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My pretty booooy :(( he's currently in a diff state cus bad weather to bring him. He's nearly a year old

DNA Guarantee by Kodi Rhianna is Black Family coded

- more under the cut -

The first stanza gives me the vibes of Alphard, Andie, and Sirius deciding to leave and begging for their siblings to follow. The Black family drains everything unique about it's children and makes soilders, and those three didn't want to be. They tried for so long to change (beating a long dead horse) but being apart of the Black family is a life sentence.

The chorus is everyone. All of them are trapped in a cycle until they break it. "Never your baby, just a maybe," they never had kids to have kids. It was always for heirs. The Blood purity, so forth eeee

The middle stanza is Sirius and Regulus and Walburga.

It's between them and Walburga in the first part. Sirius and Regulus reminding Walburga of Alphard and herself - one trapped and lashing out and one desperately fleeing. Its also difficult because of how similar all three are - forced into positions, unhappy, lashing out. I would image that if they interacted as older, Sirius and Walburga still would have issues due to this. Even if she doesn't or didn't hit them with her hand, spells and words do it best.

It's between Regulus and Sirius in the second part. The dogs biting the bone is Sirius messing everything up with Remus and the others. "Daughter bites her words," Regulus not coming out as FmT for years due to fear. "Fight like wolves, then flee like birds," Whenever the brothers fight it's always vicious, pulling at old wounds and cruel - like their family. Then they both realize, fleeing before the other says something. "From the save pack but rivaling herds," the brothers come from the same family, but in the end have vastly different friends.

I also just imagine that when it doesn't get physical, the family does have screaming matches often. Cops would be called, the whole thing. Very early the kids learned they could use their words effectively against each other even if they couldn't against their parents. I imagine that while close, the boys and girls had a battle of shouts at least once a day (then sneak each other treats to make up for it.)

I could also imagine Sirius and Regulus trying to settle into the Potters and realizing how intertwined their family is in them. And also Reg and Sirius have to stomp to the back of the garden to have their arguments - they cannot not have them, because then they get waaaay worse.

Rabid

I often think I an rabid.

My heart races,

my eyes dart

my hands tremble.

My teeth ache

to dig into

your shoulder

My nails score

lines in your

hip cradle

You coon and stroke my hair

You kiss my bloody lips

You hold my stained hands.

Waking up

feels like

walking in syrup.

You've moved on

My teeth are dull.

He rolled over, blinking tiredly. The full moon danced in his vision. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, she smiled warmly at him. Her silky black hair gleamed with the stars of the night. Thick and dense as velvet and smooth as satin. Her dark eyes glowed in the night. Two large pools of endless dark, warm. Tattoos that swim across her warm skin. 

He was dreaming again. Dreaming of her.

Soft fingertips that glide over his face. Cool and assuring. His head between her thighs, cool skin bracketing his ears, caressing and holding him in place. Sliver hands wrapped around golden horns. 

His name a melody.

“Darlington.”

Ninth house/Hellbent fic blurb

This takes many creative liberates and expands the Lethe concept but i wanted to float it out there.

When Daniel ended up in the hospital, Alfie tried to reconcile why he would do that to himself. He never found a good answer but vowed to help Daniel put his interest to rest - to solve the mysterious allure of magics with him. When they were freshman in college, Daniel and Alfie were approached by Dean Sandow. They were given an address, a time, and a promise that everything would be explained and they had seemingly been waiting for the opportunity. When they had arrived - Daniel drove them - a woman and the Dean were arguing softly. “I thought we only did one Dante! This will screw everything up. What about when they get to my age, huh? Will there be two that year, two Virgils?” “We’ll see who makes it.” “They’re boys, Sandow!” “We need a Dante, and we should consider opening more spots. Maybe just three people aren't enough. It's dangerous, maybe we need someone with a medical job. The trustees agree.” The dean's attention turned to the two, ignoring the woman. She seemed upset, and Alfie wondered if she truly was interested in protecting the values of whatever they were doing or keeping herself protected from future issues. You see, while Daniel had his interest in the magic world all his life, Alfie had nothing worthy of being chosen for an office that he knew of. Sure, he had a knack for patching up people and volunteered at the hospital since he was 14, but that wasn't anything special he thought. “Welcome,” Sandow smiled at them. “I’m glad you could make it, Daniel, Alfie.” “Thank you for the invitation,” Daniel said - diplomatic. Alfie twitches his neck to the side, hearing dogs? under the porch. “Are there dogs under the porch?” he asked, taking a step closer. He clicks his tongue gently, coaxingly. Slowly, a beast steps into the fall light. He was beautiful, almost skeletal with thick black coats and sharp teeth. “There you are.” the hound sniffed his hand before nudging it. “Hungry, boy?” he asked, offering a piece of jerky from his bag. The hound takes it. Sandow gives a clear whistle and the dog retreats. Alfie frowned, peeking under the porch. There was certainly not much space, but more than six pairs of eyes stared at him. He hummed and tossed a few more pieces of jerky into the hole before he stood. “Why do they sleep under the porch? Do you feed them?” “They’re spirits, Mr. Quincy. Bound to protect the house, as well as the delegates of Lethe,” the woman tells him. “Lethe?” Daniel asked. “Spirits? What is this?” “We’re aware of your interest in magic, Daniel, Alfie, and were hoping you would accept our proposition. Michelle here is Virgil, a member of Lethe who keeps watch over the other 8 magical societies,” Sandow explains. “Daniel, your attempted elixir was the closest anyone outside of Lethe has ever gotten, and we would like to offer you the position of Dante, her student.” “And Alfie?” “Asclepius, a new position to look after the delegates and those affected by the rituals. He would learn and watch beside Dante, of course, if you accept.” Daniel looked ready to jump with glee, and Alfie smiled gently. Daniel looked at him, wanting so to join but wanting Alfie with him. Alfie nodded. “Yes.” Dean Sandow offered a hand, and Daniel shook it. Something wiggled in Alfie’s chest like his body was trying to tell him this was a bad idea.

Gold vs. Rumple

(nsfw under cut, GN!reader)

Mr. Gold who likes chocolate, but Rumple hates it

Mr. Gold who is a morning person, but Rumple who is a night person

Mr. Gold who likes winter, Rumple who likes summer

Mr. Gold who has attachments, Rumple who doesn't

Mr. Gold who gives kisses, Rumple who gives bites

Mr. Gold who is a service/power bottom, Rumple who doesn't have sex

Mr. Gold who likes doing, Rumple who likes watching

Mr. Gold who is semi tame, Rumple who isn't tame at all (watching others)

Mr. Gold who is an aftercare god - fav tea, snack, a bath, pj's, blankets, whatever you want/need on stand by-, Rumple who never does aftercare - just kinda leaves after all i said or done.

Both who need/want clear consent, love making you beg of anything

Both who love hearing the noises you make

Both who like marking - receiving, seeing, making them

Gold x M!reader (NSFW under the cut)

Mr. Gold who gave up hoping for a change. 20 years spent the exact same way. Nothing changed, or moved on.

Mr. Gold who was rather ruthless with his rent deals, and kept to himself outside of it.

Mr. Gold who went to collect his rent money, and found a new tenant. Young, fresh faced, new to town. Stumbled into it one their way away from the big city.

Mr. Gold, who for all intents and purposes needed to do a thorough interview to make sure said new tenant could pay rent on time.

Mr. Gold who learned everything about his new tenant. No one knew has come to Storybrooke for as long as it existed.

Mr. Gold who quickly fell for the young new mind. Hired him to help run the pawn shop so he could have a day off every now and then.

Mr. Gold who slowly entices this new tenant into a favorable position. Who quickly gets way over his head and underestimates him.

Mr. Gold that quickly learns his new employee knew every way to fuck him under the sun.

Mr. Gold who almost gets worried his neighbors overheard how loud he was, moans and shouts and beg.

Mr. Gold who never begged untill it was for you cock, stretching and filling him.

Soap survived. Alone. He was alone when he woke and he had been alone since. and Markov will regret ever leaving him there. Death gave him a second chance. He won't waste it.

I was heavily inspired by @czigonas post about Soap surviving and taking down Markov.

Prices turn to be jealous. A captain temporarily stationed with the 141 had taken a keen interest in Gaz.

(Price x Gaz, SFW, mentioned guns, explicit smoking and drinking)

A captain temporarily stationed with the 141 had taken a keen interest in Gaz. That wasn't a bad thing. Everyone can admit that Gaz was one of the best soldiers in the SAS and was headhunted for his position. It was a good strong man with even morals. Anyone would be a fool to think he got the job based on favortism.

All this to say, no one was very happy when said temporarily stationed captain kept chasing after Gaz. He wasn't even bloody interested, very happy with Price now that everything from the whole mentee fiasco was settled.

But the person just wouldn't stop. Price found it hard to get a moment near Gaz without him around.

They had a little standing date every other wednesday they aren't on a mission at the gun range - they shoot targets, talk between themselves about anything that comes to mind. So close to lights out, no one else is out there and it is nice and peaceful.

When Price went the most recent week, a gun was already firing. Odd, because Gaz typically waits but the week might have been extra stressful - two short back to back missions and their respective paperwork. Gaz was leaning against the wall, smoking quietly, while the temp captain was firing.

"Sorry, love," Gaz murmured, daring to kiss his cheek.

"Come back to my office?" Price just about begs. He missed his boy, and the captain wouldn't be leaving for another few weeks.

"You're turn, Gaz," the captain offers the gun to Gaz. "Ah, Price. Come to practice as well?"

"Needed my sargeant for a moment. You understand," Price hummed before he goes to walk off. Gaz smiled and began to follow.

"You're just scared he likes me better," the temp had the gall to say. Price stopped, an out of place smile on his face.

"The fuck is he talking about?" Price asks Gaz.

"He was asking about when i go home. Seemed real interested in joining me."

"Did he?" Price laughed. "Kyle," Price offers a hand to the sergeant. "I think i hear that bottle of scotch and a few cigars calling out names."

"I think you're quite right, John," Kyle smiles at him. "I prefer my captain. I've made that very clear."

Its not that John Price is an insecure man. Quite the opposite. If he wants or needs something, he tells Kyle, and likewise. He didn't need to have pissing contests with men who don't stick around, especially not over Kyle. They make it to his office without another word, glasses pours and cigar lite, sit by side on the couch. Kyle takes the cigar from John's lips, kisses him before smiling.

"Only captain for me, John."

"I better be."

Gaz getting jealous when Price ends up mentoring another soldier.

(Price/Gaz, Sfw, mild injury (non graphic)

Gaz getting jealous when Price ends up mentoring another soldier and not saying anything for weeks until the new guy makes some snide comment about Price moving from him. He doesn't know really why it hurts so much.

He was just Price's underling - closer than they should be really for their positions - despite the new steps they had taken together. He started withdrawing from Price, and the rest of the 141.

Soap tells Price, scowling and arms crossed demanding to know why happened to make Gaz stop being well, Gaz. Until this moment, Price has no clue what was going on - he was busy with the new recruits and his new mentee. He felt horrible for not noticing what was happening to his boy.

He had to actually look for Gaz - he was running again.

When Price sees Gaz, he can see exactly what Soap was on about. He looked tired, paler and a bit skinnier than he should be and ignoring Price while he goes around the track. Price stays and watches, until his new mentee calls for him - a scheduled personal training session with them.

He misses the way Gaz fights off tears, pushing himself harder hoping Price would notice and praise him again.

It comes to a head another week later.

Gaz and the new mentee were sitting in Price's office. Gaz had a bruise on his cheek, the mentee had a broken nose and more bruises. Gaz got him good, better than the mentee got him. Gaz flexed his bruising knuckles gently, listening to the reprimands and making no comment.

The fight had started when the new mentee was pushing his luck around Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. Asking about Price's after work habits and throwing around comments about Soap and Ghost being together, so they think they have a chance.

Gaz had snapped, listening to this for weeks.

Price dismisses the mentee first, who huffed with a smirk. Gaz stays seated, breaths low and even. He was ready for whatever disciplinary that is going to take place.

Fingers poking at the bruise, pulling up his top lip to view his bloody teeth aren't it. He looks up at Price, eyes defiant and ready for another fight - he wouldn't walk away as unscathed against Price. Maybe that's what he wants. Any attention from Price.

"going to bruise nasty, Kyle," Price mentioned, still baring Gaz's teeth so he cant respond. "Open." His jaw opens, and Price pulls his cheek back to inspect the cut quietly. He retreats when he finds the damage to be nothing to worry about. His hand moves to cup Gaz's jaw and he sighed gently. "I'm sorry. I didn't think how this would affect you. It won't happen again."

"Liar," Gaz hums, but his eyes soften a bit.

"I promise they will never be more important than you are, Kyle. That's the truth."

Gaz wraps his arms around Price's waist and hides his face in his stomach.

"Okay."

"You'll have to tell me everything that's happened. Over dinner?" Gaz nods, beginning to smile a bit. "You go him good, Kyle."

"Always, John." Gaz looks up at him, that tiny smile there.

"There's my boy."

Thoughts about Price getting a crush on Laswell's work partner, feeling wrong about it because Laswell is one of his closest friends.

(Gn reader, no Y/N, SFW)

At first, Price seems like a nice guy - overworked military captain trying his best to keep his men and self in line and get their job done. You joined the taskforce with Laswell, her new work partner and friend. A couple times you would meet in the hall, talking a bit, and keep on your way. You were purely professional and it made him feel even worse about his growing crush on you.

He'd try his best to ignore it, tyr to keep himself professional when talking to you. One mission, you were overwatch because Laswell wasn't available in time. You were good at it, gave them the information and called out threats with ease. You had their backs.

That's when Price knew he was in too deep.

He would still try to deny it obviously - he would never betray his friend like that.

For months he harbored this secret, this crush.

One time, you went into the field, and it ended in a fire fight. No one was expecting it to go down, but you all made it out with limited damages.

You had a small wound, a graze from a bullet. Nothing serious.

But Price never left your side, made sure you were on light duty and kept a strict eye on you. He made sure to check the wound himself every day or so. You get to see another side of him, a soft caring side.

And one day, you were reading in his office, and look up at him.

Price was just sitting there, looking at you with this look in his eyes.

"I'm falling in love with you," he blurted, blinking at you.

You smile, soft and sweet. "I'm falling in love with you too."

He nods, goes back to his reports and you go back to you book.

Maybe later, he'll take you to dinner, and you'll talk it though and he'll kiss you goodnight like a proper gentleman.

But at work, you'd just be perfect professionals.