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[phantombmoll]

Greg x Reader - A little appetiser Summary - Greg's messed up, your teasing is justified but he still gets cocky. Rating T/M - Mature themes, sexiness but no explicitness Author Note; There was no prompt for this I just really like writing domestic Greg all happy and in love.

"Your arse in that dress is sinful." Greg pressed close as he passed by watching you as you pulled the wineglasses out of the dishwasher.

"Well don't get any ideas because your friends will be here soon." You could feel his eyes on you as you straightened up and it would be a lie to say you hadn't chosen the dress for the purposes of torturing him. He deserved it though. He was the one who'd invited everyone round after too many beers the week before and then he was the one who'd offered to cook, then had to stay late at work leaving everything to you.

"They're your friends too." Greg said his lips pressing gentle kisses with intent along your neck his arms sliding around your waist. You loved him and warmth radiated through you, the delicious slow burn of arousal starting low in your belly.

You weren't going to give in to him though.

"Hmm but I didn't invite them round-" You replied as Greg persisted at your neck, you stopped the groan about to leave you and tensed your legs to stop them from going to jelly as he hit that spot. "-and I wasn't the one who forgot he'd invited everyone around until someone at work reminded him. I also wasn't the one who promised to cook and then stayed late at work leaving my better half to do all the prep, shopping and organising."

Greg's hands skimmed your shoulders, pausing to slip a finger under your bra strap and admire it. He knew it was his favourite, the one with the lacey trim that fit just right, made your chest look like something from a thoroughly indecent 50's blue movie.

"I did apologise about that." Greg said against your shoulder. "And I get the feeling you might be getting your own back." His hands skimmed over your waist and started to scrunch the base of the dress, letting out a groan when his fingers found the top of the suspenders. "You're definitely punishing me."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I simply got ready for the dinner you organised and now I'm trying to carry on with the prep." You turned into his arms before pushing past him, heading for the stove. You dipped the tip of a teaspoon into the pan and tasted it to check then turned it down to a low simmer.

"I really am sorry." Greg said sliding his hands back around your waist. You turned into him, allowing him to kiss you. His lips soft and warm and wanting. The pressure seemed to slip straight between your thighs and if you carried on the battle would be lost. You'd give into him easily. Greg pushed his luck hooking his hands under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter. His hands slid up your stocking covered thighs and up under your dress.

You groaned, cursing yourself for letting the sound escape and Greg pressed himself between your thighs.

"Let me taste you." He grinned against your lips. "Just a little appetiser."

Fuck.

Your heaving chest is enough of a giveaway that you don't want him to stop. Not really. Especially not when he talks like that and especially when you know how good he is with his mouth.

"You're a very bad man." You say fingers raking the hair at the base of his skull. He moans and grins at you. Sliding his hands further up your thighs, inching the dress up higher. It's tight but the fabric has a stretch that means it gives you some leeway.

"And you are a very bad girl." He says, fingers skimming the dampness of the lacey black knickers he loves so much. Your hips react to him and the grin comes back.

He's cocky.

Too cocky.

"Ready and waiting for-"

BZZZZZ

The door bell buzzes. His head drops to your chest and he makes a noise of disappointment that makes you laugh quietly.

"We could ignore it." He says into your chest.

"You invited them." You say scrunching your hands in the base of his hair again, just the way he likes, knowing it will do nothing to abate his arousal and now he'll have to answer the door with it and have it hanging over him all night. You press on his chest and jump down off the counter adjusting your dress. "Go answer the door." You say pressing a kiss to his cheek and patting his chest.

[corporateprince]

0.

The shot is impossibly loud.

Ears still ringing, Reeve lowers the gun, staring at the body of President Alexander Shinra.

The door behind him slams open, and he turns, gun still in hand, to see Veld and Tseng burst in. Veld takes the scene in impassively, and Reeve figures he’s got less than a minute to live.

A jerk of Veld's head sends Tseng around the other side of the desk, where Rufus lies unconscious and Regina is crouched over him, nursing a split lip, then Veld approaches Reeve.

“Give me the gun, Tuesti,” he says sternly, and Reeve, left with no other choice, does.

Veld looks at Reeve, glances at the twins, and then turns and fires two more bullets into the President’s head.

When Reeve finishes throwing up, Veld is on the phone. “…still in the building,” he’s saying. “Tseng has taken the twins to a secure location; I’ll question Tuesti and see if he saw anything useful.”

…what?

Veld hangs up without a farewell, and his gaze immediately lands on Reeve. “Yes, you’re still alive,” he says. “You’re not a killer, Tuesti. Tell me what happened.”

There’s clear evidence to the contrary, but when the mental image helpfully presents itself, Reeve nearly vomits again.

Veld waits patiently for him to control himself, which is about when Reeve notices that the president’s body has been covered up with Veld and Tseng’s jackets.

Reeve takes a deep breath. “I… he discovered Regina and Rufus swapped places for the event tonight. His views on such things are— obsolete.”

Veld nods. “You’re not a man of violence, are you? You like to help, to make things.”

Confused, Reeve nods. He wonders what that has to do with—

“The old president was not a pacific man,” Beld continues on. “And as you noted, his views on the places of men and women were obsolete. He lashed out because Rufus was in his sister’s gown?”

Mouth dry, Reeve nods. “He’d already struck Regina for not— they’d managed to frustrate his matchmaking goals by sticking close to me. When he realized they had switched— it was too fast for me to stop it, Rufus was just— it’s a miracle he didn’t hit his head.”

“Tseng will remain with the twins while we wait for the paramedics to arrive,” Veld tells him, fairly gently. “Rufus has been placed under a Stop spell for the time being. Otherwise, the nearest medical facility is in Professor Hojo’s labs.”

Isn’t that illegal? Reeve almost asks, but stops. He’s only been to the labs briefly, a swift tour to help him understand the layout of Shinra Tower and how best to balance the lab’s power and mako requirements. He’d as soon never return, and the idea of either of the children there makes him shudder. Stasis is probably the best choice.

“Precisely,” Veld says, as though he’s divined Reeve’s thoughts. He examines Reeve for a long moment, clearly weighing his options. It’s more than long enough to make Reeve anxious again. He killed the president. Veld should have shot him then and there, and instead…

“Not an assassination,” Veld says, finally. “Too sloppy. An argument in front of the twins, perhaps, that got heated. You were ordered to take them out of the room. As they reached you, the assailant grabbed the president’s gun and shot him. He panicked and fled, striking the twins aside.”

It’s one thing to know that the Turks craft any story they please about the bodies inevitably left in their wake. It’s another thing entirely to know.

“But if Regina is questioned—” Reeve begins, only to be cut off by a raised eyebrow.

“Reggie will occupy herself at her brother’s side for the next few hours. More than enough time for the news to break about President Shinra’s death, and the capture of his attacker. Or at least the discovery of his body.” Reeve swallows  hard, uncertain if Veld means to produce a random body — or his own.

Veld steeples his fingers, holding Reeve’s nervous gaze. “We’ll need an interim president, someone to hold the company until the twins are of age to take the reins. Someone we can trust to pass on the crown when that time comes.” A sly smile crosses Veld’s face, there and gone in an instant. “Congratulations, President Tuesti.”

[p4xman]

good morning gays

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17702378/chapters/41758715

[fuckyeah-bevywise]

Hide and Seek (epilogue)

Just because things didn’t go according to plan, it doesn’t mean they went bad.

The Deadlights were a naturally occurring phenomenon that existed with the Prim, perhaps before. Gan had noted that where ever there was life, a patch of Deadlights loomed, and when the Deadlights passed, new life formed. Creation, followed by consumption, followed by new creation, and more consumption, in an endless cycle. The balance kept everything in order.

So when He spun physical universe together, Gan created two entities to embody these powers. The Turtle, infused with His life giving powers of creation, and another creature, fashioned from a large patch of Deadlights to consume the old and make way for the new. At the time Gan had thought them perfect, but as time went on, He realized He had made a mistake with the creature of Consumption. 

It was a wild, directionless thing that understood only It’s own hunger, not It’s purpose, so It consumed blindly, spreading fear among the cosmos and taking joy in doing so. The fear made It hated, It’s lack of understanding led to none understanding It. And as It failed to connect with any other form of life, unable to relate to anyone, or express Itself to,  Gan realized He had created the loneliest creature in all reality.

Such a pity.

Lives were lost to It’s appetite, as Gan had planned, but the creature abandoned It’s duties to follow It’s indulgences. Reality filled up with no Consumer to devour the dead and dying worlds. It needed to come back, but It would not listen. Not to Him, nor to It’s brother. It was lonely, and angry, It blamed them for It’s isolation.

Gan had an idea. It would not listen to them because It could not relate to them, so surely if there came a creature It could relate to, then surely It would listen to them. So Gan set forth a plan, to mold a new monster from a fresh patch of Deadlights, and sent them down to Earth to meet with the Consumer. The creature was primarily using the form of a human Male, either going by the name Robert Gray, or dressing Itself as a clown by the name Pennywise. The new creature decided it was best to approach in the form of a female to attract It’s attention.

This was where the plan went wrong. When ‘she’ arrived on Earth, Pennywise had fallen asleep and she had to wait for It to reawaken before they could meet. While It slept, she had encountered another. A mortal man, whom she found attractive, and perhaps even loved for a time. She married him, loved him, and bore him a daughter. But the child of a mortal and a Deadlights creature would never last. She gave up her Deadlights to allow the child to live. Her own body lasted only a few years without them before she died from what would be called cancer..

The Deadlights would remain dormant within the child, Beverly, until she reached maturity.

A half human, half Deadlight creature was surely an abomination. A full Deadlights creature such as her mother could control her life stealing abilities, but humans had less mental control, any partner she took would succumb to the Deadlights, She would have to die. So Gan had arranged for Pennywise to find her when It awoke. It would kill her, and reclaim her Deadlights into a creature that could control them...

But yet...

Pennywise was drawn to Beverly, and Beverly to Pennywise. The Consumer cared not that she was half human, It recognized the Deadlights within her and took her as a mate. The pair moved between worlds now, Beverly’s human half could not sustain herself on the cosmos as Pennywise could, so she traveled universes experiencing all they had to offer before her mate came and consumed them.

The Deadlights within her would keep Beverly alive. Perhaps eternally, perhaps not. But it would be a very long time before that became an issue worth investigating. Gan was relieved in the knowledge that, for now, the they were happy in each other’s company. In teaching Beverly about herself, Pennywise was learning much more about Itself as well, and had since become a bit more agreeable.

They were not in anyway prepared to discuss the possibility of  further breeding, making more of their own kind. Pennywise had many times attempted to create offspring asexually, that had been met with failure. Gan had forbidden It to have children. But with It’s mate now, perhaps in time, Gan could allow such a thing. Only Pennywise displayed to ability to eat worlds. Offspring would likely take after their mother...

Oh...

No sense in thinking of such things now. After all, somethings never go as planned, and that was not always such a bad thing...

[phantombmoll]

"You're bleeding." - Maybe reader says it to Greg and then they kiss or something

Greg Lestrade x Reader Warnings: Mentions of injury Tags; Established relationship, mentions of injury, hurt/comfort Author Notes: This doesn't really have a kiss in it, aside from a peck and I'm sorry about that but it's just not the way the inspiration took me. I thought this was cute though and hope you enjoy. None of the gifs are mine and eventually I'd like to try to find more appropriate gifs for the prompt/to make little twofer sets in the post body.

You flexed your toes on the cushion of the sofa, taking a sip of wine as another explosion erupted on the screen. That was at least two broken collarbones and a broken arm.

You enjoyed action movies but your doctor brain couldn't help kicking in as you watched. You knew movie logic applied but still the instinctual part of you kicked in and took note of the injuries and what was and was not survivable.

You heard the door click, a smile crossing your face as you heard Greg calling he was home from the doorway. A familiar grunt escaping him as he kicked his shoes off. You swung your legs off the sofa, getting ready to greet him with a kiss when the television caught your attention again.

"Now that's definitely fatal." You muttered as another fight erupted on the screen.

"What's fatal?" Greg asked. You turned and the smile on your face dropped immediately.

"You're bleeding!" You put the wineglass on the coffee table and rushed over to where he leaned against the sofa. Something clearly wrong with his ribs. On his forehead and cheek were superficial wounds, they looked like a patch had been attempted but one had recently re-split and was bleeding again.

"It's fine." He winced as he tried to brush it off. "Something smells good."

"Don't try to change the subject. You're bleeding and you're hurt. What happened?" You crossed to him eyes darting across his face, inspecting the gash on his head and cheek. The protective edge to your voice made Greg grin.

"Couple of lads on the Dalton estate. We were making an arrest. Uniform was lagging." He said.

"Sit." You instructed, before heading into the kitchen for everything you needed to clean him up. Including pain killers and a stiff drink for him. "Which uniforms?" You ask sitting on the edge of the coffee table and beginning to pull bits of cotton apart to clean up the gash.

"Why, are you going to have a word?" Greg laughed and then winced.

"First of all why aren't you at the hospital."

"Hospital won't do anything for bruised ribs." Greg said and you narrowed your eyes at him. "I cleaned it up, just didn't have time to do a good job with a plaster." He gestured to his head and cheek. "Came off in the car. Besides, maybe I wanted to play a slightly realistic game of Doctor/Patient with my gorgeous other half." He grinned leaning forwards all teeth and cheek. He was looking for a kiss. Hoping to distract you of your concern. Instead you raised a brow at him.

"You're an idiot." You said, but you leaned in to kiss him anyway. Soft, quick, leaving Greg lingering slightly and hoping for more despite his pain.

"This needs at very least butterfly stitches. You should have gone to the hospital Greg." You started to clean the wound.

"I've no concussion, haven't fallen asleep, they won't do anything for ribs and I'm not sitting in A&E for 6 hours when I live with an excellent and very attractive doctor." Greg said.

"I'm getting the stitches, get your shirt off too I want to examine your ribs. If I think you need an x-ray we're going to hospital."

"You just want to get my clothes off." Greg called after you. You heard the grunt of pain as he slipped the shirt of his shoulders. "You know-" He started as you came back through with more supplies. "I was wondering about a hero bandage." He lay down on, already ruined shirt behind his head to protect the cushions from anymore blood. "One like Indiana Jones across here." He said gesturing across his chest. "I've heard the girls love them."

"Firstly those are not a real thing, no matter how good indy looks. Secondly-" You pressed the wound on his head together, it had resumed bleeding now you cleaned it up. You pressed a butterfly stitch onto it and another. "How has no one made sure you went to the hospital and didn't drive home alone?"

"I told them I was fine."

You pressed a final stitch, then set to dressing the wounds before sitting back to look at his chest. There was a bruise in what looked like the shape of a boot starting to form. Your fingers ghosted it lightly and Greg tensed.

"Yeah, a hero bandage definitely guarantees at least a snog."

You knew exactly what he was doing. He was downplaying his injuries because he wanted to laugh them off. He wanted food and a beer and to not think about just how stark a reminder this was of the dangers of the job. You weren't quite ready to laugh it off. Maybe in an hour or two when the dust had settled and you'd play into his want for someone to kiss it better.

"Greg." You said softly, fingers still at the edges of the bruise over his ribs.

"Hey, I'm fine." Greg said taking your hand in his.

"This is not fine." You replied.

"I'm fine." Greg said again more firmly this time. "I'm fine."

He knew what you were thinking, he'd probably thought it himself. It could have been a knife instead of a boot in his side. His job was dangerous and this was a stark reminder.

[fuckyeah-bevywise]

Hide and Seek part 3

Part 1

Part 2

The creature awoke with It’s usual hunger. A storm started to brew as It crawled out of the darkness, looking for food. Derry could change a lot in the years It slept below the town, but Pennywise was often more surprised by how it didn’t. The hungry monster followed familiar streets, sniffing out prey and coming across an interesting scene.

It was a birthday party, with at least 30 kids, a big bouncy castle and several party clowns mixed in with a bunch of parent chaperones. One more clown was hardly worth not and Pennywise went in to investigate. With so many children running around, even this many adults couldn’t possibly keep an eye on all of them. Breakfast was served.

That is, until It saw Beverly.

The woman a different last name, but human females changed their names once they met and married a mate, didn’t they? The creature never understood the concept of marriage, many beings even on this small world mated for life, what was so special about a wedding? There was just some stupid, easily destroyed piece of paper that claimed two people were one, or some shit like that. From It’s understanding, humans were not even always faithful either, so what was the point?

Still, the knowledge that Beverly had married made the clown feel angry. What was her last name now, Denbrough or Hanscom? Both boys had serious feelings for her as children, surely one of them must have grown to be her husband...No, neither. Her last name was Williams. Odd. It didn’t remember Beverly ever hanging out with anyone by the name Williams.

For the moment, Pennywise ignored the rumble of It’s stomach to get closer to Beverly. It should be angry, she had, in the end, turned on It and helped her friends beat It. Yet, the creature felt something stir within it as the sight of her, a different kind of hunger that compelled It to take her and finish what they had started 27 years ago.

And steal her away from fucking Williams.

The woman caught It staring at her, and her eyes furrowed in confusion, but human minds were so simple, especially the ones here in Derry, It didn’t take long to trick her into believing it was her idea to abandon the party and sneak up to the house with the clown. 

The further away from the distracting scent of the children, the more Pennywise was starting to notice something didn’t feel right. The pair slipped inside and Beverly led It to a bedroom where she began to undress herself. The clown started to follow suit, climbing onto the bed with her and under the covers where It began to touch and kiss her.

And where It realized It’s mistake.

She didn’t smell right. That sweet scent that had drawn It to Beverly was nowhere on this woman. Nor the personal scents It had been associating with her all Summer, and even the scent of Derry seemed new on her. This woman was not the right one, her name was never Beverly Marsh. She used to be Beverly Lewis, from Haven, not Derry. She and her husband had moved here three years ago. 

The monster started to growl, this was It’s own mistake, mixing her up with the wrong Beverly, but It still felt like It had been tricked. Seduced away from It’s Beverly by a false one as It had intended to seduce her from whoever the fuck Williams was. As It’s anger flared, the spell Beverly was under broke, and she realized what she was about to do. But as she tried to call off the affair, claiming she loved her husband, she noticed that her bedding companion was not what she believed It was.

Blood stained the mattress as Pennywise tore her throat out, she gasped and gurgled out a cry as she choked on her own blood. The monster started feeding on her while she still lived, not bothering to put her in the Deadlights, there was no place in them for a false Beverly, after all. Not ideal, but breakfast was breakfast.

The creature prevented anyone outside from realizing the false Beverly was missing while It ate, tearing off her head to scoop out her brain and pondered just why It had gotten so excited about the idea of meeting Beverly again. As before, It knew that no other prey had gotten such a response from It. Why did It want to fuck Beverly more than It wanted to eat her?

It couldn’t figure out any explanation, their encounter had been so brief, too, that It did not trust It’s own memory to even guess. It needed to find her again. It need to fuck her, and get rid of these insipid desires. The ‘why’ could be answered once It was satisfied.

With more meat than It could possibly devour in a single meal, Pennywise brought the false Beverly back to It’s lair to finish later, leaving an empty bed with a large bloodstain as the only clue about what had become of her. The monster had no care to dispose of evidence, it wasn’t like Pennywise could ever be caught. 

Now It could begin It’s hunt, the hunt for Beverly Marsh, and the truth to why It was was so enchanted by her. 

[fuckyeah-bevywise]

Haunted Doll AU

As a girl, Beverly had the most horrible nightmares and visions of monsters in the night. Desperate to help, her mother took her to an old antique shop and told her to pick out a doll, claiming there was magic in old things. To tell the truth, Beverly only picked the clown because her father said it was creepy. An assistant at the store warned that the doll had been returned to them on multiple occasions. 

Children claimed it was evil.

She carried the doll around all day, the shop owner said his name was Pennywise, a little creeped out herself by him, but mommy said to be nice to the doll, so she took him out to play in the yard, shared a tea party with him, and at night, instead of putting Pennywise on the shelf with her other dolls, Beverly tucked him into bed with her, kissed him good night and told him she loved him.

That night, she heard a sound in her room, frightened that her nightmares were coming for her she reached for Pennywise to protect her, but the doll was gone. The noises came again. A light tussling, the scrape of claws on the floor and a low growl. Her regular monster.  Beverly pulled up her sheets, using them as a shield had worked many nights before, but she always feared this would be the last.

Then, a new sound, the thump of running feet, a jingle of bells. A shout, a snarl. Beverly started to cry under her sheet, a gross coppery scent filled her nose. Then...Silence. For several long minutes it was absolutely quiet. And then soft footsteps, the bells, and a weight on the bed. Too terrified to even scream, Beverly could only whimper as something pulled down her blankets.

The dim light from the moon outside reflected brightly against a man’s pale skin. She stared in awe for a moment and still could not move when the figure leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I love you” He said with a bloodstained mouth, repeating her earlier words and tucked her in. 

It was impossible, but Beverly recognized the figure. It was her doll. Pennywise, a lifesize man- larger than life! He was bigger than her dad! She started to ask a question, but Pennywise raised a finger to her lips, “Go to sleep. I’ll take care of the monsters”

Suddenly, Beverly couldn’t keep her eyes open, like his words were some kind of sleeping spell. The next morning, the doll was on the floor, poised to peer under her bed like he was keeping something under there. No monsters ever bothered her again. 

She slept with Pennywise in her bed for far longer than what her father claimed was acceptable, and even when she stopped tucking him under her arm every night, she always kept him close. On the toughest nights, like after her mother died, Beverly brought Pennywise down from the shelf to hold until she fell asleep. 

She knew...Even from the earliest days, that the worst monster was her own father. And as Beverly grew into a woman, Pennywise would be there to fend him off. In time she grew to understand, while her father was the worst, Pennywise was the most dangerous monster of all, and with a little kindness and love, she had earned his eternal loyalty...