vegetarian…gross!” My darling friend and partner’s voice hummed, my fangs protruding as I observed such cluelessness in a human...

...or was it heartbreak?

Sadness made their blood taste so indescribably superior; The remembrance of its flavor evoked past sensations, making my stomach stirred with anticipation.

It amused me to think that even after all these centuries they still couldn't see us coming.

“You keep going after hipsters, it is to be expected! ”My other best friend and companion Wynter pointed out.

“They are...simple. Sometimes I just want a quick meal.” Mia admitted indignantly.

“Uh-oh, she's got that look…”. Wynter focused her attention on me, assertively. Her vast, hazel eyes scanned my face while she lit a cigarette.

“Have you not been paying attention to a single word?” Mia asked me, crossing her arms. “What look?” She rolled her crystal-like eyes and sighed.

“I'm sorry, darling.” I ran my hand alongside her arm apologetically. “Check it out” I gestured with my chin to the beautiful boy I had been staring at most of the evening.

“We just fed last night, Danielle,” Wynter added following my gaze.

“Such a glutton…” Mia batted her impressively long eyelashes. Her demeanor a lot less irritated and slightly entertained.

“He looks quite delectable,” Wynter spoke inhumanly slow, the deepest craving within her face. Her pupils fixated predatorily and unflinchingly on him. The way her shoulders tensed up reminded me of how lethal she could be, despite her soft and feminine exterior.

I turned back to the human. He sat alone, his long legs relaxed. His expressive, green eyes aimed at the piece of paper he was holding. It looked like a letter of some kind. He bunched it up in his fists and pitched it across the metal table.

I could smell him from where I was sitting. He smelled sweet and decadent. His skin as smooth looking as velvet. My fangs were completely extended now, their razor-sharp edges sunk delightfully and painfully into my inner lip. Saliva pooled inside my mouth.

“Let's see what the fuss is all about.” Mia turned around grumpily, her expression freezing as her eyes met the object of my sudden and uncontrollable hunger. “Damn!” She blurted out, I noticed by the intense expression on her face that his presence took her off guard as much as it had me.

“Can we bring him home?” I inquired, placing my long-nailed fingers over my mouth as I spoke, concealing my blunt canines as well as my yearning. Even though the Cafe was scarce of people, there was always the ‘lookie-loo’ who could potentially pull out their cell phone and record us.

It had happened to Mia once, she had been caught with her fangs fully exposed. She played it off it as a body modification trend, but If her surveyor had been a Hunter, instead of a naive teen, things would have gone down much more different than they did.

Hunters could spot the difference from a mile away.

“He looks so lonely, his disappointment is almost palpable,” Mia said licking her wine-red lips. “It’d be entirely too easy.”

“Now hang on a second, my loves.” Wynter interjected.“We shouldn't be this careless, we've been seen here by several people already.” Her words made me snap from the trance I was in.

“What people?!” Mia protested, moving her hand side to side.

“There's that couple by the fountain...the servers…Should I go on?” Wynter explained.

“I understand this is not the usual way we go about it...but we can’t let him get away…not him.” I fiddled with my hair, forcing myself to look away from my unsuspecting prey.

“Can we at least stalk him, please?” I Intertwined my finger with Wynters, pleadingly.

Mia smiled mischievously, her gorgeous choppers glistened in the soft, golden light coming from the old fashioned lamps that hanged from the umbrella of our table. She did this every time she was bent on teasing Wynter.

“Do you want to get caught again?!” Wynter hissed at her, falling all too easily for it, as usual. “We can have him tomorrow night… I promise.” She assured. “I couldn't bear it if something happened to any of you.” She reached out to squeeze Mia’s hand as well as mine. Her voice maternal and soothing.

Wynter was right and we both knew it.

“He is leaving,” I told my friends. We all keenly watched him stand up and walk away.

“C'mon ladies, we’ve got work to do.” Mia eagerly announced. She slipped out of her chair swiftly and graciously.

We walked past his table, the piece of paper he had left behind caught my attention.

Wynter got ahead of me and grabbed it. She stretched it before her.

“I figured people didn't bother to write actual letters anymore.” She commented as her eyes glided through the page. “A breakup letter.” She added.

“Ouch!” Mia exclaimed amused. “That outta hurt, but we can certainly help him get out of his misery.” She let out a dark little chuckle.

“Good find, Danielle,” Wynter noted, throwing the letter in a nearby garbage can.

We followed him until he arrived at his apartment. New York city was perfect for night owls such as us. It made our lifestyle almost effortless most times.

We blended into the ever flooding crowds, like chameleons. We could afford to stay longer periods of time here also. In smaller cities, the aftermath of our survival would always become evident after only a few months.

We had settled here for almost two years now, and the Hunters didn't really seem to be after us.

We all stood across from his apartment building in the shadows. We watched him climb the stairs tiredly.

“Tomorrow night,” Wynter instructed.

“We will make it all better, my sweet, tender boy,” I whispered as we headed back to our house.

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“I can last a full minute.” Mia challenged, sticking the tip of her finger in the sliver of sunshine that sipped through our bedroom window. She winced as it caught fire.

Wynter walked into the room, her silky, black nightgown on. She distractedly braided her long, light brown hair.

“Before we all know it, you'll be walking in the sunlight once more!” I told Mia, giggling. She gave me a quick giddy look.

I remembered when we turned her almost two centuries ago. The lost look on her face, the desperation. She had come so far, embracing her new life like a champ.

“Don't encourage her!” Wynter reprimanded, even though a smile was emerging on the surface of her pink lips. She collapsed on our California King bed, next to me.

“Thank you.” I murmured in her ear. “If it weren't for you, I don't know what would've happened to us.” I kissed her rosy cheek.

Mia blew the tiny flame off the top of her finger, the burnt tip regenerated once it was away from the sun.

We liked to keep just enough natural light in our bedroom, hence the crack in our black curtains.

Mia laid back down beside me, she circled my abdomen with her arm. “Love you, bitches.” She yawned against my wavy, blonde hair.

“Love you too,” I told her but she was already asleep.

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The next night we were already at his apartment, Mia forced the door open with one small push. His apartment was messy, the aroma of stale beer and pot was impregnated in the air.

Wynter headed towards the tiny kitchen, she was wearing a flowy, white dress, her hair high in a bun. She sniffed around, wrinkling her nose.

“Give the poor guy a break, Wynter,” I muttered, upon noticing the unimpressed expression on her face. We had been together for so long that I could practically read her like a book.

“I met a William, once.” She recalled, picking up an old piece of mail from his overcrowded counter.

“Cool!” Mia belted out taking a peek outside his window. “He is coming up the stairs.” She affirmed.

“So, are we just pouncing on him once he is inside?” I suggested.

Both my best friends nodded in agreement. The smirk mirrored in their faces filled me with excitement.

We positioned ourselves behind the door. We had the ability to stay as still as statues, and so we did.

“Fucking great!” The poor soul cursed, noticing his broken doorknob as he entered.

We looked at each other, my friends' eyes were wide and prepared.

We waited until he closed the door behind him, it felt like forever. Our perception of time was so much different than that of mortals. It was as if his deliberate movements were in slow motion.

It had been a while since all three of us had this untamed urgency toward someone. Wynter closed her eyes. I could tell by the long sniff, that she was taking in the intoxicating smell that oozed out of him. Mia was about to jump him when he spun his head to us. He dropped his keys to the floor, completely frozen.

“Good evening, darling.” Mia greeted him, her intimidating grin fully spread across her face.

William took a step back, his jaw quivering ever so slightly, his full lips trying to come up with a response.

“Pleas-se, take anything you want,” he begged. His intuition was undoubtedly warning him about us. We could go almost unnoticed from afar, but only a couple of steps away, there was this uneasiness we evoked.

I remembered all too well, the night Wynter had fed on me, how terrifying she had turned out to be up close. I could see the same consuming panic reflected on Williams' eyes.

“I don't have anything left anyway.” William lowered his face, defeated. My hunger being replaced by a mixture of pity and infatuation.

“Are we doing this?” Mia asked, her voice almost mirroring my internal hesitation.

Wynter rushed towards him, she held his waist firmly and climb dexterously on his back. She parted her beautiful lips and sunk her impressive fangs into one side of his slim neck. It happened too fast for his human reflexes to react; he was already being drained.

Mia followed, her mouth encasing his wrist.

He didn't move, instead, he gave me the saddest of looks.

“I want him,” I said. “Please don't kill him.”

“We won't.” Wynter unglued her bloody mouth from his neck to answer. “Join us, dear,” she called.

I approached him until we were face-to-flawless-face. I placed each hand on the sides of his jaw and pulled him toward me. The taste of his lips surpassed even my wildest expectation. He tasted incredible. My tongue explored, greedily and passionately, taking in every sensation. My insides shuddered like never before.

My canines expanded, they sunk into the edge of his lips, his warm blood soaked my throat.

Our kind usually blocked the vestigial feelings that would often come when we fed on a person, but when I felt his pain I didn't have the will to ignore it. I became aware of his deepest secrets, his entire life flashed in my memory and I permitted it to play out.

I peered at him, his eyelids too weak to stay open. I made a tiny slit on my bottom lip with my teeth and kissed him again. My blood melded with his and flowed down his esophagus.

He melted lifelessly in our arms, so we placed him gently on the floor. Mia accommodated his head on her lap, Wynter combed his dark brown hair with her pale fingers.

I sat back, waiting for him to come to.

“Why is it taking this long?” I asked, unusually shaken.

“Did you absorbed his feelings?” Wynter looked up at me.

“That explains it,” Mia chortled.

“If he swallowed your blood, he will turn. It takes a minute sometimes,” Wynter explained, pacifying the stress inside my chest.

“He is truly breathtaking,” Mia mumbled, stroking his pronounced cheek.

“So much agony trapped inside just one soul,” Wynter remarked as she wiped a drop of drying blood off her chin.“He will be renewed soon enough.”

William’s eyes snapped open, his torso jerked straight up in an ungodly manner. Profoundly confused, he swayed his head side to side, watching us. His neck was still stained dark red, as was his wrist, and the corners of his mouth. He lifted his hand and situated it on the side of his neck where Wynter’s assault had taken place.

“You are not hurt, William.” I inched closer, settling next to him.

“We better give them some room. There's much to be explained,” Wynter declared, pulling Mia softly by the arm. “He won't need to feed for now, so take all the time you require,” she stated, before heading out the door.

“I don't remember…” William confessed once we were alone.

Our memories were often very blurry upon our second birth. Some said it made the process into becoming a creature-of-the-night much more tolerable.

“Your past life will come back to you gradually. In the meantime, you have a great deal to digest,” I disclosed, the hidden pun lost on him.

“Why are you smiling?” He raised my chin with his index finger. I shook my head, it was too soon to get to the gruesome details of our existence. “Who are you?”

“I'm just one girl in an ocean of other girls,” I responded as generally as I could.

“I feel... changed.” He was glowing with the power of his new immortality as he rose from the dingy floor. His splendor could almost jolt my heart into beating again.

“You are.” I stood in front of him, the traces of human pain completely vanished from his features.

The inexplicable joy that came from his new skin was overtaking him, even the blind could see the vibrancy emanating from his every pore.

He lifted me up in his arms spinning me around the room.

“I remember your lips,” he whispered, pressing me against his chest. I encircled his neck with my arms, my nails traced his abundant, glossy hair.

His lips fused erotically with mine. They made their way down my throat and into the edge of my blue dress.

Our kind didn’t get aroused often, blood usually fulfilled us in a total kind of way; the urge for sex was merely for fun and no longer for procreation.

It had been a while since I had felt so overwhelmingly turned on.

I lowered the straps of my dress, my round breast free and available for his touch.

He bent over to lay me on the floor, hurriedly relieving me of all my clothes.

“I've wanted you since the moment I saw you,” I told him as I admired his naked torso once his shirt had come off.

He leaned over and suctioned my nipples, his cold tongue unleashed chills throughout my body as he flicked it over my skin.

He grabbed my center with his enormous hand, his palm brushed my intimate bud as his fingers made their way inside.

I threw my head back, shifting underneath him as I felt myself getting more and more lost in the utmost pleasure.

William jumped backward all of a sudden, his canines fully exposed. He touched them, puncturing his finger accidentally.

“What is this?” He ran to the closest mirror.

“It is part of the person you've become.” I clung by his elbow. He examined them closely. “Let me show you how good it feels.” I turned his face away from the mirror.”Here, bite me.” I lifted my hand enticingly.

“Are you sure?” He looked me in the eye. I nodded reassuring him.

He lowered his mouth to my skin, his fangs disappearing on the surface of my arm.

His eyes rolled back in his head when his teeth were fully engaged. The rush of emotions utterly overtook us both.

He flipped me over and rammed himself inside of me, full force. He bit the top of my shoulder, a moan escaped from his throat. He pulled out, blood trickling down, then bit the side of my neck. His hips crashing against my round ass steadily.

He continued to bite me several more times, pushing me quickly and mercilessly over the edge. We, the undead, were known to go at it for hours, especially in a brand new state, like was William’s case.

He squeezed my waist as he found his earth-shattering release.

“I want more of this unbelievable sensation,” he breathed in my ear.

“We can help with that.” Mia offered from his door, Wynter next to her.

Their outfits landed on the floor as they got closer to us.

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vii2iion2fold · 5 years

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TT ii’m goiing two fuckiing kiill you. but al2o thank2 eheh

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?

around 5′10″ or 11″ would be niice.

2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)

ii 2ee you were careful two try and avoiid one2 ii had already an2wered but you mii22ed thii2 one dude. but that’2 faiir ii mean you’re only human after all. oh waiit.

9: Are you ticklish?

that’2 cla22iifiied iinformatiion.

10: Are you allergic to anything?

a few food2 but none of that matter2 becau2e none of iit ii2 a2 funny a2 the fact that ii’m allergiic two bee2. al2o ii eat all the food2 ii’m allergiic two anyway.

13: Are you a cat or dog person?

cat2 by far but dog2 can be cute.

15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?

not really. ii liike the game grump2 (criitiically uwu) and have recently been biingiing the fuck out of journey two the miicroco2mo2 but you won’t catch me calliing hank green my favoriite youtuber he ju2t happen2 two be the unfortunate ve22el that narrate2 iit.

16: How tall are you?

we’ll call iit 5′8″.

19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?

iit’2 about a 50/50.

23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?

nocturnal. ii already liike beiing awake at niight more and 2tay up pretty late 2o miight a2 well ju2t go all the way.

24: Favorite constellation?

you thiink ii’m 2ome 2ort of gaya22 who know2 anythiing about the con2tellatiion2 much le22 ha2 a favoriite? hydra.

25: Favorite star?

ca2tor. followed by pollux. diid you want a real an2wer here

27: Any phobias or fears?

clau2trophobiia and trypophobiia.

31: Do you get scared easily?

no not really.

32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?

not countiing all the goldfii2h becau2e who could keep track of that: 10

34: What is a color that calms you?

ii’m not 2ure there are any. not really out here lookiing at color2 two manage my emotiion2.

35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?

iit’d be niice two go back two tokyo 2ometiime but otherwii2e ii don’t really liike traveliing.

36: Where were you born?

caliiforniia. you tryiing two dox me?

37: What is your eye color?

blue /:€

38: Introvert or extrovert?

iintrovert could you iimagiine iif ii wa2 an extrovert.

39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?

already an2wered thii2 one two.

43: Any piercings you want?

ii’m pretty happy wiith my current 2et-up but ii have been con2iideriing a 2eptum, rever2e heliix, or tongue piierciing. leaniing mo2t toward2 2eptum.

44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?

fuck no ii got 15 piierciing2 and fiive tattoo2 out of pure 2piite becau2e ii hate them 2o much.

45: Do you smoke or have you ever done so?

ciig2 occa2iionally, weed plenty.

47: What is a sound you really hate?thii2 ii2 diiviing deep iintwo my elementary 2chool day2 but the 2ound of tho2e polye2ter lunchboxe2 2crapiing agaiin2t briick2 or concrete. liiterally make2 me want two diie.49: Can you do a backflip?

ii can’t 2iit up wiithout my vii2iion goiing fuzzy.

50: Can you do the splits?

almo2t actually.

51: Favorite actor and/or actress?

ii know le22 pop culture than a tube worm on a hydrothermal vent.

54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?

the 2ame color iit ii2 and ha2 been for the pa2t half a year. black.

55: When did you feel happiest?

ii can’t piinpoiint a 2peciifiic iin2tance becau2e ii don’t have a functiioniing memory but you can bet your a22 anytiime ii’m happy iit’2 wiith 2triider and/or KK.

56: Something that calms you down?

hug2, backrub2, and/or comfort from eiither of my boy2.

60: Do you believe in evolution?

ab2olutely.

61: What makes you unfollow a blog?

c’mon TT you’ve been doiing 2o well. ii already an2wered thii2 one.

62: What makes you follow a blog?

content ii’m lookiing for. that’2 pretty much iit.

64: Favorite animal(s):

ham2ter2, miice, rat2, pretty much all rodent2, cat2 of every type, and all aniimalcule2 eheh

65: Name three of your favorite blogs.

@dersed, @12-03-1995, and you ii gue22 /:€ no homo though.

66: Favorite emoticon:

😶, 😐, or 😑

67: Favorite meme:

ii ju2t forgot every meme two ever exii2t 2o get back two me on that one.

68: What is your MBTI personality type?

IINFP

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?

black t-2hiirt, black jean2, three chaiin wallet chaiin, doc marten2, magen daviid (though ii never take iit off), black leather wrii2t cuff.

72: Post a selfie or two?

2ure here ii’ll liink one two 2ave 2pace.

73: Do you have platform shoes?

only one paiir ii need 2o many more.

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?

god ii really do hate thii2 que2tiion. ii don’t fuckiing know. 2triider and ii u2ed two forge parkiing tiicket2. doe2 that count?

75: Can you do a front flip?

yeah ii can’t do a backfliip but ii can defiiniitely do a front fliip. for 2ure.

76: Do you like birds?

yeah they’re cool why not.

77: Do you like to swim?

ye2 already an2wered.

79: Something you wish didn’t exist:

your abiiliity two 2end me a2k2.

80: Some thing you wish did exist:

my abiiliity two not have two look at thii2 a2k anymore.

81: Piercings you have?

left ear: iindu2triial bar, two conche2, rook, four lobe piierciing2

riight ear: three lobe piierciing2

face: briidge, two eyebrow piierciing2

82: Something you really enjoy doing:

gamiing, watchiing 2hiit wiith 2triider, learniing about biiology.

83: Favorite person to talk to:

both 2triider and KK are equal2 here.

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?

“wow what a cool site to look at all the fun stuff i like! im 12 years old!”

85: How many followers do you have?

107

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

what are you, my PE teacher?

87: Do your socks always match?

half the tiime.

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?

ye2 and iit pii22e2 2triider off eheh

89: What are your birthstones?

alexandriite, pearl, and moon2tone.

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?

already an2wered.

92: A store you hate?

liimiited two/ju2tiice for what they diid two my naiive elementary 2chool wardrobe.

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?

ii don’t driink coffee that 2hiit’2 na2ty.

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?

read miind2 what the hell am ii gonna do up iin the aiir

95: Do you like to wear camo?

do ii look liike a miiliitary a22hole two you?

97: How long can you hold your breath for?

why the hell would ii know that

99: Someone you look up to:

2triider for 2ure.

100: A store you love?

>iimplyiing ii have money

#no ii won't 2top u2iing that 2ame piicture whenever ii'm a2ked for a 2elfiie eheh #weed ment #drugs ment #anyway your day2 are fuckiing numbered dude ii 2wear two god thii2 took me 2o fuckiing long two do.#lilhal9000 #a2k

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fanfic-from-a-67-impala · 5 years

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Grudges

Characters: Sam x reader, Mary, Castiel, Kipling

Word Count: 3406

Summary: Based on this imagine by @spn-imagines-nation (yes, I ran away with yet another one of your imagines. Sorry? They’re just... so inspiring?): Sam telling his mother that he is ready to do anything to save you, his lover, regardless of what she may think of you

Warnings: 14.01 spoilers! angst, canon-typical violence, probably too many characters, Mary positive (if you don't like it, don't read it!)

A/N: For @spnfanficpond‘s SPN Season 14 Weekly Episode Writing Challenge: Week Three! Prompt #3 is bolded. @mrswhozeewhatsis

“Got something!”

A voice rings through the buzzing war room from behind a computer screen.

“What do you got?” you ask, walking up behind one of the guys from the apocalypse world, who sits at the laptop.

In the corner of your eye, Sam looks over his shoulder, too, but keeps his distance from you. You can almost hear the tension in the space between you, alive and pulsing like a heartbeat.

“A surge of crop circles, cattle deaths, all in southern Michigan, near Detroit,” he says.

“Demons,” Mary muses from across the table.

You stay silent for a moment, waiting for someone to claim it. When no one does, you glance in Sam’s direction, accidentally meeting his eyes before looking away quickly.

“I’ll take it,” you say.

Instinctively, you pause a beat for Sam to offer to go with you, like he always does. Instead, he bites his lip and nods, returning to his place readying weapons at the map table.

Mary opens her mouth but closes it again, not looking up at you. She doesn’t trust you, but she would be glad to have you out of the bunker for a few days.

You didn’t get off to a great start with Mary. Your first interaction when she arrived at the bunker forced you into a standoff with her until Dean told you who she was. Shortly after, you were with the boys before they were captured and imprisoned for six weeks, although you suspect you blamed yourself more than she did.

And finally, you supported Dean’s decision to let Michael possess him.

She has every right to hold it against you—and so does Sam—so you don’t say anything. Instead, you pack a bag and start driving.

That was a week ago. Maybe longer. You lost track.

Now you sit slumped against the wall of a walk-in refrigerator, empty except for you, the power cut off. Only a square of light filters in from the small window on the door, illuminating a part of the concrete floor splattered with your blood.

There were more demons than you expected. A whole barful more.

For the first few days, you fought hard, and you fought dirty. You made clever, violent attempts to escape, leaving a few demons dead, but two more appeared with each kill, it seemed.

The door squeals open, letting light invade the room and sting your eyes.

The leader of the demons, who calls himself Kip, saunters in. You want to stand up and back into the opposite wall, to get as far from him as you can, but you don’t have the energy anymore.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head at your bruised, limp form.

You glare at him through a curtain of tangled hair.

“You could save yourself a lot of pain and just tell me what I need to know. I’ll settle for a phone number,” he says. “I won’t even kill you afterwards. What do you say?”

You say nothing.

He sighs. “You’re going to put us both through this yet again?”

When you only cross your arms in response, he turns his head to the side and blows a short whistle.

Two demons lumber through the door. One of them pulls you up by the shoulder and pushes you against the wall, battering the already sore back of your head into the metal. He holds you up with an arm across your chest.

Kip purses his lips at you, an entertained gleam in his eye. “Where can I find Sam and Dean Winchester?”

You only scoff at him.

The other demon turns to Kip, who nods, giving him permission.

He throws a punch into your jaw, spraying blood onto the wall beside you.

Hours pass. Fresh blood washes the dried red flakes away. New bruises form, turning yesterday’s green-ish ones into angry shades of violet again.

“You disappoint me more and more by the day, (Y/N),” Kip says. “I thought you’d be smarter than that.”

You groan, your head lolling to the side.

He snaps his fingers at the demons. “We’re done for today.”

The one holding you against the wall drops you without warning, sending you collapsing to the unforgiving concrete. They both follow Kip out the door.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early,” he calls over his shoulder.

He disappears around the corner, leaving the door ajar.

You try to right yourself and prop your back up against the wall, but your arms are too weak and your body is too tender to hold you up for even a second. Defeated, you sink to your aching side again.

“Ca…” The whispered plea dissipates into a weak cough, and you start again. “Cas?”

You call out with your mind, willing your every thought to the angel in the slight hope that one will reach him.

“Castiel?” you pant, stronger now. “Please, I need your help.”

You keep his name in your mind until you can’t keep your eyes open any longer.

Rough hands grip your arms and yank you off the ground, pulling you out of your slumber. You throw a punch, and it hits a demon’s face, causing him to stumble backward. The burst of energy, though, lives only as long as it takes you to realize where you are and how much your body aches.

Another demon restrains you, forcing you to face Kip. He wears a dark smile that gives you a terrible pit in your stomach.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he says. “Big day today. Got a surprise for you.”

You groan. What more could he possibly do to you?

“Oh, don’t look at me like I’m giving you a pop quiz. It’s a good surprise.”

The demon you punched glares at you, fully recovered, as he and the other one follow Kip outside, dragging you between them. You pass through a kitchen, its gleaming steel tables bare and its atmosphere quiet. After Kip strolls through a door at the other end of the room, they shove you through it.

“Lookie what I got for you,” Kip says.

Sam is always the first thing you see when you walk into a room, and this time is no exception. Although, when you see the horror on his face when his gaze meets your battered form, you almost wish you didn’t. He looks unharmed, though, like he arrived not long ago.

When you see Cas chained to a chair, the sight lights a spark in you. Dark bruises paint either of his eyes. Blood runs from his nose and from a cut on his cheek onto the collar of his white shirt.

With another surge of energy, you escape from the demons’ grasps and send your elbow into one’s teeth. The other grabs your shoulder. You whip toward him and thrust your knee up into his stomach.

You raise a fist to deliver another blow, but a hand seizes yours in the air and wrenches your wrist behind your back. You let out a pained yelp, watching three new demons surround you.

Castiel’s chains rattle softly as he tenses against them.

“(Y/N), I’m fine,” he says.

You consider fighting off the guards before thinking better of it. You’re injured, unarmed, and outnumbered, and those odds give you pause.

“Sorry about the bodyguards,” Kip says. “I know it puts a damper on the reunion, but you are, as they say, a flight risk.” He winks at you. “Can’t have you going anywhere. You understand.”

He roams over to Cas and points a finger at you.

“After all, I have you to thank for bringing—” he claps a hand on Cas’ shoulder— “this one to me.”

You cast a puzzled glance at Cas. Did he hear you?

“See, Castiel never got your message, but I did,” Kip continues. “That prayer thing—that was cute, by the way.”

He brushes off your questioning stare. “Door was open, I overheard. Don’t be too hard on yourself—easy mistake,” he explains. “From then, it was easy enough to get Sam here to show. Unlike you, the angel cooperated. Or rather, his cell phone did the talking. Which leads us to…”

He makes his way toward the front of the room, toward Sam.

“So, what do you say, darling?” he asks him. “Do we have a deal?”

Sam glances at you. If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t have noticed, but there’s a question in his eye, like he’s looking for confirmation of what he already knows you would say.

Quickly, imperceptibly, you shake your head.

“No,” Sam answers.

Kip draws back, surprised. “Are you sure? Because I know all sorts of things.”

“Yeah,” Sam scoffs. “So do I.”

“Like?”

The doors slam open with a crash. Mary and Bobby burst into the bar, armed with guns and blades, firing round after round at the group of demons.

The distraction allows you the opportunity to slip from your captors’ grip again.

“(Y/N)!” Sam shouts, tossing you an angel blade.

Barely grasping the hilt in the air, you take out the first demon easily, then the second. But as you pull the blade out of its chest, the third grabs your hair and slams your head onto the bartop. She pries the blade from your hand, wrestles you to the ground, and slams the blade down to your chest.

You twist and turn so that it misses your heart, piercing a hole through your right shoulder. The demon growls in frustration, but before she can try again, a force knocks her to the side.

You take gasping breaths, the blade still sticking out of your shoulder. Gritting your teeth, you grip the handle and pull it out with a cry.

In the corner of your eye, you see the demon’s body flash orange before toppling to the ground.

Mary stands over him, her own blade coated with red. She turns to you and offers a hand, which you take.

You can hear blood rushing to your head. You see three of Mary, and the room spins.

Movement over her shoulder snaps you out of it.

“Duck,” you say.

Her eyes go wide, and she drops to the side in time for you to jab your blade through the demon’s throat.

You ride with Cas in the backseat of Bobby’s truck, Mary riding shotgun. Sam stayed behind with Jack and Maggie to clean up the scene. You were only glad to get out of that place and into fresh air for the first time in days.

The adrenaline is wearing off, leaving your wounds throbbing. Cut upon bruise from day after day of torture litters your body. They all feel like pinches, though, overshadowed by the gaping, bleeding hole in your shoulder. Pain pounds through the injury, and every bump in the road tears another spurt of agony through you.

At one particularly jarring pothole, you hiss in surprise.

“Let me heal you,” Cas says.

You shake your head. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he insists, raising his hand to your head.

You catch his hand in the air and pull it back down. “Really, it’s okay. Will you please just work on getting yourself better?”

He doesn’t respond to this, only looks down at his lap, where his hand now rests.

The blood on his face has dried, but the stains on his white shirt have set. New bruises are forming at his jaw while the ones below his eyes darken.

“Cas, I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

He peers over at you with his brows furrowed.

“If I had known he was listening, I never would have… I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

“You couldn’t have known,” he says, almost without thinking.

You frown. “You could’ve gotten killed. You and Sam and everyone there today could’ve—”

“And we didn’t,” he interrupts. “We are all alive. And Kipling is dead. My only regret is that you didn’t reach out sooner.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you spend the rest of the ride in silence.

The bleeding has stopped by the time you reach the bunker. The cold air of the truck numbed the pain, but by the time you’ve reached the bathroom, it becomes almost unbearable again.

Sitting on the counter inches away from the mirror, you pull a length of fishing line through a needle, part of a makeshift first aid kit you stored in this room for nights like tonight.

Each stitch twinges painfully. Your arm complains with each movement, pounding, begging you to stop. You keep silent, but you can’t help the whimper that escapes you.

“(Y/N)?”

Mary’s voice calls softly from behind the door in a way you have never heard her address you before.

“I’ll be out in just a minute,” you say.

You expect her to walk away from the door, but she pauses. “Sh-should I get Sam?”

“No!” Your hand jerks with your answer, and you take a sharp gasp.

“Can I come in?”

When you don’t answer, the door cracks open, and she enters hesitantly. You don’t know why you thought the bloody scene would faze her, but it doesn’t. She’s a hunter, after all.

“May I?” She nods to the needle in your trembling hand.

Still too shocked to say anything, you hand it to her. You shut your eyes and brace yourself for the stinging pierce, but she has a better angle and makes quick work of the remaining stitches.

When she starts working on the back of your shoulder, you finally gather the nerve to speak again.

“You, uh, don’t have to do this,” you stumble. “So, why…”

She meets your eyes in the mirror, studying you for a moment, considering.

“The way he looked for you these past few days…” she trails off. “I know he cares for you. You must have been through a lot together.”

You nod. “We have.”

The words pull you back to memories of earlier times, simpler ones, with Sam before angels and alternate worlds and kings of Hell. Before you can help it, you laugh softly at the irony.

“What is it?” Mary asks.

“Sam and me,” you begin, “we bonded over our parents’ deaths.”

She catches your gaze in the mirror again with a look you can’t quite read. You think you may have overstepped, but her lips curl into a smile until she’s laughing with you.

When the bout comes to an end, her face grows somber again. “I’m sorry to hear about your family. How did they die?”

“The short version?” you say. “It was a demon attack.”

“And the long version?”

You bite your lip in hesitation.

“I’m sorry. That’s none of my business,” she apologizes.

“No, it’s okay. It’s just…” You turn away from her as you think of what to say. “It was Azazel. The yellow-eyed demon who…”

You feel her hands tense on the back of your shoulder only for a moment before continuing to press the needle through your skin.

“Were you one of the children—the ones he took—like Sam?” she asks.

“No, I’m nowhere near that fascinating,” you answer. “My parents were good friends with John. They hunted together sometimes, switched off watching the kids—us.” You smile at the images that rise in your mind, ones you haven’t thought of in a while. “When I was twenty-four, John had started to close in on the demon, and he asked my parents for help.”

She stares at you, as if waiting for you to confirm what she knows is the ending.

“It found them.” You can’t look back up at her, too afraid of the expression you’ll find, until you brighten your tone. “But then I started hunting with the boys on and off. Spent thirteen years with them and only got killed twice.”

Her eyes widen, but you hold out a hand.

“It sounds bad, but really it’s a damn miracle,” you assure her.

She joins you in another round of laughter. It’s lighter this time, more genuine. You like the way you sound together.

“I understand it now—the… animosity,” she says, finishing the last stitch. “I’d feel the same way if my family were killed for someone else’s revenge.”

You turn around to face her. Her eyes look sad, laced with guilt over something she didn’t do, and you realize you may have held her on the same charge.

“Well, I’ve given you a fair share of grudges to hold against me,” you admit. “It’s probably for the best. I don’t think you’re the only one who doesn’t want me here.”

She reaches out to place a hand on your good shoulder. “If I get a vote, I’m Team Stick Together.” She says it almost like a question and flashes you an inquiring glance.

You nod. “We’re good.”

By the time you’ve washed the blood and grime off you and changed into fresh clothes, the light to Sam’s room floods through the gap at the bottom of the door.

You run a hand down your face. Weeks have passed since you’ve really talked with him, and the prospect alone is exhausting.

Still, you find the courage to tap your knuckles against the door.

He doesn’t look surprised when he finds you on the other side. Neither of you say a word as he closes the door behind you and leads you to the edge of the bed. You sit side by side until anything seems better than silence.

“Long drive?” you ask.

He takes a deep breath. “Can we not do this? The small talk?”

“Okay.” You fold your hands over each other again and again in your lap.

“(Y/N), I…” he begins.

You dart your eyes up to him expectantly. His expression is so heavy it adds weight to your heart.

“I don’t have the words to tell you how sorry I am,” he says.

“Sam, you don’t need to,” you say. “I know. You didn’t see this coming. No one could have.”

“I should’ve known something like this would happen. He was after me,” he argues.

“If it wasn’t me, it could have been anyone else in this bunker.”

“Everyone else in this bunker isn’t you,” he says. “If things had gone just a little more sideways, I could’ve lost you.”

“Sam, I know that. I do. But our lives are full of close calls, and I’m here, in front of you, in one piece.” You reach out to take his hands in yours. “So, let’s not pretend that’s all this is about.”

His eyes snap up to meet yours, questioning.

“I hated the way we left things, too. And I never want that to happen to us again, not if we can avoid it.”

He nods. “Agreed.”

You swallow before continuing. “Pitting Michael against Lucifer in Dean's body—I thought it was the best idea at the time, and I still think it was. But I know you didn't.”

He turns his eyes down.

You breathe a deep sigh. “Look, it's been a rough week, but that doesn't mean I expect you to forgive me for backing Dean’s choice.”

Sam watches you while you speak, like he’s in deep consideration of what you say.

“I don't know if I'll ever be okay with watching my brother get taken over like that,” he says after a while. “I don't know if this is what was meant to happen. But I do know the Devil is dead. You're here, and Mom's here, Bobby, Jack. There's no other team I'd bet on to get Dean back here.”

“What are you saying?” you ask.

“I’m saying I love you, no matter what,” he says. “The rest, we can figure out in the morning. Let’s get a good night’s sleep and go from there.”

You nod. “I’d like that.”

He opens up the covers, ones you haven’t seen in too long, and the two of you slip into them. You fall into the natural motions you’ve grown accustomed to with him, grateful to be alive for another round, another sleep, another night wrapped lovingly, unconditionally in his arms.

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