#vile vermin

[macattackz]

Vermin Refs!

#art #myart #oc #vermin #vile vermin #verminsocs #vermins vile ventures #vermins ocs #bug #louse #head louse #lice #head lice #bug man #clay fighter #ref #character reference

[heliinx]

The Thirteen Claw -- Barony of the Damned

#warhammer fantasy #skaven #the verminous ratmen and all their vile kin (official content);

[fountainpenguin]

I like how as much as Snaptrap despises the Chameleon, he just kinda...

“You know what buddy you’re too pure for this why don’t you sit this one out.”

#And the implication is that Leon batted him off because a few seconds later his hand is down again #''Snaptrap I'm a grown man I can handle this'' #Homies of horror #Spy dog show #screenshots #A Doomed Christmas #Lonely lizard #Vile Verminous

[madewithxrage]

#moodboard #museboard #4 #vermin&vile #my moodboards #my edits #not my pictures #just my edits #my museboards #aesthetics #music #madewithxrage #lady rage #character studies #】♛≠↭↭↭ never be like queue

[hurthermore]

»»------► 𝙰 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 (18+) - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎

✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎 ✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚘 ✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 ✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 ✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 ✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡 ✦ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ✦ 𝙰𝙾𝟹 ✦

Pairing: 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary: 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘.

Word Count: 𝟻.𝟽𝚔

Warnings: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝

A/N: 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚊𝚑. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜; 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚔 𝙸'𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛?? 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈

𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚎!

You contemplated Alastor’s question as you laid in your bed.

“Why are you wedded to a man you hate?”

His words seemed to swirl like a vortex within the constraints of your mind throughout the entirety of the night as your husband’s disgusting touch held tight against your skin. It plagued your brain; seeping the sensation of guilt throughout your veins as you kept replaying the events that happened after he had asked that ridiculous question.

“Don’t spout nonsense.” You had spat at him; a natural reflex to conceal the truth. “I love my husband; and I don’t need you falsifying information.” A lie that departed right through your teeth. But in that moment, you couldn’t stand how easily he had uncovered how you truly felt about your vile husband within two meetings. “It’s best if we part here.”

Bringing a hand to your forehead as you heavily regretted leaving him standing on the street as you continued shopping alone, you felt like vermin. It ached your heart how you barely remembered how distraught his tightened smile seemed; almost missing how he attempted to grab your wrist as you walked away.

Why did you do that?

How he had known about your distaste towards your husband, you didn’t know. Were you just that easy to read, or was he just really perceptive? Again, you weren’t sure, but one thing you did know was that you felt remorseful with how you reacted once you returned home. Yet regardless of your regrets, you couldn’t understand why it hurt your caged heart so much that his smile seemed to emit anxiety and dread as you had a go at him for just asking a question. 

It was an invasive question, and a small part of yourself wanted to hate him for figuring it out, but the majority of your heart felt vile for even contemplating hating him.

You didn’t know how you could do that to him. How you could switch up on him in an instance and speak to him like dirt. He didn’t mean anything by asking that question, right?

He was the first person who had tried his best to bond with you since you were forced to wed your husband; in the short time you had known him, he had treated you so sweetly with a delicacy that had your heart racing, and you just had to treat him like that.

You could only compare yourself to your husband as you reflected on how quickly you had gone off on Alastor.

Why did you have to speak like that toward him?

You could only replay the same conversation in your mind as you got ready; for what, you couldn’t remember, Vincent had only demanded that you do as such. Looking at your vanity, you couldn’t seem to find the motivation to cover the now healing blemishes on your skin. You yearned to cry; a frequent occurrence for you. You wanted to see Alastor again, to apologise to him for your stupid tantrum over such a harmless question.

Why were you the way you were?

Ever since you had met Alastor; apart from the first sighting where he essentially stared you down on the street, you had wanted him to be your friend. Your first friend in a long time. You wanted to hear his charming voice again; to see his stupidly weird attractive face again.

Sinking your nails into your skin, you sighed. You needed to rid Alastor from your mind. You wouldn’t see him again until the broadcast, and until then, there was no need in fretting over the event; nor replay it like a mantra within the walls of your skull. 

Sitting up from your vanity, instead of using your usual make-up to cover your blemished skin, you opted for a long sleeved ruffled dress that flowed low against your ankles to cover the damage in its stead. Placing some small heels on your feet, you carefully ambled down the stairs, only to slow your pace as you watched your husband reading the local newspaper whilst he sat in the parlour room; your grip on the bannister tightened in frustration as he looked your way.

“It’s about time you were ready; you could’ve made me late.” You flinched at his oppressive tone. “Fucking women.” The frown on your face only deepened. It was his fault you would be late to wherever he was taking you; he was the one who refused to let you leave the bed until thirty minutes ago. Mumbling an apology, he only walked past you as he made his way towards his car, almost slamming the entryway in your face as you paced behind him quickly.

Attempting to ignore his aggressive tone, you sat in the passenger seat before your husband began to drive you towards god knows where. It was rare for Vincent to take you out; and similarly to whenever guests came over, he only took you places when he knew it would benefit him or his business. 

Like you were his accessory.

“You’d better start smiling, doll. Or else.” Vincent brought you away from your thoughts as you nodded silently. Plastering on a fake smile to appease him, he only rolled his eyes before continuing driving.

As you let your deceptive smile tilt down, you wondered if Alastor would treat you differently if he was your husband.

“You know, doll.” You flinched as your husband spoke up again, causing you to completely forget about your strange thought about Alastor before you could even question yourself about it. “You still haven’t given me a child yet.” Your entire body stiffened as those words left his mouth.

Not this again; anything but this.

“But that’s fine. We’ll just keep trying again; tonight, even.” The top of your teeth bit into your bottom lip as the sensation of the salted water behind your eyes threatened to cascade down your face due to his dreaded promise. Not again. You had only just started to heal up.

Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

Looking over at him, your whole face seemed to blink along with your eyes, almost appearing uncanny as all you could focus on was the steering wheel; your mind contemplating forcing the car to crash into something, anything. If you could only just touch the steering wheel, you could end both of your lives right now.

Then you wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Vincent’s harsh voice brought you out of dissociation again as you saw your hand attempting to reach out toward the steering wheel. Quickly, you placed your hand on top of his, caressing his repulsive knuckles as you tried to cover up whatever just happened to you.

Your intrusive thoughts of murdering him were becoming worse. 

“I… I’m still sore, Vincent. Can’t we wait..?” His eyes glanced at you as he took in your begging expression, your fingers rubbing against his hand as you pleaded non verbally for him to just not touch you for one night.

Just one night without his touch. That’s all you wanted.

Turning his focus back onto the road, he only scoffed. “You can take it, doll. Just like you always do.” Instantly, you removed your hand away from him and laid it into your lap. Of course he wouldn’t give the mercy of one night without his grubby hands all over you. 

You were stupid to even of hoped for such a thing.

You didn’t want this; you never did. And him only stating what he was going to do to you embedded an all too familiar fear into you that would hover around like a parasite on your back until he finally finished what was to transpire later. 

You dreaded it; dreaded the thoughts of him assaulting you again. It made you want to rip out your hair, tear the skin off your face, break every bone in your body.

Maybe then he would stop touching you.

Blinking rapidly as your husband's fingers began snapping in front of your face as if you were some type of dog, you turned your direction toward him with a blank expression. “We're here, get it together, doll.” He ordered before he left the car.

Glaring at him, you opened your own car door, stepping out as you took in the sight of the building you were parked in front of.

Oh no.

You stared at the corrugated steeled words that spelt out ‘Radio Station’ at the top of the large building, the same one that held a radio mast that towered over every other establishment around it.

Was today Friday?

You don’t remember it being Friday.

Why didn’t you remember today was Friday?

Trembling as you tried to accept that you’d be facing Alastor today, you panicked. You hadn’t thought of what to say to him; nor the best way to apologise. You didn’t even know if he still wanted you here to begin with.

He probably wouldn’t.

Not after how you stormed off on him.

He probably thought you were pathetic.

Yelping as your husband grabbed your arm, pulling you alongside him as he walked toward the two large entry doors, he whispered in your ear. “If you keep acting like theres nothing in that fucking skull of yours, then I’m going to make tonight that much harder for you.”

Slowly nodding your head, you began to walk with him instead of against him, forcing yourself to be on alert as you walked through the doors. You couldn’t help the anxiety that washed over you. Would Alastor act differently around you? Did he hate you? Would he tell your husband that you had spent time with him yesterday? 

You hoped all the answers to those questions would be no.

Watching as Vincent spoke to the formally dressed woman who sat at the reception desk, you felt a shock of energy piercing through you; sending a pleasant and familiar sensation down your spine. Tearing your gaze to the left, you saw the man who you couldn’t stop thinking about. Standing deep within the well lit corridor, he smiled at you with a grin that you would’ve found absolutely terrifying if you hadn’t acquainted yourself with him already. 

Alastor. 

As you gazed at him, you couldn’t prevent your expression from softening as he stared at you with that stupid smile you knew only he could pull off. All the anxiety you had built up, all the thoughts of what Vincent was going to do to your body later only vanished as Alastor slowly approached you; holding a bouquet that weren’t filled with just one type of flower, but an assortment of red carnations, red gardenias, and red roses.

You didn’t like how your heart ached as you contemplated who those flowers were for.

Yet as quick as the thought of him gifting another person some flowers pierced your heart, it mended almost instantaneously as he stood before you, pointing the bouquet directly toward you, causing you to fluster up; looking almost dumbstruck as you held eye contact with him. “For you, darling.”

Before you could even begin to wonder why on earth he was gifting you flowers after what had transpired yesterday, your husband's grating voice perked up, forcing your demeanour to flatten like a punctured tire. “There you are, Alastor!” Vincent essentially pushed you aside as he positioned himself in front of the radio host.

You watched as Alastor’s smile almost snarled. “Vincent. Lovely to see you, ol’ chap, but it's quite ill-mannered to interrupt, isn’t it?” Your body could only tense as you heard how furious Alastor sounded as he spoke through almost clenched teeth. It sent sensations through you that were the complete opposite to how Vincent’s agitated tone affected you. Whilst your husband’s aggravated tone always instilled fear into you, the tone that Alastor currently showcased made you feel protected and sheltered. 

It sent a sense of warmth to places you didn’t want to acknowledge.

Feeling a sense of joy and vindication as Vincent’s expression tugged at the muscles beneath his hypodermis, you wanted to laugh; to relish in how easy it was for Alastor to make him act like a recreant. Even if you knew Vincent only cowered for the betterment of his business, it still felt so good watching him be the one forced into a position of obedience and submission.

As Vincent apologised with a knitted brow, Alastor turned to face you again, his expression penitent as he offered you the bouquet of flowers once more. You could feel your husband’s enraged aura flow through the air as your hands reached for the bouquet, brushing the skin of your fingertips against Alastor’s rough yet silked hands. You couldn’t help how your heart raced, how flushed you felt just from the gesture; yet at the same time, it doused you in guilt. 

Why was he offering you flowers with his eyes filled with remorse?

Wasn’t it you who was to be the guilty one?

But you didn’t ask; wouldn’t ask. Not until Vincent left you alone with him. “They’re beautiful; thank you, Alastor.” You smiled, genuinely. Giving him a look of adoration without realising it. 

“Well, I did pick them whilst thinking of you, my darling!” He laughed to himself, making you shift awkwardly as you felt your husband’s looming presence beside you.

You could sense he was fuming from this interaction.

“Lovely that you got my wife some flowers, Alastor.” Vincent spoke with a false jest; you could hear the subtle venom laced within his voice.

“Well someone has to!” As Alastor responded, you could swear that his canine teeth were one of the sharpest sets you’ve seen throughout your lifetime. “That house of yours needs some plantation in it to liven it up!”

Vincent only chuckled with an undertone of frustration before he looked toward you. “Yes, well… I think it best we put them in our room, right, doll?”

No. Is what you wanted to say; you didn’t want anything that Alastor had gifted you to enter that disgusting room where most of your husband’s abuse took place. Didn’t want to sully it’s purity with vile things. But you nodded reluctantly; agreeing with your husband's coercive demands.

“Well!” Alastor almost shouted, startling you from your thoughts. “How about we practise this promotion before we go live?” Vincent agreed with smugness as you trailed behind the two men in front of you. Zoning out from Vincent leading the conversation with the taller male, you awed at the well made framed posters that hung on the walls throughout the building; all of them unique, starring each individual radio host who had ever performed for the station you currently walked within. 

You noticed how quite a few of them featured Alastor.

How had you never heard of him before? Sure, from the past year you knew it was due to Vincent not permitting you any media output to reach your eyes or ears; he very rarely allowed you to read the bloody newspaper. The only thing you had read from the local news was about the ongoing murders that had taken place by an unknown killer. But before Vincent, how had you never heard of Alastor? If the posters were anything to go by, he seemed rather popular.

You wondered what would've happened if you had met Alastor before Vincent was forced upon you.

Shaking your head slightly, you gazed up as Alastor stopped in front of a door that had unlit words above it that spelt out ‘On Air” before he opened it, holding it for you and your husband to enter. As you followed behind Vincent, Alastor closed the door behind you before resting his large hand against the small of your back. Away from your husband's gaze. You could only jolt with a strange sense of delight as you looked up at him.

Why was he always so touchy with you? Surely he knew how provocative it was, placing his hands all over you; a married woman.

Why did that make you feel heated?

Why was he touching you and gifting you flowers when you had treated him so poorly the day before?

He was acting as if it never happened.

Looking back at the flowers in your hands, you wanted to hide your face in them as Alastor gazed at you with tenderness wisped within his eyes. But as soon as his hand touched you, it left along with the moment as your husband turned around. You could only keep your flustered expression hidden from Vincent behind a blank expression and a tight smile.

As you subtly fanned yourself off as Alastor began explaining to Vincent what he was to do during the live broadcast, you took in the environment of the broadcasting studio. You could tell it was expensive just by the type of wood that held all the metalised equipment filled with buttons and dials alone. And as you stood there, you couldn’t stop twiddling your fingers into the bouquet whilst you contemplated what you were to do; there wasn’t anywhere else to sit but the two one seaters positioned next to the microphones, and they were being currently occupied by your husband and Alastor.

You didn’t know how much time had passed as you stood there, staring at different parts of the room, but it was long enough for you to take note of every slight damage within the ceiling. And as Vincent walked past you, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you watched him leave the room. 

Where was he going?

Should you follow him?

As if sensing your unease, Alastor spoke up. “He’s just going to the restroom darling. You can relax.” Looking back at the smiling handsome man who sat at the table filled with broadcasting equipment, he leaned his head against his hand before speaking again. “I apologise for leaving you standing there holding my gift, darling. Your husband wouldn’t shut up.” Offering him a soft chuckle, you made your way over to him as he proposed you set the flowers down on the table. Looking at him as you placed the bouquet down, Alastor grasped your hand within his before he pulled you closer toward him.

Indecent. Was your initial thought as Alastor guided you to stand between his legs whilst caressing your palm with his thumb. As he looked up at you from his sedentary position, your heart began to ache again. You still needed to apologise; perhaps this was the best moment for it.

“I’m sorry, darling.” You stilled as you heard Alastor’s voice be the one to say the words you wished to say to him. 

“Don’t be ridiculous; I should be the one apologising.” You spoke softly, hiding the confusion that doused you. It didn’t make sense to you that Alastor had apologised to you. He had nothing to be sorry for; you were the one who acted pathetically over a simple question.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my darling. I overstepped.” Why did it feel as though you were making up with a lover after a spat? You hardly knew this man; yet you allowed him to caress you and speak to you in such ways that would make any outsider believe you were having an affair with him.

“And I may have overreacted.” You whispered before you sat down in the empty seat behind you; Alastor’s hand still embracing yours.

“It wouldn’t have bothered me if you had screamed at me darling; just don’t ever walk away from me like that again.” His voice was dripped in adoration throughout his sentence until his last few words; they turned sour, almost possessive, angry in a way - yet somehow it made you want to obey him; to be owned by him.

Why did you oddly like the idea of Alastor owning you?

The heart within your rib cage began to thump far too fast for your liking as the thought entered your mind; your lips began to part as you tried to pant away the heat that ensued.

You watched as Alastor leaned toward you. “You still haven’t answered my question, darling. Not truthfully at least.”

“What question?” You tilted your head to the side.

“Why are you wedded to a man you hate?”

Your mouth gaped as your eyes downcast. “Because I have no choice.” You told him as truthfully as you could, stating how it was an arranged marriage; leaving out the fact that Vincent had out right bought you. And then you had lied, falsifying how it was easier to just stay with your husband, to be content with how life had turned out for you as divorce wasn’t something you could legally file for, being a woman in the 1920s and all. Mumbling your words as you asked him who would want you after you had been defiled by your husband if you did eventually leave him.

You said anything to prevent having to admit you only stayed due to the fear of your husband beating you into your own funeral.

Watching Alastor’s smile strain, you swore he said something underneath his breath, but before you could ask him to repeat himself, you heard the door rattle open; forcing you to snatch your hands away from the radio host before you got caught leaning into his touch more than you should have.

As Vincent walked in, he glared at you; looking at you as if you had fucked up. Instantly, you stood up from the chair a bit too frantically for your liking, missing how confused Alastor looked from how quickly you had left his side.

You felt overwhelmed in that moment; Alastor making your heart pump theatrically, Vincent almost catching you holding another man's hand, and having him be oppressively angry with you for sitting next to Alastor in the first place; it was too much.

“You sure are jumpy aren’t you darling?” Alastor spoke up. You felt yourself tense up as you pleaded for Alastor to shut up in your head. 

What if he accidently spilled something that made Vincent even more angry?

Was Alastor just luring you into a sense of safety before he crumbled it down just as your husband frequently did to you?

Why was Vincent’s mouth moving?

Why couldn’t you hear anything?

Why could you only hear static ringing all around you?

“I was only showing this little darling how the dials work, chum! No need to be so invasive.” The ringing halted as you heard those words leave Alastor’s mouth.

Of course he would cover for you.

You were scum for doubting him in the first place, weren’t you?

Looking back to Alastor, your mind fell silent as you saw his glared expression toward your husband switch to one of peace and content as his eyes fell back onto you.

Flinching as Vincent moved around you to sit in the now empty chair, you watched Alastor’s smile twitch in disgust.

Maybe you should have asked Alastor why he hated your husband too.

Gripping your own wrist, you began scratching at the skin above your ulna due to how awkward the air felt. “When do you go live?” You asked almost solemnly. 

Alastor took in your expression before he picked a gold plated pocket watch out from the chest pocket on his waistcoat. “In about ten minutes darling.”

You didn’t know if you could handle being in this room for any longer.

“Doll, why don’t you go and wait in the reception area until we’re done; I dread you having to stand there during it.” Bullshit. You knew that vile thing would relish in watching you awkwardly stand there like some mannequin. But you did want to leave; so with a nod, you quickly left the room, making sure to give Alastor a wave before you disappeared from his and your husbands view.

Leaning against the door, you finally breathed; heaved, almost. You wanted to sleep. The desire to rest was becoming more prominent as the day only seemed to continue to grow more and more overwhelming for you.

Walking towards the reception area, you slowly slumped down onto the hard sofa as you closed your eyes. You felt a huge flickering of conflicting emotions and thoughts surrounding you. You were so tired, exhausted from your husband’s abuse; you always had been, but now it was as if all of his abuse was building up like a bad rash inside of you, and it was breaking you in more ways than even Vincent was intending. 

At the same time, you felt so happy; happy that Alastor had gone out of his way to get you flowers, to apologise to you when you were almost positive he was putting unnecessary blame on himself, how he had held your hand as he listened to you lying about why you wouldn’t leave Vincent. 

You didn’t deserve his friendship, did you?

“Are you okay?” You heard a feminine voice ask. Opening your eyes, you made eye contact with the blonde receptionist from earlier as she stood over you with a worried expression.

“Oh! Uhm,” You quickly sat up straight, feeling embarrassed. She probably thought you were sleeping. “I apologise, am I allowed to sit here?” 

“Of course! Don’t worry; you came to meet Alastor, correct? How come you’re not with him now?" She asked as she sat down beside you. Your heart melted at the kind undertone that spoke throughout her words; words that were fast, rambling almost, like she had so much she wanted to say. 

“He’s broadcasting with my husband, I thought it best to leave them be during.” You explained with a smile.

Her face contorted into confusion as she tilted her head with a bounce. “Huh, if anything, I would’ve thought you were his guest.” You only raised an eyebrow at her as you asked her why she thought as much. “I mean, look at those flowers he gave you! I never thought Alastor would be sweet on someone!” She laughed casually as your heart thumped from the suggestion that Alastor harboured feelings for you. Upturning your eyebrows, you brushed it off as you explained that he only gave them to you due to wanting to apologise, but it sounded as if you were trying to convince yourself more than the woman beside you.

It was impossible for Alastor to feel that way towards you; you were married after all. And who would be idiotic enough to fall for a taken woman? 

Especially one who was as broken as you.

“You don’t know much about the meaning behind flowers, do you?” She smiled as if she knew something you didn’t. Shaking your head, she only smiled further at you; something told you she wanted to expand on her speech, but instead, she jumped as if she had forgotten something. “Oh!” You flinched ever so slightly. “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask; do you want a drink?”

Thinking about it, you did feel parched.

Nodding your head as you told her what drink you’d like, she walked off, promising to be back shortly.

Placing your hands over your heart, you attempted to slow the rapid beating of your heart. It had been so long since you had conversed like that with another woman; it was nice, refreshing, easy. You didn’t even know this woman's name, but you liked her. She seemed sweet; the type of gossip, but sweet.

As you turned your head to look through the window, you wondered why she believed that Alastor felt something for you. The meaning of flowers? You weren’t aware flowers had meanings to them. 

Perhaps you could visit one of those florist shops when Vincent next allowed you to go out.

Hearing clicking of heels coming toward you, you turned your head back around as you gracefully took the drink the receptionist gave you; her face beaming with a smile before she sat back beside you.

Not that you didn’t enjoy her company, but didn’t she need to work?

As the both of you sat there in silence, sipping your drinks, you felt at peace. It was similar to the peace you experienced when you were by Alastors side; yet not quite as protective. “You know,” The woman beside you began, interrupting your thoughts. “Alastor’s show has never had promotional content on it before.” She spoke almost absent-mindedly before she took another sip of her beverage. 

You looked toward her, not really understanding why she was telling you this. “Oh?”

She nudged you with a grin. “Yeah, we have a specific host that puts out all of our promotional content during the mornings and late afternoons; Alastor has no need to provide advertisement.”

That was the last thing you expected to hear.

If what she said was true, then why was Alastor so adamant on doing business with your husband? And why was he attempting to form a friendship with you in the process?

Before you could ask her to explain a bit more, you both jumped as you heard a door shut rather loudly; yet not quite a slam. Hearing the faded out voice of your husband coming closer and closer, you deflated. This would be the end of your conversation.

Turning around to say goodbye to the woman before your husband came over, you had to double take as she wasn’t there; she had moved to the receptionist desk. Narrowing your eyes with a raised eyebrow as she sat there, her face expressed sympathy as she gave you a small wave.

“Come on, doll, we’re leaving.” Vincent huffed as he made his way toward the entry doors.

You were leaving already?

You stood up before Alastor turned around the corner, carrying the flowers you had left in the broadcasting room. Smiling as you saw him, you padded your way towards him with a hop in your step. Approaching him, his smile widened, causing his eyes to crease upward along with it.

“I’d hate for you to leave without my gift, darling” He handed the bouquet back to you as he spoke. Looking into his eyes as his fingers brushed against yours yet again, the receptionist's words swarmed your mind. 

Was Alastor sweet on you?

Before you could respond, Vincent called you out by your name; a warning sign not to disobey him.

Thanking him, you turned around, walking toward your husband with your gifted flowers in hand as Alastor closely walked beside you, brushing your arms against one another as you left the building. Yet a frown etched into your face as your husband's car entered your view.

The memory of Vincent’s earlier promise formed in your mind.

“I’d like to come over on Monday for lunch.” Alastor had stated out loud whilst looking down at you. But even if you wished to, Vincent would’ve heard his request, and therefore would not permit it.

“I’m busy on Monday, Alastor. Another day, perhaps.” Your husband spoke out in a grumble.

So he had thought Alastor was asking him. 

Directing your attention onto Alastor, he rolled his eyes with a smile as he mocked your husband silently; you reciprocated his jabs with your own silent chuckle.

Gesturing for him to lean down to your height as your husband’s back turned toward the two of you whilst he unlocked the car, you placed a hand on his shoulder as he obeyed your silent request. Leaning on the tips of your toes, you whispered in his ear.

“I’ll see you Monday, Alastor.”

Quickly skipping away toward your side of the car so you didn’t get caught by your husband, you began waving at Alastor with your free hand before you entered the vehicle. But you weren’t expecting to see Alastor standing there with his hand covering the lower half of his face as his other hand waved back at you.

Why was Alastor covering his face?

Before you could think any further and inevitably piss your husband off, you sat in your seat; only smiling at Alastor until he left your vision as your husband began driving.

It was an oddly silent drive. One that had you trembling slightly.

Sometimes the silence was worse.

As the roads became more familiar, all you could think about was what Vincent was going to do once you got home. As you glanced at the flowers in your lap, you had hoped it would take your mind off your current thoughts; but it was futile.

Suddenly, you gasped as the flowers were ripped from your hands. Shocked, you turned toward Vincent, who slammed the car door as he stormed inside your home.

You hadn’t even realised you had arrived home.

Fumbling to open the car door, you ran after your husband. “Give them back!” You screamed at Vincent; something you had never accomplished before; but it filled you with a rage you had never felt before as Vincent stole your gift.

A gift from Alastor.

“Excuse me?” Vincent said in a challenging tone. His face looked blown out with rage as he dared you to speak up to him again.

“Give them back.” It wasn’t as harsh as the first time you said it, but your tone stayed stern.

Without thinking you reached for the flowers, grasping onto them as you tried to take them from your husband’s dirty filthy hands.

He didn’t deserve to touch Alastor’s flowers.

Falling back as Vincent pushed you away, he threw them on the floor before stomping all over them; killing every single stem that bloomed an assortment of red petals. 

“You’re never seeing that prick again.” Vincent ordered once he had finished desecrating Alastors gift. “I was stupid to believe you when you told me you didn’t want to fuck him; it’s all over your whoreish face that you want him.”

Even as he spoke, all you could look at; all you could think of was the beautiful flowers that had been crushed before you.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

As Vincent grabbed your wrist with a bone crushing grip, spitting words in your face about how he was going to hurt you, you surprised him and even yourself as you slapped him across the face with a harshness you hadn’t known you harnessed.

Your breath began to heave as he looked at you with an expression that was more vile and disturbing than anything you had witnessed before.

Before you could apologise to him, you blacked out.

The last thing you saw was Vincent hitting you back.

»»------► 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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Pretty Little Liar | Black Butler

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CW: little angst, heavy smut, corruption kink, breeding kink

A/N: yk this was originally drafted for a comfort/fluff and somehow my horny ass made it into my first official smut on my page. Eat well bitches.

Demons need no rest.

Those of which are often spoken of with disdain, cannot feel. They cannot taste what humans think delicious, they have no need for the mundane things such pathetically weak animals cannot survive without.

Their contract's contents vary. Simple things as an assassination to spending an entire human lifetime with someone. Fulfilling their every need, all whilst hiding their satanic facade behind a mask:

A loving husband, a doting father, a caring butler. Each mask carried a new name, a new aesthetic and set of rules to play.

Tonight, he continued his ongoing three years as Sebastian Michaelis, butler to a small and truly incapable child if it wasn't for him. Though, many things in this world, if truly credited. Would belong to his dark and burning world of fire and blood. Demons did not exist to rule over their inferior prey, they were not to mingle with histories unless directly ordered to by their contracts

Nothing, he did was without the rules of his contract. But Sebastian was never one to ignore loopholes. After all, such rules could be boring or too restricting for his liking.

Truly, honest to heaven and hell alike, if any of his kind were to see what he used loopholes and spare time for they would spit in his face and send him back to damnation. An utter laughingstock, a disgrace to the arts of soul cultivation.

His demonic nature, weakened and tweaked by that of whom he was supposed to consume after a goal was met.

Human.

Such a pretty one at that, inside and out. A rare thing to find among specimens. Especially, with a soul begging, calling for him to take as his own.

Sebastian never made double contracts, he didn't like the hassle of pleasing two people at once....in this scenario of course ;)

And yet for you, he would do anything.

For as long as Lord Phantomhive lived, he was free to do and be with you as he pleased. With you the mask fell and revealed his true, playful and cunning self. You never seemed to mind

In fact you relished in it, abused and used it to your pleasure and he would wallow in you over and over. Letting your fragile being wrap and caress his own. In return for protection, sex, love, lies, death.

Whatever you wished for. That would only be fair. A thing he never gave and only demanded to receive. Selfish

And with you he still was, selfish. Sebastian wanted you all to himself. A delicious slice of cake, waiting to be cut into.

With the way you allowed him to split you open, and use you as he pleased after doing what you wished of him.

How beautiful..how foolish to stain your soul with such a vile vermin as himself. Fuck, he loved all of it

Corrupting your pretty head until all you could utter was his given name, relishing in his touch, verbally needing his body, his kisses, his spit, his cum to corrupt you whole until your body became one with his. Until Satan himself planted the seed of damnation deep inside, and Sebastian would spend eternity using, loving and lying to you.

Whatever pretty little lie it would be, you two would exchange empty words, read out a script of new lives in the human world over and over, cultivating a human, ripping into it alongside him..

"S-Sebastian! Seb...ngh.. Sebastian slow down p-please~" You pleaded, tears streaming down your face as you clawed at the hand clutching your throat. Gasping for air yet wanting him to take it from you. your body curling inwards into his hips. Wanting to runaway yet you couldn't... wouldn't move until he filled your little cunt to the brim with his corruption.

You knew what he was. Who he was. Yet that didn't stop you from wanting him in fact you needed his attention more. You demanded more of him, cruelly, lovingly Moreso then that master of his. Yet he didn't seem agitated like with every other living being in his presence

Sebastian almost seemed to enjoy your demands, he found your control over him amusing and he couldn't wait to see what you wanted next. His smug and knowing smiles a complete mockery of you, he knew full well you never were in charge once you were in his chambers

His frustration on everyone else, his need for his master's soul, his desire for your pussy wrapped around his cock, your mouth's snug fit on him. All of it taken out on your delicate body.

His frustration could never be with you. No his pretty princess was too perfect of a specimen for Sebastian to get mad at that's why he was your plaything during the day. Sebastian Michaelis was yours

But at night. During the witching hour you were reduced to a simple fuck toy, a cuddle partner, a friend, a lover, whatever he wanted you for you gave to him. You were his.

Sebastian let go of your reddening throat, and just as he heard you choke out a breath of life, he shoved your face into the pillows, pounding his hips down with all his weight into your quivering hole, muffling your screams into his bed, unused for years and only now did it begin to warm with your body lying next to his after every session.

"My..what a whore ive got all to myself...look at you~"

Sebastian shifted over in the bed and turned you around so you were facing the mirror on his wall. Roughly pulling your head back, wrapping a free arm around your waist as he made you watch yourself be fucked like the toy he loved you for

"You know im a demon, you know once my contract is over ill be done with you just as ill be done with him. My summoning was his doing, and my disappearance will all be his as well. And yet you so eagerly await me here every night for payment of all i do for you."

You heard every word loud and clear, yet as a response you could only babble about how his tip pushing into your g-spot with every thrust felt so good. Truly pathetic

"You like this don't you hmm? Tell me pretty, you like when i come and fuck this hole every night? Fill that pussy of yours full."

He spat dirty words into your ear, and his rough and hard thrusts increased in speed until he had to occupy your mouth with his to muffle your screams as he fucked you stupid.

"More! More please more more more moreee....fuck!" Squealing before growing silent, you trembled as you came, pulsating around him. Knees tingling into numbness.

After a moment of being on cloud nine, you were thrown down onto the bed, Sebastian pulled out and you whimpered at the loss.

Suddenly feeling your leg being yanked open in missionary, Sebastian pulled you to him, pushing your legs up into your chest as he aligned himself with you once more.

Taking away every ounce of rest you might have, every thought became his and nothing in this world was needed more then his cock rutting into you like the animal he was.

Use him, fuck him, love him.

Until lies become truth, love becomes pain, grief into joy, Sebastian be your plaything and you his.

And then he will cease from your life, mere dust in the wind.

A faint and insignificant memory of what could have been.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #Kuroshitsuji sebastian #Sebastian Michaelis #Demon #demon butler #ciel phantomhive #phantomhive family #corruption kink #black butler fanfic #black butler smut #black butler ciel #Sebastian x reader #sebastian michaelis x reader #black butler x y/n #black butler x you #kuroshitsuji x reader #kuroshitsuji x you #kuroshitpost #demon smut #demon slayer #Sebastian smut #fem reader

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Erik + quotes from The Metamorphosis

#it’s about the fact that deep down you are only something vile #it’s the conflict between self disgust and hope #the idea that the world sees you as nothing but vermin — mutant jew or literal . and you try to cling to your humanity in the face of it #but ultimately failing

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100 more trans/genderqueer musicians

a pt.2 to my last post

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Problem Patterns (riot grrl) (x)

Et On Tuera Tous Les Affreux (hardcore punk) (x)

Speedy Ortiz (indie rock) (x)

Foxtails (punk rock) (x)

Come To Ruin (deathrock) (x)

Arabella (hardcore punk) (x)

Flummox (metal) (x)

Dream Sequence (emo, post-hardcore) (x)

Escuela Grind (grindcore, metal) (x)

Buggin (hardcore punk) (x)

The Aquadolls (indie rock) (x)

Vile Creature (black metal) (x)

Caustic Soda (punk) (x)

Go! Child (indie pop) (x)

Tribe 8 (punk rock) (x)

SeeYouSpaceCowboy (hardcore punk) (x)

NARC (hardcore punk, sludge violence) (x)

BRAT (hardcore punk) (x)

[ctrl] (power violence) (x)

Strawberry Milk Cult (punk rock) (x)

.gif from god (metal) (x)

CyberGirlfriend (indie rock) (x)

Vermin Vendetta (metal) (x)

Pretty Frankenstein (glam goth) (x)

Doll Chaser (punk) (x)

RENT STRIKE (folk punk) (x)

Tears for the Dying (goth rock) (x)

Himbo (math rock) (x)

Out of Sight (hardcore punk) (x)

Morta (metal) (x)

Girlpool (indie rock) (x)

Life of Agony (metal) (x)

Mashrou' Leila (indie rock) (x)

Basketball Divorce Court (post punk) (x)

Bad Waitress (art punk) (x)

Rural Internet (hip hop, electronic) (x)

The Crystal Furs (indie pop) (x)

Blind Tiger (hardcore metal) (x)

Atomic Broad (punk) (x)

tote bag (tender punk) (x)

Pansy Prep (indie rock, emo) (x)

UT/EX (metalcore, screamo) (x)

Your Heart Breaks (indie pop) (x)

Yam (punk rock) (x)

K's Choice (rock, alt pop) (x)

Elderberry Industries (noise, synth) (x)

Qi.x (kpop) (x)

The Mermerings (folk punk) (x)

Refractory Period (synthpop) (x)

fenix (rock) (x)

Solo Artists

Tape Girl (hyperpop, ska) (x)

Titica (kuduro, pop) (x)

Lauren Bousfield (synth punk) (x)

Liniker (r&b) (x)

TRVDWIFE (grindcore, cybergrind) (x)

Stomach Book (electronic, indie rock) (x)

Coyote Grace (bluegrass) (x)

Jake Zyrus (r&b, soul) (x)

D'Nayzja (hyperpop, electronic) (x)

Adeem the Artist (country) (x)

Renee Goust (pop, cumbia) (x)

Linn Da Quebrada (club, Brazilian funk) (x)

The Reverent Marigold (folk) (x)

Çağla Akalın (arabesque) (x)

Jessie Chung (Malaysian pop) (x)

Spike Fuck (post-punk, smackwave) (x)

Shea Diamond (soul, r&b) (x)

Vivek Shraya (pop, dance) (x)

Mocchi (folk, alt rock) (x)

SuperKnova (indie pop) (x)

Creep-P (hyperpop) (x)

Aljas (rap) (x)

Sylvia Baudelaire (rap) (x)

London Jade (hip-hop, rap) (x)

Susy Shock (tango) (x)

Slugwife (hyperpop) (x)

Jupiter Fiction (singer-songwriter) (x)

Mrs. Yéyé (punk) (x)

Lady Charles (glam rock) (x)

Mily Taormina (indie) (x)

Dope Saint Jude (rap, hip-hop) (x)

Imbi the Girl (hip-hop, rap) (x)

187 (drum'n'bass) (x)

zombAe (experimental hip hop, electronic) (x)

The Official Bard of Baldwin County (folk) (x)

Skylar Rose Stravinsky (singer-songwriter) (x)

hard Tiddies (country, singer-songwriter) (x)

Bunny Danger (punk) (x)

Ataru Nakamura (pop) (x)

Anjimile (folk) (x)

Villano Antillano (rap, urbano) (x)

Lauren Auder (indie pop) (x)

Justin Vivian Bond (cabaret) (x)

Namoli Brennet (folk, indie rock) (x)

Mya Byrne (Americana, folk) (x)

Quinn Christospherson (indie rock) (x)

Jayne County (proto-punk, glam rock) (x)

Katie Dey (experimental pop) (x)

Electra Elite (electropop, dance) (x)

Quay Dash (hip-hop, rap) (x)

#punk #trans music #music #folk music #if you couldnt tell i purposefully left off artists well known in western countries and artists i saw 5+ on the last list #so do not ask me where is cavetown/sophie/ethel cain/etc you all know them #i dont listen to all of these bands so if theyre secretly shitty or smth lmk #anyways have fun

[sxrpxnt-k1ng]

I want to eradicate every single soul who has ever entered your mind that is not mine. They're vermin, infesting my sweet love's mind.

How could I ever live a life knowing such vile beings are around? Taking my own darling's thoughts away from me?

It's insufferable to even imagine.

#valac's gospel. #actual yandere #actually yandere #yandere blog #obsessive love #yandere community #obsession #irl yandere #obsessive love disorder #obsessive yandere #yandere bf #yandere coping #lovesick #obsessive thoughts

[jhuzen]

disagreements [m.reader]

regrets. lmao. here’s one before i perish. i give my thanks to that one prompt of two people liking the same person and ending up fucking it out.

𖦹 nsfw, some swearing because of scara, i call him the wanderer here ;-;, hate sex

There is no love within the wrinkled bedsheets. There is no love in the kisses that you and him shared. There is no love between the way your body moved against this abhorrent puppet that only served to make you look bad in front of him.

You held in a snarl as you felt the searing pain on your cheek as you received another smack from this… thing. Your eyes glowered in comparison to the Wanderer’s — whose eyes were glowing with absolute mirth coated in unadulterated sadism. He was a little man, but he can fight well. You knew that. You’ve fought against and with him before. He was your enemy and now he’s a comrade you’re learning to trust your life with.

“He’s never going to like you,” the puppet sneered at you with pure contempt. “Have you seen the way he’s slowly drifting away from you? It’s only a matter of time before you’re shoved in the back.”

“Big talk for someone who can barely coax Aether into a quick snack,” your growl undoubtedly sent shivers down to his spine and to admit it to you would be a social suicide. “He doesn’t even trust a vermin like you. Know your place, brat.” You spat and the Wanderer only took it in stride with a snarky laugh.

If anything, you and him looked foolish. Pathetic at best. Fighting with so much hate in each other’s eyes, and yet here you are, with your dick burrowed inside the puppet’s walls. While he took you in so easily, like a whore.

You hated him. He ruined the peace you’ve shared with the man you’ve admired for so long, interrupting you with his cacophony of chaos, ready to tear your blooming love for the traveler limb from limb. He was vile and absolutely shameless, and the loathing embers within you that laid dormant for so long sparked up into a fiery lava pit. You were right about Aether’s wariness of the Wanderer, but the fact is, you can also feel him warming up to this brat. And you were so, so weak to the idea of rejection. You hated entertaining the mere suggestion of it.

Aether was yours. He’s the man who gave you a purpose despite being a lonesome otherworldly traveler. And now some puppet from this hellscape of a world is stealing him away from you?

Your hips drew back before slamming your cock back inside him, and relished in his choked moan. You could feel his walls clenching so tightly around you, making you hiss in pleasure — he was sucking you in so good, and part of you can only hope that Aether was just as good in taking you in. But even that was just a fleeting dream until he finds his bloody sister.

“I hate you,” you murmured as your hips moved again. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…” you never once stopped as you chanted the phrase like a mantra, your thrusts deep and slowly, like a punctuation to every declaration of hate that you made to the man underneath you.

You hated him so much. So, so much. Him and his insufferable face that can con anyone into trusting him. That’s how you almost fell for him when you met him along with your beloved Aether and that broke astrologist.

“The more you s-say it, the less I— h-hah—!” A choked sob left his lips, as you fucked the air out of his lungs, but he’s a trooper, recovering with a pleased wince when your cock hit his prostate, “F-Fuck—! The less I… b-believe it…!”

Would you look at that, he got through it.

“You better believe it,” you snarled, your hands falling to the little fat of the Wanderer’s waist, squeezing them tight. You enjoyed the way he looked absolutely ruined, more so with your hands on the supple skin of his little waist. You loved the way how it was his weakest spot the way he loved it when he could see your conflicted face when he sucked you in him so easily. “You’re the least likable person in the world.”

A scoff in between the puppet’s hiccuping moans were heard before he yanked the necklace your dearest traveler had gifted you, “And yet you’re fucking him.” The glee in his eyes was almost childish. He was quick to wrap his legs around your hips, legs pushing you further inside, “And I may be the least likable, but you’re the most forgettable.”

The Wanderer’s hips rolled up into yours, relishing in the feeling of his weeping cock brushing against your toned stomach, “You’re boring,” he noted before letting go of your necklace. He knew how much it meant to you and enjoyed the way you seemed so tense every time someone lays a hand on it.

He wants to break it.

“You’re bland and uninteresting,” his hands caressed the skin if your back. “Absolutely plain and easy to ignore,” a deep hiss left your lips as his fingernails dug into them, he wanted to leave a mark on you, be it a punch, a smack, a kick, or this.

“You’ve got nothing to offer in the table, sweet dumb thing.”

The sickening grin that he had in his lips was the last straw, your hand flying to grip his cheeks, squishing them together before you leaned down further to growl on his lips, “Quit yammering, failure. I don’t bring sand to the beach; all you’ve done is heckle Aether and whine like a child while I go and do help him.”

“And where exactly did that get you? Straggling along like a coward, fucking someone who isn’t even him.”

Your pupils dilated as the Wanderer’s words sank deeper into your mind like a knife jabbed to your sides, twisting so crudely with a poison of satisfaction from the unyielding puppet. You hated that he’s right, and even with his whorish mouth that can emit the most pornographic sounds, he still was speaking nothing but the truth. Your devotion for Aether was going nowhere just as much as his admonishing admiration for him was going up in flames. Between the both of you, none made progress.

“Is that why you’re also not in bed with him?” You fired back this time with full throttle and the Wanderer’s lips quivered as a snarky reply died on his tongue.

“W-Wh— I—”

“You’re losing just as much as I am,” your hips are slowly picking up the pace, “You can’t even get him to be comfortable around you so your next best thing is to get fucked by someone who doesn’t even fucking like you.”

“F-Fu— haaaahh~! Fuck you—!”

“Welcome to the losing side again, halfwit.”

Words were quick to dissipate in the atmosphere of lust and hatred as your hips snapped into the Wanderer’s. The sinful sounds of your skin slapping against each other reverberated in the quaint little room of some inn that you and him paid for. Cries and whimpers spilled from the Wanderer’s pretty little mouth as he felt you reach further inside him, he could feel his poor abused walls clenching against you over and over again.

He hated you but absolutely loved the way your cockhead would hit his prostate so accurately. You knew him so well in bed like he knew the insecurities you bore while you were so pathetically in love with the same man he also harbored deep affections for. A surge of pleasure waded through him and his markings glowed like before. You never once failed to make him light up like some kind of festive lamp, completely drowned in pleasure that somehow only you brought him.

The way your hands squeezed his waist so greedily got him off, knowing that you were high off your hatred and your only way to relieve yourself is to fuck him into oblivion. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when your hand moved from his waist and squeezed against base of his cock. He hated how you knew he liked being deprived of his first release, the way you knew his body more than Aether ever could.

The bed rocked as it followed your vigorous movement, and his legs around your waist are slowly growing weaker. Pleasure clouded his mind and his thoughts were becoming muddled. Suddenly, he couldn’t see the traveler’s sweet face that he envisioned to bring him that sweet bliss. His teary eyes focusing on the way sweat cascaded through your knitted eyebrows, eyes gleaming with concentration yet so utterly dulled with the numbing pleasure that you’re experiencing.

He threw a hand over his eyes as he could feel the heat stir within his stomach, his ears were ringing but your delicious grunts filled his ears nonetheless. He could slowly feel himself slipping away from the realm of existence as your hand stroked his attention-deprived cock.

“‘M close,” you grunted and he could barely answer as he let you get sloppy with your thrusts.

Your rhythm was off and your pace was getting desperate, and his body shook as you came inside him — you always came first, a claim at him being less important than you — and he could feel your hot seed flow inside him, pumping him full like the last time. You were selfish in your claims but even that he could let pass as he felt his orgasm wash over him with thick ropes of cum spurting out from his slit, cascading down your slender fingers.

The atmosphere was dead despite the high of pleasure that came by you. Soft pants left both of your lips as you stared at each other. He squirmed as you finally slid out of him, watching him clench around as your semen slowly trickled down from his spent hole.

His eyes were hazy and yours were bleary.

The Wanderer laughed before opening his arms. A cold invitation that you accepted as you flopped down into it. You had half a mind to just suffocate him when you remembered it’s not an applicable murder method.

Your head turned to his, watching the way sweat clung onto his skin and glistened under the little light the dim lamp by the bedside table provided.

“I hope you die one day on a mission,” he says, completely ruined and breathless.

“Not until you get crushed one day by a boulder.”

#i promise i’m working on attention pt 2 now 😭 #genshin impact x male reader #genshin smut #sub genshin impact #scaramouche x male reader #kunikuzushi x male reader #wanderer x male reader #jhuzen’s shameless filth

[macattackz]

Vermin’s Smile Ventures

god save me

#meme #meme art #art #my art #oc #ocs #my ocs #my oc #joke art #joke #madgaur #vermin #morphix #nina richardson #sir shep starbound vi prince of the star people #sir shep #miss philomena #philomena #vermins vile ventures #smiling friends #charlie smiling friends #pim #pim smiling friends #glep #glep smiling friends #alan #alan smiling friends #smormu #mr boss #smiling friends mr boss

[scuttlingcrab]

Late Night Intruders

This was inspired by @mslanna and all the amazing Raphael prompts they shared with me. I'm being cheeky and combining 2 of the prompts, as they were quite similar.

Summary: Tav thwarts an assassination attempt against Raphael during the wee hours of the morning. And from Raphael's perspective, everything is going according to plan.

(Image via certifieddilfenjoyer)

Raphael smelled the intruder skulking behind him. Naturally he enjoyed the profuse aromas humans exuded when pushed to their breaking points but this one was vile; their fear was acrid and abhorrent, soiling the otherwise immaculate ambience of his private room in Sharess’ Caress. 

Despite the distraction, he continued labouring over his current contract, taking care to add the final words to a clause he was amending for yet another poverty-stricken beggar. So hasty to exchange their souls for gold. And no wonder, the tremors in Baldur’s Gate were getting worse, sometimes occurring by the hour, the more the Elder Brain gained power. Swim tadpoles, swim; for no matter how far you sprint, you will not escape the wrath of the Illithid when judgement day arrives. 

The smell grew stronger as the stranger crept closer but then another odour broke through: a mixture of sage and damp wood. Sparks lit up in Raphael’s mind with the sudden familiarity. 

“What a pity, you’ve given yourself away, Dain…” 

Without warning, the air around Raphael turned cold. Shards of ice shattered around him, ripping through his sleeves and leaving his desk riddled with frozen fragments. He paused his writing, tightly grasping the infernal quill between his fingers. The ice around Raphael melted rapidly, creating a pool of water by his feet that began to sizzle. 

“My dear, sweet Dain… did your mother never teach you any manners?” 

Raphael slowly rose from his chair, balls of hellfire growing in his clenched fists as he prepared to incinerate Dain where he stood. 

When Raphael turned around, he instead found Tav standing in between him and Dain. A broken ice knife stuck out of her left shoulder, the arm shredded to pieces and lying limp at her side. Gashes tore through her left cheek where the weapon had ruptured, leaving her delicate facial features nearly unrecognisable.

“You?” Raphael locked eyes with Tav, quieting the flames in his hands. 

Dain gasped, his beady eyes bulging. He nearly choked on his own spit before turning to flee. Raphael snapped his fingers and the halfling froze on the spot; his fat, greedy fingers inches away from the doorknob. The fool will never see another sunrise.

“Coming by to pay me a visit, and at such a sinful hour? Why, what will your companions think?” Raphael beamed.

“Listen here, you should be grateful, otherw–” Tav stumbled, falling to her knees in discomfort. “Otherwise, there’d be a big bloody piece of ice sticking out the back of your neck.” 

“You do know devils cannot die on this plane, yes? Or have you not been heedful of a single word I’ve articulated since we first met?”

Tav looked up at Raphael with wide eyes, her pointy ears turning bright red. She immediately raised her uninjured arm, tugging at an earlobe.

While traversing the mortal realm, Raphael had grown accustomed to the odd attempted murder or two. Righteous mortals seeking redemption or the amateur killers for hire accepting contracts without proper scrutiny. His least favourite, however, and the type of vermin he encountered more as of late, were the clients who tried to grovel out of their deals. 

He always had a keen eye for which types of slimy creatures would try to deceive him, always the ones so quick to make a deal, any deal. He could have denied them everything, but where was the fun in that? He quite enjoyed the hunt, being kept on his toes; the thrill of the chase, exhilarating, no matter how brief, and in spite of knowing he’d always end up the victor.

“Oh hells... Guess I forgot that specific detail." Tav responded through a sheepish smile.

“And yet, you risked your life? When you could have remained hidden… were you going to stay quiet all night? You know, my door is always open.”

“That, I, uh, I can explain…”

Tav diverted her eyes. She tried to hide her obvious embarrassment as she pretended to examine her wound, shifting on her knees. 

Muffled moans came from Dain’s clamped mouth at the other end of the room, but Raphael’s eyes remained drawn to Tav. A pang in his chest rose like bubbling magma, on the verge of rapture, as he observed her. 

“Patience Dain, I haven’t forgotten about you.” Raphael sneered as he took a step towards Tav. She winced, clutching her arm as the ice knife began to melt. 

“I suppose thanks are in order. Perhaps a reward? I will consider this an investment to our current agreement.” 

“No rewards. I just had to make sure I could trust you.” 

“What’s not to trust about a devil, hmm? And one as charitable as I?”

Raphael was standing over Tav now, so close he could get a whiff of her perfume over the scent of lingering blood; cloves and roses enveloped his senses, a harmonious aura. Tav cried out in pain as she fell to her side, rolling onto her back to avoid the damaged limb. 

“Your deal seemed too good to be true.”

“Mhmm, but the question of why you shielded the attack still stands, little mouse.”

“I–I was worried…”

Raphael edged a little closer, hanging on her every word, his hunger growing.

“You’re… we’re allies.” 

“Indeed.” Raphael whispered, leaning back. His eyes savoured Tav’s vulnerability, cataloguing every moment for a later use. 

Yes, the contracts were all signed and tucked away in his archive, but Raphael knew more had to be done to fulfil his prophecy. There would be no loopholes. No hidden surprises that would get in the way of his destined glory. He would not lose the Crown a second time. He needed devout supporters, creatures willing to do anything to help him conquer the Hells. And he had Tav exactly where he wanted her. 

Tav writhed in a growing blood stained puddle; the ice knife had fully dissolved, allowing the gaping wound to pour freely from her shoulder.

“As much as I enjoy watching mortals bleed to death, you are ruining the carpet.”

Raphael snapped his fingers, revealing a large health potion. It floated in the air, dangling above Tav. She struggled to rise, grabbing the bottle and flopping around the floor like a fish. He merely crossed his arms and watched, his eyebrow cocked. 

After a few failed attempts, Tav finally removed the cap. She drained the potion and gasped, as if taking her very first breath. Her wounds closed in an instant, restoring her face to a more pleasing sight. 

Raphael snapped his fingers again and the blood disappeared, the red velvet carpets of his suite restored. He extended a hand down to Tav and she accepted without hesitation. He let his hand linger only for a second when Tav was back on her feet, lightly caressing his thumb over the back of her palm before he released his grip.

He proceeded to turn his back to Tav, smiling to himself, as he focused his attention on Dain. He was supremely satisfied.  

“What will you do with him?” Tav asked curiously. 

“No concern of yours. Now, please leave us… unless you’d like to wait around, perhaps there will be another attempt at my life this evening.”  

Tav stiffened and nodded, rubbing her earlobe again. She swiftly made her exit, but not without looking back at Raphael, before shutting the door. See you soon, little mouse.

“I hope you can forgive me for keeping you waiting, Dain. As you saw, I had a far more important guest to entertain.” 

Raphael excitedly rubbed his hands together, circling Dain’s paralysed body like a ravenous shark. 

“Soon you will be asking yourself why? Why was I so feebleminded? Why was I so impatient? Why didn’t I just listen? You're only as good as your word, Dain, and mine is exquisite. Now... shall we perhaps review your contract before the fun begins?”

Raphael snapped his fingers, removing Dain from his hold. Dain fell on his backside, shrieking as Raphael shed his mortal skin in a fiery rage.

#bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #baldurs gate 3 raphael #bg3 #fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael bg3 x tav #bg3 tav #tav #raphael

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hey, could you do a reverse comfort for marauder era sirius black?

Could you maybe use my name? It's Ananya.

If not Y/N is fine too.

Something where, you're like a sister to James, and you practically live in their house because your parents are always travelling or something. You've been dating Sirius for a year, and you happen to be at James's house when Sirius shows up?

You're the only one who can get him to calm down and make him realize that he's worth the love he receives from the Potters, Remus and you?

And then he asks you to just stay with him for the night, and there's some cuddly fluff.

Home

Request: Something where, you're like a sister to James, and you practically live in their house because your parents are always travelling or something. You've been dating Sirius for a year, and you happen to be at James's house when Sirius shows up? You're the only one who can get him to calm down and make him realize that he's worth the love he receives from the Potters, Remus and you? And then he asks you to just stay with him for the night, and there's some cuddly fluff.

Hi! Pretty name, but I try my best to write neutrally, so I’m going to use Y/N for this if that’s alright. Thank you for the request, I really like this idea. I’m sorry I took so long to get to this, but I hope you enjoy it!

Also, I used the house elf Winky in this. I know she wasn’t the Potter house elf, but just pretend.

(Warnings: swearing, mentions of Walburga and Orion’s physical and verbal abuse, the Cruciatus Curse, angst, let me know if i missed anything)

—

You knocked on the door to the Potter mansion, taking a step back to look at the porch. Effie had potted new plants, and enchanted them to bloom a warm red, matching the paint on the front door. 

You took a second to breathe in the air, swearing that it was fresher at the Potter residence. It smelled like home. 

And it practically was. 

You were here more than almost anywhere else. The only place you were at more than James’s house was Hogwarts. But it was summer, and your house was not the ideal place to be. 

Luckily, Euphemia and Fleamont were happy to welcome you into their home. They had always wanted a daughter, and you filled the slot well enough. 

Just as you went to knock again, James opened the door, feigning annoyance. “What do you want?”

“Hello to you, too,” you said, stepping through the threshold of the door. “Are your parents home?”

“Went to Diagon Alley. Mum said she needed to pick up a few things before the term starts,” he said, flopping on the couch. 

James took a swig of his pumpkin juice, before setting it down on the coffee table, kicking his feet up. He held a hand out for you, pulling you down on the couch with him. 

You leaned back, settling in, sighing in relief.

“This is my favorite couch. Seriously, I’m taking it when your parents start passing shit down to you. Consider it my heirloom.”

“Merlin, I swear they’d give you any of the heirlooms first over me. Make yourself comfortable, Your Highness. Want anything? Winky has been dying to smother someone in sweets, recently.”

“And you haven’t taken her up on that? No, let her be,” you said, relaxing and closing your eyes. “Are the boys coming this week? I owled Grimmauld Place yesterday, but nobody answered.”

“Moony is, yeah. Said he’d come by on Thursday. Sirius can’t, though. Walburga isn’t letting him leave the house.”

You scowled at the mention of her name, stealing James’s drink and taking a swig. 

“Such a bitch,” you muttered. 

James nodded, snatching his drink back from you. “A bitch, indeed.” 

Walburga somehow managed to be the most vile woman you’d ever met, and that was saying something. You had seen your fair share of less than unpleasant women, but Walburga took the cake. You figured that out the second you met her. Which was once, accompanying Sirius to Diagon Alley at the beginning of fifth year. 

She took one look at you, and you could tell she wanted to crush you under her heel, like vermin not worth a second glance. It was infuriating.

You routinely talked shit about her to Sirius, who was very amused by it, and welcomed any slander about his mother. His father wasn’t much better, just a slightly less vomit inducing version of her. 

And now they had trapped Sirius in their home, content to lock him up and throw away the key.

“Did he even do anything? He was here the week after the term ended, wasn’t he?”

“Dad heard that he made some kind of fuss in front of guests. Apparently, his parents tried to match him up with Narcissa.”

You felt your stomach turn, eyes widening in shock. “His cousin, Narcissa? The one who I’ve never seen not glued to Malfoy’s side? Shit, I’m so glad I’m not a pureblood.”

“Yeah, well, they’ve started cracking down on him. Something about taking his position more seriously. Bollocks, if you ask me.”

“We’ve got our work cut out for us then, don’t we?” You mused, smirking at the thought. 

James furrowed his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve got until the start of term to figure out some way to break up the marriage pact. I vote for bullying Lucius until he musters up the guts to propose to Narcissa himself. Although, I’m sure she’s got a plan in motion already. She’s a clever one.”

“We’ll think of something,” he grinned, standing. “Want to throw the quaffle around?” 

“Not even a little bit.”

James groaned, pouting. “Oh, come on. Think of all I’ve done for you. Can’t you do this for me?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Done for me? What could you have possibly done for me that’s equivalent enough to making me sit through quidditch outside of school? You’re lucky I even show up to your games.”

“You show up for Sirius,” he deadpanned, smirking when you blushed. “Please? I’m letting you call dibs on the couch.”

You groaned, relenting. “Alright, fine. Only till your parents get back. I get the new broom, though.”

James cheered, rushing for the back door with you sulking behind him. 

—

That Thursday, Remus showed up, as promised.

You were grateful for the added company, happy to speak to someone else for a change. James was a lot to handle for extended periods of time. You loved him, there was not doubting that, but it was draining sometimes.

“You have no idea how many times he’s made me throw the quaffle around. I miss intelligent conversation.” 

“Hey!” James yelled, making Remus chuckle. 

“I’ll throw the quaffle with you later, mate,” he said, setting his things in the guest room. 

Winky suddenly popped up, glaring at Remus. You tried to hide your smile as she scolded him, but you couldn’t help it from breaking through. 

“Be more like Miss Y/N,” she said, moving Remus’s bags to the closet. “She gives bags to Winky. Winky is the best at unpacking.”

“My bad. You can re-sort them, if you’d like,” Remus apologized, raising his hands in surrender. Winky eyes widened and she nodded with forgiveness, sorting his bags away before snapping her fingers, vanishing.

—

Remus stayed the night, planning to stay till Sunday afternoon. You didn’t quite know when you’d leave. James’s parents made it so easy to want to stay. 

“Stay as long as you wish, darling,” Euphemia told you, a warm smile on her face.

Fleamont nodded. “All summer, if you want. We’ve got the room.”

You would’ve happily accepted the offer, and were probably still going to. But you couldn’t muster up a clear answer without feeling guilty, thinking of how miserable Sirius must be. The three of you had sent owls to his house the night before, wishing him well and telling him how much you missed him. 

You had been sending letters all summer, never getting a response. You figured you’d never get one, but that morning, a single letter arrived from Grimmauld Place.

“You need to stop sending letters, you’ll only anger Mother further. She’s quite cross with Sirius.

He’s alright, for now. He isn’t allowed to send any owls, but he told me to tell you he’s fine, and that he’ll see you at school in the fall. Or Diagon Alley a week before the terms if he’s lucky. 

I’ll send an owl if there’s an emergency. Don’t reply to this, Mother doesn’t know I sent it.”

Regulus Black

Scrawled at the bottom in slightly messier cursive, although still pretty, was another note in parenthesis. 

(p.s. - Tell Y/N to stop worrying. I know she’s there. Take care of her, Prongs. I mean it. Moony, take care of Prongs. Y/N, you babysit them both until I get back.)

(p.s., again - Sorry, love. Tough luck.)

You smiled when you read the ending, but the smile quickly fell as you glossed over Regulus’s words again. It was confirmed. Sirius was up to his neck, swimming through bullshit. 

And you didn’t know how to help him. 

Euphemia made lunch for everyone, calling you to the kitchen. You tried to push the thought of Sirius in that house to the back of your mind, but it just wouldn’t budge. 

You must have been staring into space, because you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/N? You alright?”

It was James’s voice. You turned to see him giving you a concerned look, pausing from eating his food. Remus coaxed him back, giving you a small smile. 

“Don’t worry about him, love. He’s gotten quite good at taking care of himself. Even dresses himself in the mornings,” Remus joked, but you didn’t laugh. 

“He should have to take care of himself,” you grumbled, pushing your plate away. “He’s still a child.”

Effie reached her hand over your shoulder, pulling your plate back towards you. “Eat. It does nobody any good if you sit here sulking.”

“He’d be pissed if he knew I was letting you not eat because of him,” James agreed, giving you a look of empathy.

You sighed, reluctantly continuing to eat. Effie frowned, knowing you were still upset, and just eating to appease her. She sighed, running a comforting hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face. 

“Tell you what. You finish that, and I’ll send a letter myself. Walburga won’t ignore me, as much as she would like to. We’ll make sure he’s alright, darling. And we’ll do something if he isn’t.”

You nodded, continuing to eat. 

Remus cleared his throat, changing the subject. “Alright, what should we do today? I don’t think I can stomach another session of throwing the quaffle around, but I’m sure we’ll think of something.” 

You grinned, and James pouted in his seat. 

“Aww, don’t pout, James,” you said, tapping the space between his eyebrows with the tip of your finger. “You’re too pretty for premature wrinkles.”

—

You all managed to agree on something to do, and you hung out together into the evening, now all sitting on the floor by the fireplace. It was pouring rain outside, and the air had a slight chill to it. 

Effie and Monty had gone upstairs, trying to get a little peace and quiet. To be fair, you were all being quite loud. 

You laughed hard, quickly shaking your head. “Wait! Remember in fourth year, James stood up on the table and read that poem he found to Lily in front of the entire Great Hall?”

“And she hexed him. Your hair was blue for a week, mate,” Remus grinned, watching James flush red.

“I couldn’t figure out how to reverse it!” He said, before turning his gaze to you. “And who are you to talk? You were practically drooling over Sirius before he finally figured it out and asked you to Hogsmeade.”

“She still drools over Sirius,” Remus said into his cup, taking a swig. 

You smacked Remus’s arm, glaring. “First of all, I’m the one who fixed your hair James, so be nice. Second…can you blame me? It’s Sirius.”

“He does sort of drool over you, too, to be fair,” James said, smirking as you turned away to hide the heat that had crept up your cheeks.

“Whatever,” you muttered. “At least I didn’t get hexed.”

“Hey—“

Before James could finish, there was a frantic knock at the front door. You all furrowed your brows, not expecting anyone to show up. You set down your cup, standing.

“I’ll get it.”

“Be careful!” James called over to you, tossing you your wand. “Take this.”

You nodded, but James didn’t sound too concerned. It was probably a friend of his parents. It was Friday night, after all, and his parents were very popular people. They could have just agreed to go out tonight, and forgotten to tell you. You shrugged, walking to the front door. 

When you opened it, the last thing you expected to see was Sirius, soaked to the bone and shaking on the front porch.

You placed your wand on the little table by the front door, eyes wide in shock. 

“Sirius?”

He hadn’t met your eyes yet, still shaking like a leaf that was clinging on for dear life in a storm. You gently reached a hand out, laying it on his shoulder. He immediately flinched, and you recoiled, holding your hands up in surrender. 

“It’s just me, love. It’s just me.”

You held your hand out for him, gently taking his hand in yours. It tremoured, his fingers rigid and curled in. You furrowed your brows, frowning. You desperately hoped that he was trembling just because he was cold. He was soaked, after all. 

But you knew you were clinging desperately to hope, and luck was not likely to be on your side. No, there was a much more accurate, and much more devastating possibility. 

Someone had used the Cruciatus Curse on him. 

You gently pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. You eased his coat off his shoulders, laying it on the table next to you. 

“Sirius?” You asked, brushing his hair out of his face. “You have to tell me what happened. Please?” 

He finally looked up at you, face pale, before he dropped to his knees, gasping for breath. You followed him down, settling behind him to hold him up. 

“Effie? Euphemia, please, help me. Mum!”

You heard commotion on the second floor, and feet came rushing down the stairs, but James and Remus beat Euphemia and Fleamont into the room. James stopped in his tracks as he took in the sight of you on the floor, holding his best friend who was still uncontrollably shaking. 

Euphemia and Fleamont finally made it into the room, both letting out small gasps at the sight before them. You looked to them desperately, Sirius clinging to you. There was a pause, and then Monty cleared his throat.

“Right,” he finally said, casting a drying spell over Sirius before turning to the boys. “You two, help me get him up. He must be freezing. Fireplace, now.”

They nodded, quickly moving to help Sirius. He clung to you when he felt hands on him, but you gently shushed him, easing him off of you. 

“I’ve got you, mate,” James said, pulling Sirius’s weight into him. “I promise you that. I’ve got you.”

You gently passed him, sending a silent thank you to James. “I’ll be right there, I promise. Let me talk to Effie, alright?”

Reluctantly, he fully let go, allowing the boys and Fleamont to help him up. As soon as he was out of earshot, you turned to Effie. 

“They used the Cruciatus on him. I’m sure of it.”

Effie shook with a quiet but violent rage, nodding with tears in her eyes. You may have been like a daughter to her, but Sirius was like a son. One of her children was hurt. 

“I know. How could a mother do that to her own child?”

Her voice was thick with tears, and you laid a comforting hand on her arm. “I don’t know how to help him. I need you to help me with him, I don’t want to hurt him. Do you think he’s in pain?”

“Were his hands stiff? His fingers?”

You nodded, and she sighed, rubbing her temples. “The worst of it is over, then. That normally only happens with the curse that has been used either multiple times, or once for a long time.”

You felt your eyes well up with tears at her words, quickly trying to blink them away. She continued, only making your heart hurt worse. 

“Rigidity is his body’s way of healing. The muscles tense up so he doesn’t overexert them. It’s an involuntary response, it’ll ease with time. It shouldn’t hurt much, not anymore. I can give him a potion though, it’ll calm him and help the process along faster.”

“Is there anything I can do?” You asked, sounding desperate. “I don’t think I can handle watching him be in pain.”

“Ease his hands to a relaxed position, if he lets you. Stimulating the muscles will help them heal faster.” 

You nodded, and she took a deep breath, headed for the stairs. 

“I’ll get him the potion. Go sit with him, darling. You’re his best treatment.”

She left you alone in the room, already halfway up the stairs as she gave you directions. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. You had to be strong, right now. For Sirius. 

You headed into the room, finding Sirius sat in front of the fire with a blanket around his shoulders. He stared blankly into the flames, his eyes distant. Remus and James shared glances between themselves, saying without saying that the two of them had no clue about what to do. Monty stood at the back of the room, waiting for Euphemia to join him.

Quietly, you eased your way onto the floor, sitting beside Sirius. He turned his head at the sense of movement, immediately reaching for you. You opened your arms, letting him sink into them. He kept his arms clutched tight around your waist, hiding his face in your stomach. 

You looked up in bewilderment, silently begging for someone to do something. Monty must have felt your desperation, waiting for Effie to return with the potion before taking it from her hand, passing it to you. 

“Sirius,” you muttered into his hair, gently coaxing him. “Sirius, you need to drink this. It’ll help you feel better.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep,” he said, although you barely heard him through his muffled voice in your shirt. 

“What?” You asked again, trying to coax his head up. 

“Mother makes me take a Sleeping Draught every night, so I won’t bother her past dusk. It doesn’t feel right, it makes me see things. It’s more than sleeping. It’s worse.”

You felt a twinge in your heart at his words, shaking your head. “This isn’t a sleep potion, darling. Just a calming one.”

“It’ll ease you, lad. Both mind and body,” Fleamont said, waving his hand encouragingly. “We wouldn’t make you take anything that would hurt you. Drink it, son.”

You pulled the cork out of the vile, gently easing Sirius’s head back. “Open, please.”

Reluctantly, he parted his lips, letting you pour the potion past them. He swallowed, grimacing at the taste. Remus handed Sirius his cup, letting him take a sip. 

“Wash it down, it’ll help. Trust me, I know. Madam Pomfrey’s made me take my fair share of that one.”

Sirius visibly eased, leaning back into your side. You took one of his hands in yours, gently rubbing your thumb in circles along his joints. Slowly, his hands began to relax. 

“What happened, Sirius? Do you think Walburga and Orion will come after you?” Fleamont asked. 

“She doesn’t have the gall,” Effie said, her first time speaking since she entered the room. She was visibly pale. “It’s not the Black way, is it Sirius?”

“I expect I’m burned off the tapestry by now. Mother was angrier than I’ve ever seen her. Fed up with me, I guess. Too many letters, too much noise, too much trouble. I don’t know, it all happened so fast. I was explicitly told I am never welcome back. Ever. That’s actually the one nice thing she’s ever done for me…naming Regulus heir.”

You frowned at his words. He laced them with humor, but you could see straight through it. He was minutes away from crumbling. 

“Is Regulus alright?” You asked, turning his attention to you. “Does he need to come, too?”

Sirius shook his head. “No. He’s alright, he promised. And I know he wasn’t lying. He’s the one who told me it’s better that I leave. He’ll probably be getting special treatment, now that he’s the heir of the house. Guess he figured I’d have somewhere to go.”

“He was right, dear. You’ll stay with us. As long as you need. Forever, if you want. It’s a pleasure to have you. You’re just as much a son to us as Y/N is a daughter,” Effie smiled. 

“Which is basically blood,” James said, grinning. “I mean, she’s here all the time. Might as well call her a sister, right?”

There was a light chuckle throughout the room, but everyone was still uneasy. Finally, Effie clapped her hands together.

“I’ll have Winky make you something to eat, and bring you another potion to take before you go to sleep. You need your rest.”

“Take the guest room,” Remus piped in. “I’ll bunk with James.”

“No—“

“Wasn’t a question, mate. You’re taking it.”

Sirius didn’t say anything, only giving him a grateful nod. You rubbed his back, standing up. 

“I’m in the next room. Do you feel like eating right now, or do you want to lay down for a bit? I’ll help you to your room.”

“I’ll grab you some clothes,” James said, and you gave him a grateful smile. 

You caught Effie faintly smiling, tears welling in her eyes. Her kids, all grown up and responsible, taking care of each other without a second thought. It warmed her heart. 

“Come along, darling,” Monty said, taking Effie’s hand. “I think they can handle it from here, let’s leave him be. Sirius, if you need anything, and I mean anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Ask anyone. We’re here if you need us,” Remus said, offering a smile.

“Right, everyone. Let’s let him be for the night. I want everyone to get some rest, we’ll talk more in the morning. I love you, my boys. I love you, my girl. Goodnight,” Effie said, headed for the stairs with Monty in tow. 

James and Remus gave Sirius a quick hug, and then you, before following them up the stairs. When you heard everyone’s door close, you immediately turned to Sirius, searching his eyes for any pain or emotion. He looked exhausted. 

“You should eat something.”

“Too tired,” he murmured, casting his eyes to the floor. 

You nodded. “In the morning, then. Promise?”

“I promise.”

That was good enough for you. You gently took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers. You braced his arm with yours, taking the stairs one at a time, going as slow as he needed you to. 

When you made it to the top, you guided him to his door. You opened it for him, nodding for him to go inside, but he gave you a look of fear, one that struck you like an arrow in the heart.

“Do you need me to stay?” You asked, giving his hand a squeeze. 

He only nodded, ashamed.

“I’ll stay.” 

You led him into the room, pulling back the sheets on the bed and propping up the pillows. James had left a fresh pair of socks, a shirt, and a pair of fleece pajama pants at the foot of the bed. 

Sirius took his shoes off, grimacing in pain while he bent down. 

You sighed, walking back over to him to help. You kicked his shoes to the side, bending down to yank his socks off. You moved back up his body, gripping the bottom of Sirius’s shirt. 

“This ok?” You asked, and he nodded in consent. Your voice was soft. “Arms up.”

You eased his shirt off of him, before doing the same to his pants, tucking your fingers in the waistband and pulling them down to his shins for him to step out of. 

You quickly helped him redress to his level of comfort, before throwing off some of your outer clothes until you were comfortable enough to sleep in them, too. 

“Come on, then,” you said, crawling into the right side of the bed. 

You knew Sirius preferred the left. He liked to be closest to the door. He quickly took his spot, settling under the sheets. He sat still for a moment, but finally caved, reaching an arm over. 

“Can I?”

You opened your arms for him, giving him room. “Come here, love.”

He immediately sunk into your arms, pressing himself as close to you as he possibly could. You wrapped one arm protectively around his shoulders, curling your fingers through his hair with the other. You sat in silence for a moment, before Sirius finally couldn’t take it any longer.

“Talk to me, please,” he muttered.

“About what, love? I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk about it or not. Do you want me to distract you, or do you want to talk about it?”

Sirius hummed into your neck, and you felt him shrug his shoulders. You nodded, pressing the matter further.

“Alright. Let’s talk about it, then. What’s on your mind?”

Sirius was quiet a moment, contemplating whether or not he should actually speak, before he relented.

“I know it’s for the better.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Being here, with you. With the Potters. I know it’s for the better, but I can’t help but feel like I shouldn’t be here. Like I don’t deserve it, or something.”

“Don’t say that,” you shook your head, holding him tighter. “You don’t belong there, and you’re certainly better off here with us. Why wouldn’t you deserve that?”

“You’re doing too much for me. It’s a burden on you all.”

“You’re not a burden. Not to me, or to anyone in this house, alright. Everyone here is your family, and they wouldn’t hesitate to help you if you needed it.”

You continued to run a hand through his hair, using the other to trace and gently massage the muscles down his shoulders and his back. He relaxed under your touch, lulling into a haze. Finally feeling safe and warm, Sirius felt like he could actually get some genuine sleep around you for the first time in months. 

A sleep that wasn’t induced by some kind of potion, at that.

“I’m tired,” he muttered, turning the conversation away from himself and the night's events.

“Rest, darling. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’ll stay?” He asked, his voice growing small.

“Of course I will,” you answered, your tone soft. “Go to sleep, Sirius. I’m right here if you need me.”

He was too tired to muster up a response, only humming into your neck. You squeezed him tight to you, resting your head back into the pillow, shutting your own eyes for the night. 

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A/N - Hi! I hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think!

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TFA SoundBee AU, where Soundwave + Shockwave/Longarm + Starscream are all 3 Love Rivals for Bumblebee’s spark! 🎵⚡⭐ Sari and Bulkhead both teasingly call Bumblebee: ‘The Decepticon Whisperer!’ 🐝

Lol this is absolutely hilarious and adorable.

Shockwave fell hard for bee and he's determined to build a life with him one day. The spark break he felt when the repair team disappeared was equal only to the joy that filled him when they turned up alive. Of course he visited at the first opportunity and of course he scooped bee into his arms the second sentinel and magnus left, he simply couldn't resist. His bliss came to an end when he heard about not only starscream but this soundwave mech trying to win his honeybee's spark for themselves. No no this won't stand, he'll handle these vile bugs and prove that bee belongs with him alone.

Starscream fell slowly gaining more and more interest in the little bug until he couldn't even picture himself ruling the decepticons without imagining the minibot at his side or on his lap. Needles to say the revelation he was in love was hard but one he accepted. The revelation that others were aiming to wooe his mate-to-be was an infuriating one. Not just anybots either but megatrons most loyal lapdog and the new overpowered freak. He won’t tolerate these vermin trying to steal his beloved from him. They were made for eachother, fated to rule side by side and starscream would see their destinys fulfilled no matter the cost.

The moment he saw his face soundwave knew bumblebee was meant to be his mate. They were meant to be together, he could feel it in his spark a silent song calling out to his other half. He dreamed of the life they'd share one day and he wrote countless songs dedicated to him. Bee was his light, his beloved muse. Which is why when that screechy arrogant seeker tried wooing his sweet bee he refused to tolerate it and upped his own wooing strategies. When the autobot longarm showed up jealousy coiled in his spark seeing his love fawn over him, an envy that grew worse when the runt revealed himself as fellow decepticon. Decepticon or autobot it didn't matter, they didn't matter he and bee would be together and nothing was going to get in his way

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Heaven in Your Eyes || Sneak Peek

MASTERLIST || Last Chapter

"Well you know, my mother was a very patient woman. She's never raised her voice except once. I was just a kid back then and saw a magnificent creature in my nonna's garden. It was an albino ferret made of the purest white I had ever seen. " Luca paused and took a sip from his whiskey, his lips curling in a carnivorous grin behind the edge of his glass, "That little thing didn't run away when I approached so I thought it was domesticated. I came nearer, and nearer until I could touch it, which I did... And do you know what the ferret did?" The elegant mafioso put the glass back on the wooden counter so brutally that it would have made you jump if you weren't already on alert. "It bit me. That fucking vermin sunk its sharp teeth into my skin and gave me one nasty bite, so nasty I still have the scar carved deep in my flesh. Nonna rushed me to the hospital, fearing rabies. 'Should have known it though, that fucking sausage rat had a twisted something in its red eyes." The atmosphere suddenly thickened as Luca's charming voice turned into a chilling whisper, "The same vile and twisted something as you, Amore."

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