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slxsherwriter · 5 months

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Write by the Moon

Fandom: The Gates, 31, A Good Day For It

Pairing: William Colcott x Selina (OC), Doom-Head x OFC, Norman Tyrus x OFC

Word Count: 6,416

Warnings: Demonic rituals, murder, killing

Author's note: This is part one of my reincarnation/soulmate AU fic featuring three Richard Brake characters. Not Beta read as always, so any mistakes are my own. This part will cover William and Selina. As his wife isn't alive in the movie, I decided to treat her as an OC. It is set up to show snippets of their life and the other parts will follow suit. Hope everyone enjoys.

The bar was busy, as it often was on a Saturday evening. Men and women, both reputable and dishonest, mingled about, sharing drink and food. Sheep in a herd, begging to be culled. William Colcott was that wolf in sheep's clothing. Setted at the bar, he was patiently biding his time, looking for the latest victim to satiate that spiraling darkness that resided within. The one that had been cultivated at a young age and had become an ever looming presence throughout his life. Long ago, he had learned that it was far better to give in and indulge in the need. It was what he was good at, even if no one seemed to suspect a thing. After all, the first kill had extinguished the idea of finding his soulmate. Who could be bound to a dark soul like his? Foolish ideas were given up, the mark on his chest ignored for years.

As he observed the room around him, however, that self-imposed denial came to a rushed end. A slow but steady warmth began to bloom. Deep within and across his skin. The sort that brought about a long forgotten sense of comfort. The sort that had briefly been had when he was a young child, sitting in his mother's lap, listening to her read him stories of King Arthur and the knights of the round table. Was it possible?

Fingers unconsciously tightened against the handle of his mug, breath stuttering as there was just a moment where he lost himself in the feeling. Indulging in what he had thought he would never be privileged to have. Reality came crashing back after a moment, William gaining his breath back and eyes now almost wildly darting around the room. Desperation never suited any inch of his life but that was what gripped his heart. She couldn't escape and she had to know that he was here. But where?

A grin, open and free, came to his features unconsciously when his eyes landed on her. Ah, there she was. Far too pretty to be a victim, though such things had hardly proven a matter of concern before that very moment. There didn't seem to be anyone that was accompanying her, leaving an opportunity for him to ensure that she knew right where she belonged. Taking a final pull of the mug, he set it down on the counter before picking his way through the crowd of bodies that now meant absolutely nothing to William.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked as he leaned down just a little bit, not wanting to shout over the voices of the others. When she looked up at him, he just knew that she felt it too. The way that her eyes dilated, the barely audible gasp that escaped her lips. The warmth only grew now that he was in such a close proximity. There was something else, though, something that he couldn't put his finger on as he looked at the woman. It took her no time to compose herself, though, as if the slip-up had never happened before she smiled at him.

"I supposed it is now." It was all the invitation that he needed, sliding right into the chair before anyone had the chance to interrupt them. His first thought this close up was that the color of her eyes couldn't quite be deciphered. They seemed to shift subtly each time the light hit them differently. He immediately waved over one of the barmaids to grab her attention. He allowed her to order first before getting himself a second drink. He might as well enjoy himself since this was where he was keeping himself until she was done with the evening.

To sort out the chaos that was ruling his mind in the moment was impossible. A million thoughts were flooding in all at once, leaving him unsure where to even begin.

"Perhaps we should start with the easy things before moving onto the elephant in the room." Her voice broke William out of his self-induced haze, and he chuckled softly.

"Forgive me," he said, "It seems that I am perhaps a little more ill-prepared than anticipated." The light sound of amusement couldn't be missed over the noise that surrounded them, even when it should have been drowned out. Hypervigilant to every reaction, that was what it was.

"Hardly something that can one can be faulted for. After all, it has turned into a rather unexpected evening, wouldn't you agree?"

"Unexpected but far more pleasant than I had hoped." Briefly, he wondered where her mark was. The thought that instantly followed was that if it was settled in a private location, he didn't want anyone else in the bar seeing it, knowing where it graced her body. That was for him and him alone. All in due time. They hadn't even exchanged names, but the tangible tension would see it's conclusion. There was no doubt in any ounce of his being. Holding out his hand for the woman, he decided that they needed to quickly remedy the first problem at hand. "The name's William." Never before had he desired to meet whatever expectations from an appraisal that another had given, but as her eyes trailed over his face, William wanted nothing more than to meet them for her.

"It's a pleasure, William," she offered in return, placing her hand in his. Bringing it to his lips before she could retract it, lips brushed over the knuckles. There was a hint of something burnt lingering on her skin. One that he couldn't place but hardly mattered. "Selina." Ah, a fitting name. However, it was not the only thing that he wished to learn about her.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Another laugh, and there was a lightness in his chest, as if it was easier to breathe, easier to simply exist by the sound alone. There wasn't any resentment for the way that she was making him feel. William knew that there were things that would have to be sorted out, that complications would arise once that darkness crept back in, but for now, he would embrace the light that she brought.

"Quite the charmer, aren't you? Drinks, compliments, if I didn't know better, I would say that you were looking to get me alone." Oh, she was almost perfect. He liked a little sass and feistiness in his women.

"Now, that just wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, would it? Hardly befitting the situation."

"Of course, silly me to think such things." He braced his elbows against the table and leaned in. The wood still separated them, but William wanted to close that gap. Needed to in all reality. The compulsion was far too strong to be overcome and ignored. The banter had eased his mind and loosened his tongue.

"A complaint wouldn't pass my lips if that was how the night were to end." In response, she leaned in. The action wasn't what was anticipated, but he rolled with it, taking it as a positive sign that they were falling onto the same page. "Does it feel the same for you? A pleasant warmth that you could sink into and never let go?" Curiosity got the better of him, and the question slipped. It was far more vulnerable and open than what the man was used to being, though he supposed that was something that would come with the territory of getting to not only know but have this woman as a constant in his life.

Plenty of people were open about the subject of soulmates. What was felt, what was thought, how their life seemed to switch around in unexpected but not unwelcome manners. William wouldn't give up his life's work or activities just for Selina. But something in his gut told him that he wouldn't have to abandon it all. Something that would be proven true or false with a further exploration.

"It's a softness," she started and William couldn't tear his attention away. The bar could have been burning around them and it wouldn't have mattered if she still spoke. "A gentle warmth that seems to emanate from my very soul itself. A warmth of comfort and safety." It seemed she had been just as taken if that honest answer was anything to do by and he was thrilled. Safety. That stuck in his mind like a spoke in mud. She would always be safe from him, from the darkness. Nor would anyone dare lay a hand on her.

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Selina had impressed the importance of this onto William several times over the last week. He was to be quiet and simply observe. If he spoke anything, he could risk the integrity of the ritual. Among other dangers. He took it seriously since she seemed so invested and dead set on making him understand, both the dangers and what she did.

Having never been a particularly religious man, William had at first thought that her insistence was cute but nothing more than superstition and foolish belief. Still, there was something in her being that drew him in, more than just the fact that they were soulmates. As if there was recognition of a darkness that matched his own.

What harm would it come to humor her and see what this was all about himself? William had finally agreed to watch a ritual, putting forward effort to understand this part of her life. It was incredibly important to her and a part that she hadn't wanted to keep hidden forever.

Standing in the corner of the room, he made sure that he was entirely out of the way as she settled a few more things at the table. Some herbs that weren't recognized, a candle that was halfway melted down already, an old copper bowl, and a knife. One that William could appreciate as the dimmed lights in the kitchen of their home caught the edge just right. There was a question that sat burning on the tip of his tongue, but he had sworn that he would remain silent until she gave the signal that it was okay to speak once more. Attention shifted off of the items that had been laid out to the woman herself. That something that he hadn't been able to fully understand hung heavier in the air, as if it was a physical presence in the room. Something besides just the two of them. A silly notion. But not one that he didn't so easily brush aside this time.

A further draw to her very being. Almost like he was seeing Selina for the first time all over again. A sense of awe that was so absent from every other aspect of his life. She settled at the table now that everything was laid out. Silence reigned for several long seconds. Patience was thin at the best of times, but he forced himself to not fidget or speak a word.

Then, after what felt like hours, Selina was finally moving once more. William watched as she moved with a practiced ease, the same sort that he had when he was out with a victim. It spoke of years going through the same motions, guided by muscles that had long ago memorized just how and when to move. Some of the herbs were placed into the bowl whole, others crushed, others burned. The candle was lit. Movements told him that she was letting the melted wax fall to the table in cruiated patterns before a small amount of wax was poured over the mixture before being placed carefully, deliberately to the left. William had to bite the inside of his cheek as he watched her bring the blade up. She wasn't going to do what he thought she was?

Her palm opened easily, cleanly. The knife was sharp. Yet, she didn't make a sound. His eyes never left the clenched fist as she held it over the bowl, though now, she was muttering something. Words that he either couldn't entirely make out or understand. William wasn't sure which it was at that very moment.

In seconds, none of that mattered. The temperature of the room dropped significantly and immediately. Hairs stood on the back of his neck, his stomach rolling as bile rose in his throat. A reaction that wasn't expected but uncontrollable. Selina was relaxed as ever in her seat. A smile sat on her lips, one that could barely be seen from the angle that William was at though he could tell it was there. That sense of a physical presence grew. The animalistic primal part of his brain screamed danger, instinct demanding that he slither further back into the shadows. There was nowhere to go, though, his back solidly against the wall behind him. Moving meant disruption, and that was simply not an option. Something was happening here that he didn't understand, but Selina appeared perfectly in control. Ruining that could mean harm to her. An unacceptable consequence of any movement on his end. So, William stayed as stock still as he could, as if he was simply waiting for a victim to pass in front of him.

Then, there was movement. Not from either of them. A shimmer of the shadows, something that caught the very periphery of his vision. It slithered away, vanishing as he blinked. Blood rushed by his ears, the sound near overwhelming as suddenly that darkness seemed to form right in front of Selina. His heart clenched, skipping a single beat as the expectations of violence soared.

It was with tremendous effort that William remained glued to his spot, the echoes of her voice reminding him that any movement or interference bred more trouble. Selina wasn't cowering or attempting to move away. That subtle smile remained across her face before her head tipped forward in a small greeting. Lips were moving, but he could not hear what words were being exchanged, as if there was some invisible wall between them, blocking out all and any sound. The darkness never took on more of a form than a black, hazy block in the air, at least to him.

So much for not believing in any of this. Before his very eyes was proof that another world existed. One that Selina was intimately familiar with and of which she possessed extensive knowledge. An apology was in due order. Once everything was finished and it was safe once more to speak.

The entire thing lasted about fifteen minutes. Gradually, warmth seeped back into the room, and light seemed to brighten. Blinking, William was able to break away from the wall, moving to the table where Selina was now cleaning everything up. No words were exchanged right away, not as he sat down and ran a hand over his face. Where was the best place to start? Safety. Not his but hers. That was a priority for him. He had to know that when she did this, she would remain safe. Often enough, it happened when he wasn't around, which was fine with him. What could he really do anyway? Against spirits and demons, his knife was likely useless. She remained silent, allowing him to take that time to gather his thoughts and form a proper sentence.

"I take it as long as you aren't interrupted, then these are rather safe rituals for you?" Her eyes brightened, the smile he was granted as bright as the morning sun.

"This is one that I have been performing for years and have built a rather comfortable rapport with the being that you saw. Now, I am not foolish enough to believe that I can control him. But I do know that it is far better to have an offer ready and keep him satisfied with respect and sacrifice than anything else. So yes, that one in particular I would say is safe." That left plenty of room for interpretation, William wasn't blind to the way that she had answered but worked around the question at the same time. If she felt confident enough, then he would have to take her word for it.

"And there are others?"

"Rituals or beings? Either way, the answer is many." Selina reached out, her hand settling over his and giving a small squeeze. A reassurance in a way and a grounding attempt. "I have a few I tend to stick with. It's just…easier that way." William felt that there was something else that she wanted to add on at the end but opted to leave it be. Remembering something, he reached for the hand that she was keeping close to her being and turned it over. The slice across her palm wasn't deep but it would need to be wrapped to stave off any chance of infection.

"Let's get that wrapped, love." The task was a settling enough motion that he was able to get himself back to a composed state, thinking through everything that he had seen and what its implications meant for their feature. It seemed that he would have some learning to do over the next few weeks.

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Looking into the mirror, the unfamiliar jitters of nerves were beginning to become rather annoying. William wasn't sure what the source of such an unusual feeling was, but it didn't seem to want to stop. There was a deep refusal to believe that it was stemming from the fact that today would be the day that he and Selina married. No, it certainly could have nothing to do with that. There was simply nothing for him to be nervous about when it came to the event. Still, as the blue of his eyes stared back out at him from the glass, there was little other reason for it to be present.

He and Selina were soulmates. A thought that caused his hand to rise unconsciously, fingers lightly pressing over the mark that was over his heart. She wouldn't abandon him now. There would be no cold feet, nothing to stop them from making it official in the eyes of the government.

The two had been living together for almost a year now, having been together since that fateful night in the bar nearly three years ago. They were tailored for each other, slotting into the routines and patterns of life seamlessly. The sort of actions that many others wished that they could have and held jealousy over. William counted himself lucky for having found her at all but in a way blessed by some sort of being out there that they fit together so perfectly. Not God, no. He had no bearing here. Maybe one of those beings that Selina often spoke to or dealt with indirectly. That was a far more feasible explanation.

William found himself chuckling and swiping a hand through his hair one last time. It was foolish to waste another second standing in front of the mirror and overthinking things. They had to be at the courthouse on time or risked having the entire thing pushed off to another day. That would leave the woman simmering and scowling for the entire night. A mood that he did not want to have to navigate.

A simple ceremony had been decided long ago. Neither had family to be concerned with when it came to the union. They were left to decide what they wanted and how they wanted it. The agreement had come easy. He nor Selina had felt all that comfortable with the idea of being married in a church. For a multitude of reasons, with her practices being ranked rather high on the list. Besides, what was the point in having to give money to such an institution when it was just the two of them? It would bring up questions or sympathies that they didn't have the patience or tolerance to handle. Which left getting a civil marriage. The most important part was legal recognition anyway. They had been married in all but name since they had found one another.

William moved towards the front door, hearing movement upstairs. Selina was still getting ready. It was a good thing that she hadn't been waiting on him. He was only waiting a few minutes before she made her way down the stairs.

"Radiant as ever, my love." The compliment fell naturally from his lips and as always, he was granted that warm smile that lit up her entire face.

"Forever the charmer, even on the day of your wedding." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her once she was close enough, using the leverage to draw her body closer yet to his. A gentle kiss was pressed to her forehead. The only one alive, in existence, to experience this side of him. Or, the one that this side only existed for, came alive for was more likely.

"Cannot go failing my duties now." As she relaxed against him, William ran his fingers lightly over her left shoulder blade, where her mark was hidden beneath the gorgeous blue dress she had chosen. The action was almost instinctual at this point, having been repeated over and over until he could have found it and traced it with his eyes closed. "Come on, we have a carriage waiting." He had to pull away first, a smile saved her and her alone present as one more kiss was dropped to her head.

The carriage ride was relatively quiet, William keeping an eye on the outside world while stealing glances at the woman across from him. His soulmate and soon to be wife. Her presence always brought that pleasant warmth to his chest, but the thought of calling her his in every way possible just made it all the stronger. The little smile that she couldn't seem to wipe off of her face only added to the atmosphere. A look he had placed there, a sense of pride swelling up at the knowledge. For a brief second, he felt like a boy again, having gotten away with stealing a candy bar and riding the high of having the best thing possible. That was what Selina was. The rest of the world hadn't recognized it, and he had stolen her away before anyone could. Destined to be with him, yes, but bound together on such a deeper level. He had made her his.

The carriage came to a stilted stop outside of the courthouse. Time for the rest of the world to know what he knew. Stepping out, he was quick to turn around and offer his hand, even when she didn't need the help.

“Ready?”

“More than ever.” Pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, William grinned before leading her into the building.

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The shivers wracked his frame, uncontrollable spasms that allowed no rest. It had been that way for hours. Days almost. William had lost track of the time in the fever induced haze, mind skipping in and out of consciousness, but never truly resting. In lucid enough moments, he hated the way that he felt weak and felt useless. He couldn't even get himself out of bed to get to the bathroom. In the non-lucid moments, shadows moved and formed figures, horror that his mind couldn't entirely comprehend appeared and threatened him.

William coughed violently. The rattle in his chest was worrisome, but Selina couldn't do much more. The medicine from the doctor should have cured his symptoms three days ago. The recent illness sweeping through London has been like a second coming of the plague. Bodies were dropping faster than most could keep up with. Thankfully, it wasn't to the point that they were building up in the streets just yet. Her fingers brushed along his clammy forehead, frowning at the heat still radiating. If the fever didn't break soon, there would be bigger things to worry about.

She hadn't shown any symptoms yet. A small blessing. If she went down beside him, they might as well call an end to it. Pushing up from beside the bed, she moved to make some tea. It would calm her, and if she could get anything down him, help soothe his throat at the very least.

Standing in their tiny kitchen, the pot for tea boiling, she let out a slow sigh. If William didn't get better…. As soon as the thought came, she was quick to try and banish it. He hadn't succumbed yet. He wouldn't. Her William was strong and as stubborn as they came. He would make it through this and be back to his normal self. And if not? There were other options. Her eyes strayed to a few of the books that she kept close at hand in the kitchen for when rituals needed to be performed. Death could not part them. She just hoped it wouldn't come to that so soon.

Selina was pulled from the dark path of her thoughts when the kettle whistled. Making up two cups, the action was soothing. A routine that was familiar amongst the days of unfamiliar motions. Moving back to the room, she was pleased to see him with his eyes open, appearing far more lucid than he had in days. Her chest instantly felt lighter. Though, she wasn't foolish enough to believe that they were out of the woods.

“It's good to see you awake, love.” She spoke gently. Likely, his head was bothering him given how feverish he had been. And still was. She could see the sweat beading along his brow. “I've made some tea. Do you think you could get some down?” Standing beside the bed, she held it out and watched as shaky hands took the warm cup. She winced at the pained look that came from him at the simple act of taking a sip. Still, it was seeing him do something other than lay there and moan in pain. She wouldn't be picky. Selina reached out and brushed her hands along his forehead, pushing back the sweat soaked hair. William's eyes fluttered closed at the touch, leaning into it.

“You need more rest.” Not an observation as much as an order that fell from her lips. One that he was in no shape to disobey, and they both knew it. All stemmed from worry. Worry that he wouldn't get better. Worry that he would be taken from her. Worry that some force out there wouldn't allow them to be together, no matter what she tried.

A low, tired hum was the response given. The man took a few more slow sips of the tea, hands less shaky than they had been when he first reached out. Her husband was a strong, stubborn man. Selina took comfort in that knowledge and seeing a visible improvement. Even if it didn't last all that long.

“Have you slept at all?” His voice was hoarse, rough from the crying out he had done thanks to his fever dreams. That and lack of use. A gentle smile was given.

“Some. You are my greater concern. I'll sleep once I know you will wake up again.” As devoted as he was to her, she was as equally devoted to him. Her fingers continued the soothing actions against his scalp, hoping to ease him back to sleep. His body needed it, even if he had been barely conscious for three days. Proper rest would help heal him. The rattling in his chest with each breath he took shook her. The sounds were far from the powerful man that she knew. Almost made him sound frail, weak. But, she kept a brave face, not letting on those thoughts. If she gave it, they might come to light.

William eased back once more. It didn't take long for his eyes to close and his muscles to go slack. Sleep took him under, though this state should be far more restful for him. Hopefully, this lucid moment meant that the fever was going to break soon.

She watched, feeling fiercely protective over the man in the bed. Not the first in her life. No, she had been that protective over family. However, this may have been the first person, not blood related and certainly the first person in her adult life, that those feelings had appeared. It had taken a little time to get used to, understand, and control them. A little longer than she would have liked, admittedly. A dangerous time. Selina knew what and who she had ties to and the inherent risks that came with that. To herself and others around her. The simple fact that he was her soulmate had been well worth it. She had sensed the darkness that lingered within, the predator just underneath the surface. Drawn to it as much as she was him. Both the bond that fate had woven and the beast within.

Finishing the tea, Selina let out a small sigh. Her eyes ached. The strain of staying awake for so long was starting to set in. Sleep would soon be unavoidable. The wheezing that came from William was enough to leave her unsettled though, which meant no sleep just yet. The mark on her shoulder felt warm. Not the pleasant warmth that came when they were together. No. More like a fevered warmth. A shared suffering. She shook it off the best that she could without getting too comfortable. A little longer was needed before she could allow herself to rest. At least until his breathing settled into something more aligned with normal. He had been conscious but it wasn't enough of an improvement for her to let her guard down entirely.

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The evening was cold and damp, rain falling as often was the weather these months. With his jacket pulled tightly around himself, the figure marched through the back alleys, listening, waiting. A predator hiding within the shadows. The nightmare that those among the London streets still feared. His name may not have been known, the press hardly getting their hands on the deeds that were carried out. No, he was far too meticulous for that. As much as the hysterics would be enjoyable to watch. Fame hardly mattered, though, to William. It would have complicated too many things.

The itch had become too much, and William had needed to go out. Just one kill, and he would be back in the comfortable warmth of their home. It gave Selina time to carry out what she needed to as well, without any worry of being interrupted.

There was less focus on finding the perfect victim that evening. It simply mattered that his blade was stained red. There had been a sense of complacency and comfort that had settled in after the Ripper killings had stopped. A security that allowed his work to become that much easier. Individuals were emboldened to walk alone in the streets once more. Shortcuts were taken where they had been avoiding any alleyways where light couldn't reach. The perfect combinations of elements that brought his prey right to him rather than him having to stalk anyone and drag them into the shadows without notice. Sure, his killings brought about whispers, and the memory of the Ripper still created that nightmare, but it was not enough for anyone to be able to pay proper attention to what was happening around London.

The kill had come with just a small struggle, the sort that helped keep things interesting without being too much of a hassle. A brief slap across his face and a claw mark made to his wrist before the end had come and the body was dumped. A sigh of satisfaction escaped William as he cleaned his blade against the clothes of his latest victim before stepping back into the shadows and leaving the body hidden among the trash, likely not to be found for several days. After the rats and other vermin had gotten their fill.

Now that the urge had been quieted, he was looking forward to being home. Spending the remainder of the night, holding his wife close, was the perfect end to the night. His steps were light as he moved through the streets, now among the rest of the population and lights that lined the streets. No one would give a second glance, weather aside. Everyone was in an eager state to get home at the late hour. His shoulders relaxed further when his home came into view, chuckling softly to himself as his pace quickened even further.

William would have known something was amiss, even if it wasn't for the burning cold that spread out from his soulmark; the lights were off, and Selina's absence from the table in the small kitchen was acutely felt. Eyes wandered around the room, looking for whatever might be out of place, anything that would give him the slightest hint as to where his dear wife was and what had happened. A feeling of dread built from deep within his chest, constricting his lungs and robbing him of his ability to breathe. It was all wrong, and his hand reached for the knife that was kept hidden beside the door, on the off chance that someone was foolish enough to enter their domain. Not the same he used for killing, lest anyone connect the two. Plausible deniability if he used something from the home.

He could smell the burnt herbs that had been recently used. Selina had done some sort of ritual recently. As planned. That did not give William any sense of comfort as it normally would, not when her smiling face wasn't there to greet him at the door, ensuring that he had not harmed himself. A habit that she had developed early on in their relationship, one that had amused him to now end but had become so ingrained in their lives that it's lacking just heightened that sense of dread.

The thoughts of a ritual gone wrong flashed across his consciousness but was quickly dismissed. No, Selina was far too practiced and versed to have something go so horribly wrong. Her skills were refined and honed from years of study. She had taught him what to look for as a precaution, and there wasn't a feeling lingering in the air or any sign that it had been such an accident. Something else was at play here.

Creeping through his own home as he would a victim's, William strained his ears and his eyes for any sign of Selina. Nothing downstairs. The fireplace was dead, not even a hint of embers that would have signaled that she lit it for warmth now that the colder winter months were here. Up the stairs he went, knife at the ready. Still, no sound and the cold was only spreading further, practically invading his lungs with ice.

As much as he longed to call out her name, it would give away his position. That was when he heard sounds coming from the bedroom. A sound that he knew well enough. Gasped, gurgled breath. No longer could he truly control his actions, rushing forward. The door slammed open, smashing into the wall behind it, causing the man that was straddling his wife with filthy hands enclosed around her neck to jump. Red. It was the only thing that covered his vision as he lunged forward, not giving the man a chance to properly react. Blade met flesh, digging deep into muscle, unforgiving and with a practice precision. His subconscious mind already knew that it was too late, allowing his fury to be unleashed on the man before him. It hardly mattered who he was, or what intentions that he had come to the house with. This waste of a human had stolen his soulmate from him.

"A wife for a wife," the man below him snarled, the last words that he spoke as William sliced the blade across his throat, not deep enough to cause an instant death. Let the bastard feel what he had done. Panting, he dropped the blade and scrambled for Selina.

"Selina…" His voice soft, there was a shaky note to it that had never been present before in his life. Pain underlying it all as the ache and agony was setting in. "Please, no…" Gently, he slid one hand under her head while pulling her into his lap, his free hand gently stroking her cheek. The stillness to her body was a clear indication that his worst fears had been realized, that she was truly gone. Curling himself over her form, William let out an agonized sound into the emptiness of the room, heard by no one but himself. Gone. She was gone.

He had allowed himself to grieve, to cry and feel that nearly all consuming sorrow for no longer than a few minutes. The ice from his soulmark kept him grounded in reality, in the knowledge that she was gone. But that didn't mean that she was lost to him forever. The thought nagged the back of his brain and as his breathing began to even out, a new rush of determination came over him.

William wouldn't allow the world to tear her so easily from him. No, there was still far too much for them to do.

"I'll fix this, I promise you. We will be together again. Just give me a little time, love." The words spoken so softly held such intent. A vow far more than a promise. He had learned a few things from her over the years when it came to the occult and the dark beings that resided in the world just outside of their senses. A deal could be made. Whatever sacrifice was worth it. His soul was already damned. Living without her was not an acceptable inevitability.

First thing was first. He had to clean the mess on the floor beside their bed. With a gentle kiss to her lips and then her forehead, William forced himself to pull away from Selina. Throat still constricted, it took just a moment longer for him to be able to look away from her still, lifeless body and turn his attention properly to the lump of flesh on the floor. Shame that he couldn't have made him suffer longer.

So be it. William knew that there were things that could be harvested from the man to be able to aid his quest. The rest? It would be tossed to feed the rats and stray dogs that ran the streets.

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 months

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Sorry, two more Grycho things that I completely forgot to add onto the original ask, and just remembered now so I'm putting them here XD

The first thing. I guess this could also just be two pals fucking around, but I'm still putting it here XD in your Wheezy x Y/N x Greasy drabble, it was mentioned that Greasy sings in the shower. I'm just imagining that when they get closer, Psycho will pop in when he hears Greasy singing and is like "Hey can you sing the-" "I'm not a radio, get out!"

(If this was Grycho, maybe Greasy would take Psychos requests-)

The second thing. There are stories of kids who grew up around LGBTQ people, and had no idea they were. Not homophobic or anything, the kids just didn't put two and two together. And I'm just imagining that's how Smartass' Daughter!Y/N finds out XD like I'm just imagining at some point, she and Ritchie get to talking about it somehow, and that's when she realized it.

Ritchie: *genuinely curious* Sooo... Is there something between you and your unkles?

Y/N: Huh? What do you mean?

Ritchie: You know, Greasy and Psycho? They're always together.

Y/N: "Yeah. They've always been close! They just like each other so much ^^

Y/N: They always sit next to each other at home, and when Greasy is gone for hours Psycho will jump onto him and won't let go. And they even sleep in the same room to-

Y/N: ...

Ritchie: ...

Y/N: ...

Ritchie: *trying so hard to hold back his laughter* Well, that explains a lot-

Y/N: Shut up!

(I'm on mobile so Ritchie can't be yellow XD)

Omg, I'm not your radio get out! XD I love that- he's not self conscious or anything he just wants the loony bastard out of his goddamn shower and to stop demanding things of him!!

And- hahahaha XDD Yesss!! XDD

#omg ritchieeeeee #possibly my least built on oc #sorry my guy 😅#*GASP* what if in the slasher au jason was r i t c h i e?#in original timeline they're obviously very platonic but in the slasher timeline...#maybe ritchie's sweet chill nature is just what lottie needs! ^^#edit: actually no they'll still be platonic is the slasher au #i want them to be playonic soulmates. soupmates! XD

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n30nwrites · 8 months

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Slasher Poly Fanfic???

What if I made a Slasher Polygamy Fanfic that's also a soulmate AU?? Like I have a list of ones I like (Might add more) and want to add, but I don't want it to be a completely seperate AU does that make sense?

So Chucky and Tiff are humans cause I don't fuck with dolls and I made Chucky's face claim Rory Culkin cause he's hot.

It's obviously with a male but idk if it's gonna be oc or reader (love opinions)

With The Sinclair Bros (Vincent, Lester, Bo), The Lost Boys (David, Marko, Paul, Dwayne), Scream bros (Billy, Stu, and Mickey), Brahms, Pennywise (Bill skarsgard), Michael Myers, Billy Lenz (Tom Holland), Jennifer Check, Jason Vorhees, Chucky and Tiffany, Santánico Pandemonium (Dusk till dawn), Carrie White, and Amanda young.

Some of these are platonic (bestiesss) and most are not. I can add more if requested, I'm gonna try and watch all the movies for them to understand. But I want some connection with everything.

Idk I've been thinking about it and I wanna fuck some fictional killers

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tinalbion · 2 years

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Heyyyy beautiful 👉👉

Got a ask if you want to do it:

So, I’ve seen that you’re like, almost the only one who write for Inkubus, and I finally watched it today 🥺

Could you do something with these keywords:

Soulmate string, fluff.

Tysm if u do it and feel free to add whatever u like ✨

Luv u ~

My dear beloved Frutti, you can have WHATEVER you want, as always! And with our beloved Inkubus? He deserves more attention, but that's why I'm here! Of course, I hope this is to your liking! <3 Love you, too!

“Crimson Strings and Little Things”

Inkubus x gn!Reader

Rating: Just fluff on this one~

Length: 3.1k

It’s not like you could ask anyone about the strange red string that neatly wrapped around your finger, no one paid any mind to it nor made any comments, so maybe you were the only one who could see it and keep it that way. No one ever talked about something like this happening, how could you bring something like that up in conversation, anyway?

All of these thoughts raced through your mind as you sat on a bench in the local park where you took your walks, and just the other day on your birthday, the red string appeared. You guessed it wasn’t a coming of age sort of deal, you were older than eighteen, so maybe it was just circumstance, you clocked it as that and nothing more. Or maybe there were issues in your family that they hid from you, perhaps you were losing your mind. Your eyes stared down at your hand as you shifted it back and forth, your gaze followed the neverending red string that cast all the way through the park and to hell knows where. Should you follow it, and find out what was at the end of it? The thought did cross your mind more than once that week, but you had things to do, rent to pay, and when would you have the time?

You weren’t sure how long you sat there as people passed you, staring at you while they walked past, or just ignored you completely, but you finally stood and stretched your legs before you headed back to your apartment near the edge of the park. You had been too lost in thought as you ignored your neighbor who called out to you, waving happily until her hand slowly sunk as she watched you in confusion while the door closed behind you.

You’d been on autopilot since your birthday, maybe it wasn’t exactly healthy to cut yourself off like this but you needed answers, so you sat down in front of your laptop and began to type profusely, typing in random Google searches and scrolling for ages until something seemed to pop up that had no credibility whatsoever, but it was worth a shot.

‘It’s been said by very few, but there’s some odd connection between people seeing a red thread tied to them that no one else can see, except one other person on the planet; their soulmate.’

“You have GOT to be kidding me,” you scoffed as you reread the paragraph.

You laughed out loud at the sheer ridiculousness of the article, so you closed the window and put on a movie while you walked into the kitchen and began to make some food. There had been odd sounds coming from the laptop, and sometimes it happened so you ignored it as you continued to throw something together, your mind weighing heavily on how silly that article seemed. But what if it wasn’t so outlandish, what if there was some sort of truth to it? It would explain why you could never see the end of it, and it also made sense why you were the only one aware of its existence.

With a bowl full of food, you sat back down at your desk and found that page again, your curiosity getting the better of you as your eyes scanned all the comments from unregistered users. Most were ridiculing the people who did believe it, but that was expected on the internet. But some seemed incredibly convinced that it was true and they’d been on travels to find the end of it.

Some were successful in their searches, according to these users in their incredibly detailed stories. Some had even shown pictures of them and their newfound loves, which you were still sitting there shoveling food into your mouth with a lot of skepticism. If these were works of fiction, they were incredibly written and well told, you had to give them that at least, but something in your gut wasn’t sitting right. While you scooped out the last of the food from the bottom of the bowl, you were still left with more questions than answers.

What you did figure out was several interesting things: not everyone had a soulmate string, and it wasn’t in the cards for everyone, which was realistic enough. Another thing was that there were instances that the strings could be severed and it could happen in one of a few ways, whether they died unexpectantly, one of the two people refused to go searching for the end of the string, or if it were deliberately severed by falling in love with someone who wasn’t your soulmate.

It was late when you finally decided to make a cup of tea and head to bed, you’d have to look for more information in the morning, your eyes were stinging from how exhausted you were and how long you stared at the screen. When you settled into your comforter and your eyes began to droop, you swore you could hear something gently moving within your apartment but you wrote it off as the upstairs neighbors shuffling around. Sometimes Dana had been a little too active during the night and she paced a lot, but she did so quietly since she didn’t want to be rude, you never complained though. We all had our issues, maybe she couldn’t sleep, it happened. So you turned around with the blanket thrown about the mattress, your eyes closed and you drifted off peacefully.

While you slept, you were unaware of the huddled figure in the corner of your room, his intense eyes burning into your form as you slept there so peacefully, he was intrigued. Most people were always afraid of the ‘boogeyman’ hiding in the shadows, they’d wake up afraid with their heavy breathing, searching for the monster in the darkness. They never saw him unless he wanted them to see him, it was one of his powers that he used constantly to toy with his prey.

But as he sat here in this apartment and looked over all of the things that decorated your wells, your shelves, he couldn’t help but look down at the awkward red string that was tied to his pinky, leading straight to you. It was odd and he hadn’t seen anything like it in his entire existence, only pathetic childish rumors whispered on the winds of things like soulmates, but the world was always evolving and he was learning things every day, so he figured he’d try his best to discover what it meant exactly as you slept. When you stirred and turned in your bed, your eyes still peacefully closed as you nestled deeper into the pillow, his eyes were on you while he playfully tugged at the string. There wasn’t any resistance but you also weren’t bothered by his actions, so he continued to test anything that he pleased, his hands tried to undo the string, but nothing worked to remove it.

The tall demon stood from the corner and hovered above your bed, this demon who wreaked havoc on humankind for centuries had now suddenly felt the mortal weight of unease, he stood there with no answers and only more questions. At least he had his magic to prolong the inevitable, he figured you’d learn to understand what this meant for you both, so he’d leave it up to you.

The next morning, you awoke early enough to make some breakfast and get back to work doing more research on your little predicament. What you failed to take into account was that you were feeling odd all morning. You wrote it off as exhaustion or the food just didn’t sit right, but it didn’t explain why you felt as if someone was constantly watching you even though you were alone in your place. You weren’t finding much else on the internet, so you figured you’d try your chances at the bookstore, so you slid into your sweater once you were ready to go and headed out for the morning.

He had to follow you to make sure you could figure it out, he needed answers just as much as you did. Without compromising his position so close to you, he did what he could to call forth a glamour of sorts over the string for the time being. He followed you around each corner, his face stuck inside the books that surrounded him while he kept a careful eye on you while you had dug through many texts over the span of two hours. Incubus never grew bored, in fact, he had all the time in the world so he grew more interested in watching you as you did your research, your hands always scribbling down notes and your eyes scanning each article with caution.

At one point, you disappeared from his sight because you needed something to replenish your strength as you continued your search, Inkubus had no idea where you got to, and at that moment, he almost felt the unfamiliar prickling sting of worry. How trivial and human that was, to worry that something happened to you. He was tethered to you for a reason, one he hadn’t understood but wanted to, yet he absolutely hated the dreadful feeling he gained over this entire situation.

He fled through the aisles and snapped his head back and forth as he searched for you, he couldn’t reveal the string just yet, or else that could lead to something that he wasn’t entirely prepared to deal with head-on. He almost skidded to a halt when he found you at the back of the small cafe they had in the back of the bookstore, a coffee in your hand, a sandwich on the table before you, and a notepad in your hand. He let out a sigh and kept himself against the walls and out of your view.

It didn’t affect him as it did you, but you couldn’t ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach that began once you entered the bookstore. Was this supposed soulmate nearby, was that why you were feeling off? You held up your hand and looked down at your finger, the red string still intact, but as your eyes followed it further, you saw something that seemed to blur your sight the further you tried to look. You were intent on finding the source of what the hell was going on, you hadn’t read anything about people’s strings blurring, that was the opposite of what you’d expected.

Your hand ran along the length of it the further you walked around the bookstore, ignoring the strange looks and no-so-silent whispers from the groups that watched you mostly out of curiosity because you were on a mission.

Your fingers slid up further and further until your attention was grabbed by a tall figure standing off to the side, his eyes seemed to match your initial expression of confusion, especially once whatever that was obscuring your string had disappeared and led straight to the tall stranger. He looked older than you’d expected, his hair thin and light brown, a thicker goatee coated with white, and deep-set eyes that seemed darker than they were. But you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome, he carried himself rather well and he had that charm to him as he seemed to stare at you over the book in his hands.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me. It’s flattering, but you might want to be a bit more discreet about it,” he said smoothly, which made you want to cover your face in embarrassment.

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry, it’s just that… do you see this?” You held up the string in your palm and presented it to him, your eyes stared at him, hoping you didn’t sound crazy as he looked at your palm curiously.

“Yes,” he said cautiously, “why are you presenting this to me, child?”

You laughed almost hysterically as you leaned back against one of the shelves filled with books. “You can see it? Seriously? That’s… I have no idea how to feel but I’m not crazy, I knew it.” You placed your hand on your head and laughed with relief. “I don’t know what the hell this is all about, I’ve looked at everything I could find, nothing is really talked about like it’s been erased or hidden.”

The man looked down at you as he closed the book and set it aside, his intense stare made you shift under his gaze. “There have been…stories in my time of this phenomena, though only rumor. There’s been no truth to them to my knowledge, but I think you’d find me ridiculous for even saying it.”

You scoffed and stood up straight, your head tilted slightly as you looked over his features. “I bet I got you beat on that one,” you claimed proudly.

Inkubus smirked, enjoying your courage as you stood before him, so he cleared his throat and beckoned for you to follow him. “Grab your things, you may not want to be around people when you hear this.”

And like that, he was walking away from you, leaving you behind as you stood in surprise, so you scrambled back to grab your coffee and bit of lunch you had left, tucking the writing pad beneath your arm as you burst out from the door, your head swiveled around to find him. The stranger stood across the way, his long, dark coat whipped in the sudden wind shift while he waited for you.

“So,” you sighed as you jogged across the way, “what is this that you know? I found some weird articles and- oh shit, I’m sorry, I’m not thinking straight.” You held out your hand and offered an awkward smile as you looked up at him. “I’m Y/N.”

The man stared down for a moment and took your hand gently, shaking it until he brought it up to his lips. Your face felt hot as you watched him place a kiss on your fingers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N, but you must forgive me…” He released your hand and walked away momentarily, his eyes flitted over toward you as you stood there with your coffee brought to your lips. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you, I’m, afraid. I’ve been following you for a while to see if there was something I could do to figure out exactly what this was.”

“You’ve followed me…and I wasn’t able to sense that?”

“All thanks to my magic,” he beamed.

Your face dropped. “Magic? Wait, you can do magic? Do you-”

He stepped up to you and placed a finger on your lips, smiling as he shushed you gently. “In due time, little one, in due time. I’m trying to figure out what this exactly is, and I was hoping if I followed you here, you could explain what is going on. I can’t really give you a solid explanation, only rumors from the past.”

You nodded as you flipped through your notepad, your finger slid down the page as you scanned for the notes you took on your laptop. “Okay, so this is going to sound absolutely ridiculous, but hear me out since this is the ONLY thing I’ve found- what’s your name?” You paused and stared at him, curious as to why he hadn’t told you yet.

“Oh, my name is Inkubus. With a ‘K’.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re serious? Are you an actual incubus…?”

There was no fear as you asked, he could feel your calm excitement, but nothing that indicated that you were afraid, hell, he could even sense the interest you had when you looked at him. It made him proud to know he had an effect on you. “Yes, I am.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth…?” you asked skeptically, still wanting to know more about this stranger before just taking his word as fact. “I mean, you could just be some handsome guy who’s come to steal me away.”

Inkubus smirked and twirled back around to look at you, his eyes bore into yours and he took several steps closer. Suddenly, flashes of a different life behind your closed eyes began to play out, and he was there in most of those memories. You saw his truth, you saw his form flash quickly in your mind and knew that he was the one doing this. When it finished, your eyes opened slowly and you looked up at him in awe, your hand reached out and touched his arm to see if he truly was real. Inkubus snickered and reached out to stroke the back of his hand across your cheek, now very curious about you.

“Do you believe in soulmates, Inkubus?” you asked softly.

He laughed again, only this time it sounded more spiteful than anything, but his smile still held that softness at the edges. “Oh Y/N, I never believed in that. Do you truly believe this is that silly old soulmate myth?”

“Well, what else could it be? It may be absolutely false, it could be rumors, but what if it isn’t? What if there’s something more going on with this? How will we ever know if we just ignore it?”

“Is what I’m hearing from you is that you want to test this theory, personally?”

“Well,” you looked away as you felt your face begin to heat up again, you scratched your arm shyly, “I want to get to the bottom of it, and if it means we get to find out, I wouldn’t be opposed… you seem pretty okay to me. Wouldn’t be the worst person I’ve hung around in my lifetime.”

Inkubus laughed hysterically at that and almost doubled over with laughter. “Oh you’ll soon be eating those words, my sweet little Y/N,” he teased, his finger now stroking the outline of your jaw. Damn, he loved to flirt, as if you could handle him being an incubus, now having to deal with what that all came with, you would be in for one hell of a ride. You were sure of it.

“I guess there’s only one way to tell, right?” You held out your hand and smiled, your cheeks twinged with embarrassment. “I’m game if you are, soulmate,” you giggled.

Inkubus thought for a moment before he grabbed your hand and shook it. “I suppose I’ll try not to get you too worked up, Y/N, we have a theory to test.”

#tinalbion writings #slasher requests #slashers x reader #slashers imagine #slashers headcanons #inkubus x reader #inkubus imagine #inkubus headcanons #soulmate au #red string of fate #tuttifuckinfruttifriday

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murderousxcoffee · 2 years

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Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 1: At First Sight

Warnings: canon typical violence/death

Every culture, dead or alive, had a myth or two about the marks. It was more universal than floods, or world trees, or trickster animals. They said every human had a mark that matched another’s. The matching marks identified them as carved from the same rock, born from the same spirit, whatever metaphor for the soul you wanted to use. They belonged together and would always find each other.

A cute myth. But just a myth. In the safety of modern reality, billions of humans went their whole lives never meeting their soulmate. They married, had children, died, without it. And the ones who did meet their matching mark would soon find there was no guarantee of happiness, or love. Pushed into marriage by society, unable to divorce because of the old beliefs about destiny, these people who came to hate each other would find only one solution left…

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She knelt by the generator, and got to work. Her fingers were as quick as her body wasn’t. Jake crouched on the other side of the machine, already busy. Sunshine set her teeth together, focusing, focusing, through the stench of dead plants and old blood.

The game never ended. Dwight, who’d been in the Fog Realm the longest far as anyone knew, had been blunt about it: “You’re going to die, and die a lot.” And he was right. He almost always was.

A scream echoed. Sunshine hesitated, looking up into the grimy sky. She didn’t know that voice. Heavy footsteps in the quiet. A blur through the window, Meg jumping through and crawling towards the generator.

“It’s Trickster,” she whispered.

Jake cursed.

Sunshine swallowed. She didn’t know that one yet.

Three people made quick work of the generator. The light flared on, and Sunshine cringed. A man laughed nearby, another voice she did not recognize. Meg cried out. Jake shouted in his native tongue. She froze, a cold lump forming in her throat.

Meg ran. Jake did, too. Footsteps grew closer, a casual pace drifting in the direction Jake went off in. The Killer hummed a melody as he walked - had she heard it before? Sunshine didn’t move. Safer to stay still, maybe unseen, than run, when she was so, so slow.

The Killer came into view, and what a view it was. A Korean man with dyed hair and a pleased smile. Bare chested, bright colors, dragging a bat behind him. Sunshine did not look away.

Snakes, she thought. Venomous snakes have bright colors to warn of the threat they are.

He walked past the generator, following Jake’s footsteps. She didn’t relax. His eyes never landed on hers. The man didn’t pause as he walked away. But he looked over her shoulder at her. His yellow eyes glowed, and he smirked.

Sunshine ran, and he did not follow.

The bastard was good. Jake got hooked when she was on the far side of the area. She saw him carry Meg off in the distance and rushed too follow. Meg struggled on the hook, shaking her head as Sunshine ran to pull her off. Ran too late - the spider legs came down, sunk into Meg’s flesh, snuffing the light from the other girl’s eyes.

There was nothing she could do now. Sunshine stared up into the vortex that swallowed the dead. She wasn’t going to survive this either.

Under the bandages on her left arm, her mark bled.

Behind her, he laughed.

“You’re not giving up on me now, are you sweetheart?” He said.

Sunshine forced herself to run.

She had no damn stamina. She’d only been working out for three weeks before the Entity took her. Not long enough for much slimming down, getting stronger, getting faster. But even though her heart thundered and her brain screamed of the inevitability, Sunshine ran as long as she could.

The knives brought her down.

His chasing footsteps slowed back to that casual walk. Sunshine closed her eyes. Crawled forward. Crawled away. The bloodsoaked bandage caught on the ground, tore off away from her skin, but who cared? She was going to die, again.

“I’m almost impressed.” In the corner of her eye, Sunshine saw him kneel to the ground, watching her. “You lasted longer than I thought. You must be something special, hm?”

Sunshine closed her eyes. Crawled forward another inch. Her arms ached.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He teased. The bright colors shifted, he stood. “I don’t blame you. Anyone would be, having the honor of meeting me in person.”

A foot nudged her body, hard. Sunshine grunted in pained protest, but he pushed again, rolling her over. She kept her eyes closed, arms open, waiting for it, waiting for it.

It didn’t come.

She opened her eyes. In the moment before the bat met her head, she saw his face, his expression - eyes bright with anger, mouth twisted with disgust. She knew that look. She never, ever got used to it.

Later on, at the Campfire, Dwight frowned as she finished her story.

“I’ve never heard about him doing that before,” he said, rubbing his chin and looking into the fire. “That’s not his usual Mori. He beat you to death with the bat?”

Sunshine nodded. Dwight shook his head, and exhaled.

“I got nothing,” he said after a moment.

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Sunshine said.

“One of the others might know what his deal is,” Dwight said. “I think Yun-Jin knew him back on Earth. If you can get a hold of her…”

They both glanced at the fire. Yun-Jin was not a team player, and not one for socialization either. Sunshine let her shoulders relax.

“I guess I just have to hope it doesn’t happen again,” she said.

Dwight smiled at her, in a sad way. “Yeah,” he said. “Think that’s all you can do. Sorry.”

She smiled back at him, and tried not to think about the truth hiding in his eyes.

It’s going to happen again.

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littlesecretwriter · 1 year

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The Killer Mechanic and the Writer. Chapter One:

I Wake up to my mother screaming from downstairs. As I get dressed, I walk down the stairs to see my mother who is drinking coffee at the kitchen table. Recently I have been trying to find a way to tell her that I was going to start looking for somewhere else to live. I have decided not to tell her quite yet but just keep an eye out. Today I am going to go look for places to rent around the state since it is my first day off in 8 days. My job sucks it also pays terribly, but u must do what u need to get money. Once I heard my mom’s car pull out of the driveway meaning she has left for work. I quickly slipped on my shoes and grabbed my phone and car keys. I walk to my car, open the door, and get in. As I start, my phone automatically connects to my radio. I began to play my favorite music as I drive while cutting on my GPS.

Today I am going to be going to look around an old countryside area. I would like to live somewhere quiet. I checked my bank account and saw I got paid. Recently I have been working 2 jobs one being a secretary and the other being a beginner editor. As I get onto the highway, I notice it is backed up from hell and back. As I saw this, I automatically got off at the next exit to take the back roads. After about twenty minutes of driving on the back road, I hear the pop of my tire. As I hear this I stop to get out and look at the damage. As I got out to look, I saw that there was no patching on that tire, so I went to the back of my truck to see if I had a spare. As I see I do not I begin to start walking to find a tire shop. After walking for 30 minutes but what felt like hours a truck stops beside me a man gets out. This mystery man says "hello darlin' why are u walking all by yourself? My name is Lester. Lester Sinclair" I look at him and say "My name is Y/n L/n the reason I'm walking is that my tire popped and I'm looking for a mechanic shop to get a new tire. Do you know where a mechanic shop is Lester?" Lester looks at me and says "yeah darlin' my brother Bo runs a mechanic shop just 30 mins down the road. I don't mind giving you a lift if you're okay with it."

#texas chainsaw massacre #first blog #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #first chapter #meeting #slasher x s/o #x y/n #house of wax #soulmate au

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prompt-heaven · 8 months

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100 different AUs

academic au

alien au

alpha/beta/omega au

amnesia au

apocalypse au

artist au

arranged marriage au

assassin au

athlete au

babysitter/nanny au

bakery au

bartender au

billionaire au

bodyguard au

bodyswap au

bookstore au

bounty hunter au

brother's best friend/dad's best friend au

camgirl au

camp counselor au

chef au

circus au

coffee shop au

cowboy au

cult au

dark au

deserted island au

dog walker au

dystopian au

enemies to lovers/rivals au

fairy tale au

fake relationship au

fantasy au

farm au

firefighter au

fisherman au

flower shop au

friends with benefits au

ghost au

grocery store au

guardian angel au

haunted house au

historical au

hitchhiker au

holiday au

hospital au

hunter/prey au

kidnapping au

law enforcement au

library au

lifeguard au

lumberjack au

mafia/mob au

maid/butler au

magic au

master/slave au

mechanic au

mermaid au

model au

modern au

monster au

mundane au

music store au

neighbour au

office/coworker au

paranormal investigator au

pen pal au

pirate au

prison au

private detective au

reincarnation au

road trip au

rockstar au

roommate au

royalty au

scientist au

sex worker au

single parent au

slasher au

soulmates au

space au

spy au

stalker au

stepcest au

street racer au

sugar daddy au

superhero au

surfer au

tattoo artist au

teacher/professor/tutor au

time travel au

treasure hunter au

undercover au

vampire/werewolf au

veterinarian au

vigilante au

wedding planner au

western au

witch au

yandere au

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diejager · 4 months

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are there any aus from other creators u like? or ones u want to write about? or do u want suggestions to check some out? cus their are loads of cools ones

Oh, absolutely!

The first that comes to mind - for the AUs I’d want to write - is @sunshine-and-moonshine Alpha!141 x Delta!reader, it has so much potential and it’s really good despite it being short ideas.

There’s also @ohbo-ohno and @ceilidho’s works on Ghoap x reader, the whole puppy play and obsession is just so delicious! I, personally, don’t think I’d be able to write the same dynamic as well as them, but I love reading about it.

As you probably know, @konigsblog, or Orla, has salivating AUs and ideas that you should absolutely check if you haven’t, especially her König and Soap stuff, it’s so amazingly filthy. I am a slut for it.

You have @sweet-as-an-angel for the DARK CONTENT like Zombie!141 or Yandere fics (there’s a lot to read and you could spend your whole day on the blog) and @tacticalanklebiter3000 simply for how crazy and funny her stories are, I would definitely recommend her thoughts and quick drabbles about hybrid or werewolf AU.

@cobwebs-in-autumn has a lot of prompts that they haven’t expanded on - as in long ass stories - but are worth the read. I even got their permission to write on one of their prompt! (Stalker!reader x Soap is lingering on my mind and won’t leave)

@gremlingottoosilly has a lot of juicy stuff, especially her Monster!König or Your Ride Will be Here Shortly, it’s a poly!141 x fem!reader.

Ah, sweet, sweet @auspicioustidings has a lot of hidden works(check her AO3, that’s where you find her hidden treasures, I’m looking at you Mhairi👀) with Ghoap x reader or them separately.

@halcyone-of-the-sea writes long stories, but they’re worth the time, varying between 3k to 15k, she recently reached 8k followers so she has an event open that I’m excited to read! I, however, am in love with Ravishing Allure, a Nikto x fem!reader soulmate AU.

If you want some good Angst, I’d recommend @peachesofteal, especially Dead Disco, a beautiful piece of Angst with enough of Fluff to make sure your heart doesn’t shatter.

@ghouljams writes a lot of AUs, like, a lot, and they’re all increasingly written and explored. Some might be short and others medium length, but they are really good.

And on the topic of drabbles and short pieces, there’s @frogchiro and her AUs, her hybrids, God of War!Ghost, or her Colonel König.

@charliemwrites is someone I recently followed and she gave me some intense brain rot with her Woof woof Johnny, Charmed Slasher GHost, childhood friend Simon and Rabid reader.

Finally there’s @placeinthemiddleofnowhere’s Reign Down on Me, it’s a handler!Ghost x wolf hybrid!reader. You should go check her out on tumblr or AO3, I enjoyed reading it.

These are all that I have on the top of my mind at the moment, there are a lot more talented writers that I haven’t named or found, but here are my subjections! I’m open to other stuff, if you have other suggestions, the more the merrier in writing, no?

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tuttifuckinfruttifriday · 2 years

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Slashers and Horror Characters SoulmateAU

:Where you get your soulmate's scars(pt2)

part 1 here

Warnings: scars, kinda angsty?, ooc Pinhead

Characters: Brahms and Pinhead

Soulmate AU Masterlist

Just to clarify:Pinhead's 'scars' are wounds on him, but let's say it's still scars(you've got the lines where is nails are on his face)

A/N: I'm getting back into writing, yay

Brahms Heelshire

Since he's kinda still a child, Brahms obviously still thinks about the soulmate thing, but what he really didn't like about it was that you'd have his scars. He felt pretty guilty about them, and thought that you would look ugly with half your body scarred. So, he thought that he might feel less attracted to you. It was pretty much the opposite, he'd realize once he sees you entering the Heelshire mansion.

He thought you'd have something covering the other half of your face, but you clearly didn't, and didn't seem bothered by it as you talked with his parents, the latters smiling sadly at you. It certainly wasn't random that they'd picked you, they'd been almost a hundred percent sure that you were Brahms' soulmate, you unfortunately didn't know it atm.

He tried to wait a bit, not wanting to scare you, but he couldn't hold himself. That's why as soon as one day passed, you started hearing the strange noises in the wall. The day later, you found him sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, his mask off and his gaze on the floor as he waited for your reaction, wondering if you'd scream, run off, or try to call the cops even though he made sure to cut the phone's cord.

You and Malcom had joked about you being Brahms soulmate after he told you about what happened, and the nanny situation. You had immediately thought about the fact that it was really strange that the Heelshire hire nannies for a doll, you knew something was up.

Brahms was taken aback when he heard your inhale, then saw you eyeing the burnt half of his face, mostly hidden by his curls.

''B-Brahms...?'' Your voice definitely took him by surprise as he looked up, watching you carefully coming closer to him, then surprisingly sit beside him.

His body had tensed, his shoulders almost up to his cheeks, until one of your shaky hands gently came to craddle the damaged side of his face, turning it towards yours. Your hand was surprisingly cold, which almost made him lean his warm face in it.

''..Hi..'' Your eyes locked with his, a small soft smile on your lips. ''..soulmate...''

Pinhead

He obviously didn’t care, didn’t even think/give a flying shit about his soulmate.

He never really thought about his soulmate, not when people didn’t mention it. He honestly didn’t believe he even had one, because he became a cenobite and everything he did.

Maybe how you’d meet would be with you opening the box. As soon as him, Deepthroat, Butterball and Chatterer appear, he'd be taken aback for (almost?) the first time in his cenobite life. He'd be a lost for words, speechless. Which would make his sidekicks(?) the same way.

He could feel his inner human take place as his body would soften, seeing the fear in your eyes as his dark and usually cold ones looked at the visible familiar scars on your face. For once, he didn't feel pity as he looked at a human, he almost felt.... sad?? guilty???? Those emotions almost scared him.

He'd spare you, and would kill anything and anyone who would try and do you harms. He'd probably lock you away too, since I don't think he'd try and make you one of them. You're the only real good thing in his life, and he'd make sure to cherish you, even if it's totally out of character for him.

You'd actually kind of become his pet in a way... take that in anyway you want it.

#brahmsy #brahms heelshire x reader #pinhead #pinhead x reader #soulmate!au #soulmate au #slasher soulmate au #horror #scars

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abibliophobiaa · 8 months

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Eddie Munson

series:

begin again — a few years after the events of season four, you move to hawkins and start up your grandfather’s old coffee shop. you find yourself quickly falling for the grumpy bartender across the parking lot at the hideout. four seasons in the life of eddie and r as they navigate love after grief. grumpy x sunshine; bartender!eddie; fem!reader. 18+

daylight — you’ve never been one for love. especially after your last round with it. halloween rolls around and in comes eddie munson. he’s only in town for a couple days, you’re looking for no strings, and chances are you’ll never see him again anyway. easy, right? at least, until you end up with an unexpected party favor. accidental pregnancy; forced proximity; strangers to lovers; fem!reader. 18+

talking in your sleep — it’s summer of 1986. nothing weird ever happens in hawkins, until now. summer slasher au; fem!reader. 18+.

stuck in a moment — you relive the worst day of your life over and over again, and maybe you’ll get it right this time. best friends to lovers; time loop au. 18+.

i will wait — you find yourself as rockstar eddie munson’s new assistant. spoiler alert: he’s the worst. 90s soulmate au; fem!reader. 18+.

one-shots/blurbs:

a series of interconnected family one-shots

you grieve the loss of eddie after season four, and he comes back not as you expected

you and eddie attend a wedding together as friends and ‘fake dates’ (18+)

vampire eddie is a little hungry and he can’t wait to get home to have you (18+)

vampire eddie comes to you after a concert (18+)

eddie comforts you after a nightmare

you daydream about eddie over ice cream with some friends (18+)

you spend your last day on earth with the love of your life

eddie is patient as you figure out what you want

mechanic eddie asks you on a date

you and your rockstar ex boyfriend reunite on a snowy day (18+)

steddie:

events:

luna’s 14 days of halloween

page still under construction 🚧 (I still need to grab the rest of the fics I’ve written)

#Eddie Munson Masterlist

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 5 months

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Hi for the Soulmate Au could I request Bo Sinclair for this prompt please - You can hear your soulmate's voice in your head only when they're singing

Here's your fic, I hope you enjoy dear anon

Song Bird

Bo Sinclair x reader

Gender neutral reader

Soulmate AU where you can hear your soulmate's voice in your head whenever they sing.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Bo being Bo I guess, mentions of his childhood trauma, I couldn't decide which retention of the song that I wanted to refer to in this so I picked both.

Bo remembered hearing growing up that soulmates came to each person in their own ways. He never really paid no attention to the stories to begin with, especially after asking about the ideal of soulmates to his mother when he was five years old, only giving Bo a harsh laugh before telling her son that he will never have a soulmate that will love him.

The combination of being a natural skeptic towards subjects like soulmates and how his parents constantly will tell Bo growing up that monsters like him don't deserve to have a soulmate caused Bo to avoid the subject altogether.

He never truly believed in the tales and stories from the people he grew up with until he heard his soulmate's voice when he was 17. The songs started with old church hymns that he remembered hearing throughout his childhood during Sunday church.

The voice he heard singing made the lyrics have a haunting atmosphere, as if the person he's hearing- his soulmate was hiding years of pain behind the melodic songs. It was too real for him hearing the singing of his soulmate fill his mind.

At first, Bo was rather annoyed with hearing the hymns as he's trying to listen to his small radio. Behind his initial annoyance was the fact that he had to deal with the fact that somewhere in this world, he has a soulmate and they could hear each other sing.

As the years went by, Bo could hear you sing more. From their various rock out to whatever rock mix tape they had, all the way to songs that he's never even heard of. Bo found those times where he hears the singing to be calming to him, giving him a sense of peace.

It was early one afternoon when Bo heard the voice sing. He was in the garage, piddling with a recent attraction's vehicle when he started hearing the singing. It was louder than usual, almost as if the source of the singing was haunting his brain. He tried to move on with his day, attempting to ignore the singing.

The phone from the garage started ringing, quietly startling Bo from his focus on the singing. He quickly wiped his hands with a grease rag before walking to the wall phone, picking it up. It was Lester informing him that there's a new arrival that just entered town. After hanging up, Bo decided to see if he could find the person and lure them.

The normally dead street made Bo more hyper aware of the singing he's hearing, he could hear the faint notes of a piano playing coming from the church. He quietly walked towards the entrance of the church. The singing became louder as he tried to resist the urge to sing the song with the voice.

Bo enters the church quietly, seeing the back of your body as you sat on the piano bench. Your black shirt and blue jeans was what Bo was mostly able to see as he made his way through the isle in the middle of the pews. His nerves filled his body as the temptation to sing with you grew louder and more intense.

He was right behind you just as you were going to finish the song. Bo gave into the intense temptation and sung the last few words with you. You quickly took your hands off the piano jumped just as you were about to finish the final word, causing you to look into Bo's eyes in a startled worry.

"I'm begging you please wake me up, In all my dreams I...."

#queendeeshorrorimagines #slasher imagines #bo sinclair imagines #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #gender neutral reader #soulmate au request #slashers imagines #dees sweet tea #anon ask

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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What soulmate AU for which slasher ?

First sentence on your wrists with Ghostface:

On your wrist: "You gonna die tonight, love"

On their wrist: "And fuck, of course my soulmate is a serial killer"

(First discussion over a phone call of course).

Seeing colours for the first time with Tommy:

You didn’t think red would be the first colour you'd ever see.

He didn't think he would ever see colours in his life at all. And you are the brightest thing that ever happened to him, in every ways.

Sharing the same mark with Tiffany:

You were having a sexy shower with her when you both noticed the same little mark on your skin.

And everything made so much sense, especially how quickly you fell for each other.

Feeling each other emotions and physical pains with Jason:

You always knew your soulmate wasn't living a peaceful existence.

But you were both shocked when you felt the knife you stabbed into his side like it was yours and when he felt his hand around your neck like it was his.

After that, he tried to be more careful when he was killing people, so his pain wouldn't be yours.

You can’t hurt or kill each other with Michael:

Michael was about to kill you because you were on his way. Very confused when he realised he just physically couldn't.

On the other hand, you were very glad about it. (You started to like to tease him about it. It always makes him grumpy, though).

Touching/hearing/seeing each other for the first time and realising you are soulmates with Candyman:

You heard his deep and riche voice and knew who he was to you. You were in trance.

He saw your eyes and he never thought he would so deeply fall in love for anyone. All his past was forgotten.

Sharing scars with Bo:

Vincent was about to tie you up to a chair in his basement when he saw the scars on your wrists. Such a familiar sight so he brought you to his brother instead of killing you.

Bo kissed your wrists every morning and every night. His anger calmed down because you didn't leave his side from that day.

Dreaming of each other with Freddy:

Freddy was very unhappy and confused to see you walking in his world without being in danger.

He was totally pouting when you started to be able to control his dreams. He guessed he had found his own divinity.

#ghostface x s/o #ghostface x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x s/o #tiffany valentine x reader #tiffany valentine x s/o #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x s/o #michael myers x s/o #michael myers x reader #candyman x reader #candyman x s/o #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x s/o #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger x s/o #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Yandere! Scaramouche x fem!reader. College AU (by request of sorts from @that-one-gay-writer1227. They really said they really liked College AU Scara) Smut. Halloween themed. Chase in the woods. Obsessive behavior. Possessive!Scaramouche. Choking. Praise. Degradation. Outdoor sex at night. I think I covered it all.

Tagging @xxventiswindblumexx cause smut soulmate <3

When you asked him to go to the haunted attraction the campus set up every year for Halloween with you, he'd told you it was stupid. He asked you what the point was. You said the idea was to have fun and get scared. He'd been all set to shut you down and spend the night watching horror movies with you.

Until you said that Halloween was your favorite holiday.

Now Scaramouche couldn't say no.

So here he was, standing in line with you and one of your friends, who came with her boyfriend from the campus choir class. At least that was what you told him. He didn't expect the gaggle of geese that followed you around the equestrian facility to come along. Uninvited.

Scaramouche had a glare reserved for each one of them. They were intruding on his time with you. He even considered paying off the stupid brats so they would leave. Your friend and her boyfriend were going to leave you alone since this was a date for them too.

Putting arm around you, he pulled you against him, inhaling your scent. He'd taken great care in making sure your clothes smelt like him, unmistakable to anyone breathing near you. He sprayed your perfume on your clothes to, mingling the two scents together. You even smelt faintly of *sweet fresh hay.

Even making sure it smelt faintly like cigarettes, weed and leather. It was a further sign of possessive dominance.

All scents you loved and made you feel comfortable. Damn it, he really does love you.

It started off exactly like he knew he it would. People jumping out and trying to scaring everyone. Screaming people and shrill laughing. Scaramouche swore he thought his ears were going to bleed. Until he watched how you were acting.

You having fun, but not in the way everyone else was. No, you were having fun in a different way. A way that captivated him. And excited him.

Scaramouche watched you approach someone who was overacting. He thought he recognized from some classes or another but he couldn't be sure. He was dressed as the stereotypical chainsaw welding horror movie characters. It was easy to see where they got the inspiration for the costume, seeing as how he watched a few movies from the franchise with you. You were picky about your slasher movies. You preferred more supernatural horror than anything.

You calmly approached what's his name, smiling somewhat at him, completely unfazed by him being in character.

He loved that you seemed so fearless and unfazed. Of course, why would you be easily rattled? You navigated a very hateful creature who outweighed out by a thousand pounds at least around a course of jumps with more than five or six feet in height. He'd never seen anything like it before. Your posture always perfect and straight, your eyes focused ahead but around you at the same time, looking for anything that might disrupt you. The tedious multitasking almost seemed unreal to him everytime he watched. Watched more often than not with jealousy. Jealousy that you weren't riding him instead.

Scaramouche enjoyed seeing you act this way. But here is where it got unfortunate for the other boy. He knew no one was supposed to touch anyone during this. But Scaramouche still felt threatened. No one was allowed to touch you. Ever. Only he was allowed. Platonic hugs with your friends who were girls were the only thing acceptable to him.

So when Scaramouche felt that this poor unfortunate fellow got too close to you, his life flashed before his eyes. He couldn't decide who scared him more. Not only was he unnerved by your reaction to him, but Scaramouche was staring into his eyes with a look that he had never seen before.

One that made his blood run cold. It was a dark, possessive look, one with cold rationality. It said if you even think about touching what's mine, I will end you.

Scaramouche put his hands on your shoulders to further push his point. Mine. Not yours. All mine.

He suddenly felt an interesting reaction that quivered through your body. He felt it vibrate against his fingers like electricity. Scaramouche had startled you. And you smiled, like you were aroused.

He had to be sure. Scaramouche could read your body like a book. But he wanted to test his theory. His fingers itched to. He waited for you to relax and continue passing everyone trying to scare you by, giving them a wave or reminding some of them that a paper was due in a few days. There was that disgusting consideration for other people showing again. Why were you like that? He didn't understand.

Scaramouche capitalized on your letting your guard down when you came to a room with a wooden owl on the table. "Aww, look at the cute owl!" The girl jumped out from under the table. You screamed, blushing embarrassed but you were only startled.

Not scared.

"Boo," he whispered in your ear, suddenly wrapping his arms around you. You jumped, giggling. Since it was dark, the air hanging cloudy from a fog machine and flashing lights, Scaramouche groped you discreetly, making you whimper. "You are getting off on me scaring you, aren't you," he whispered, his fingers brushing against one of your nipples for a moment before anyone noticed.

Why not wind you up more? Make you cave a little faster before he fucked you tonight.

Rinse and repeat until you reached the end of the of the maze in the woods. He scared you a little more each time. You were wet by the time you said goodnight to everyone and started to walk back to the dorms with him.

"You wanna try something that I think you'll like, and one I will enjoy?" He poised the question with anticipation.

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" You replied, feeling suspicious. Scaramouche had made it evident that he was only tolerating tonight because you enjoyed Halloween. So why wasn't he grumbling about how long it took or how stupid it had been?

"Let's have some fun. Why don't I chase my little kitten through the woods and catch you. I'm sure you know where this is headed, now get moving. I'm not giving you a headstart," laughing as he tried to grab your hair.

You giggled and yelped, darting around him and running into the woods.

"Here kitty, kitty, I'm coming for you. Your body looks extra soft today, pliable in my hands," Scaramouche called out when he saw you cut a hard left, looking over your shoulder for a moment to see how far behind you he was. Your heart was pounding. The more he called out to you into the night, saying he was getting closer made you feel even wetter. But you weren't going to make it easy for him.

And Scaramouche didn't want you to either. He wanted you to run fast. He knew you were fast. You had to be to deal with horses, especially thinking fast. Which is what you did.

You danced away from him with ease, making it feel impossible for him to reach you. And it turned him on. "Run, run, slut. My hands are going to wrap around your pretty throat when I catch you."

When you showed one second of fatigue, your ankle rolled out from under you, making you trip. You tried to scramble to your feet but you just weren't fast enough. Or maybe you wanted to be caught.

"Gotcha!" Scaramouche exclaimed, laughing as he grabbed your ankle, dragging you back down onto the ground. Pinning you down, he put a knee between your legs.

You mewled, your body immediately going limp underneath him. "Ha! You were always the best at submitting to me in every way," he rubbed his knee roughly between your legs, feeling your arousal dampening against your pants onto his knee. "I knew you were getting off on me scaring you. You are absolutely wet and no doubt throbbing for me."

Scaramouche pressed a thumb down on your windpipe, smirking when you struggled to moan as the air was cut off from your lungs gradually. He unbuttoned your pants and thrust two fingers inside of you. "You really are a slut for me! I don't have to prepare you. Your pussy is going to swallow my cock well, you are that wet."

You moaned, grinding desperately into his fingers. He held your legs open when you tried to close them around his arm for more friction. Your fingernails clawed at his arm, your body twitching from harsh stimulation.

Scaramouche took his thumb from your windpipe, his hand tearing your shirt and your bra as he did away with your pants and your panties. He shivered when he saw just how wet you were. Your slick was shining wet in the moonlight. He licked his lips.

"Go on, kitten! Tell them all who pleases you like this! And you'd better call me Master, slut. I own everything about you!" He glared down at you, his eyes hazy with a feral lust.

You cried out in pleasure when Scaramouche roughly thrust inside of you, snapping his hips to bottom out against your cervix. "Go on! Say it! Tell them who is fucking you dumb! Did I stutter, slut?!"

AH! AH! It's you, Master! It's you, Scaramouche!" You cried out, digging your fingernails into his back.

Grunting, he moaned huskily in your ear, his pace ruthless and rough. His fingers dug into your hips. Each thrust practically made you see stars. He kissed you roughly, growling as he licked inside of your mouth, curling his tongue around yours.

Scaramouche grinded his teeth harshly against your lower lip as he reluctantly pulled away. Panting, he squeezed your throat, making your body jolt with with pleasure.

His thrusts remained frenzied, but they turned sloppy the more your walls clamped around his cock. The more he squeezed the tighter you felt. Hissing in pain, he pried one of your hands from his back. He put it against your clit. "Rub yourself while I cum inside of you," he ordered, his eyes transfixed on his cock sliding in and out of your cunt, your fingers circling your clit desperately trying to chase the high you felt building up in your core.

"Fuck, I am cumming.." Scaramouche babbled, releasing his hold on your throat. His cock twitched inside of you. You gasped when your felt his cum spill inside of you. The feeling of him cumming and rubbing your clit ushered in your orgasm.

Snatching your hand, he licked your fingers, fucking you through your orgasm. When he was satisfied, he collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck. You stroked his hair to calm him down.

"You tore my shirt and broke my bra," you giggled, making him scoff against your neck as he nuzzled his cheek against your jaw.

"So what? You threw your jacket over there," he pointed in the direction where it lay a few feet away without picking his head up.. "I would've taken off your jacket myself. I don't want any assholes leering at what's mine. You belong to me, remember."

"Of course, dear. That fact will never change," you replied, rubbing your fingers against his scalp.

Scaramouche laughed softly, lifting your body so he hold you against him, his fingers stroking behind your ear. "Damn right it won't."

*fresh hay smells really good.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #suzu after dark

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