Characters: Ron slider Kerner, nick Goose Bradshaw, Pete maverick mitchell, tom iceman Kazansky
Prompts: solitary confinement, "make it stop"
Warning: Dark Nick Bradshaw, dark Pete Mitchell, possessive behavior, alpha/omega au, omega Ron, alpha nick, alpha Pete, alpha tom
Summary: [ITALIAN ONLY FOR NOW SORRY] quando Nick nota Ron al bar qualcosa scatta. Intende riprendersi l'omega che Iceman è riuscito a portargli via, ed è disposto a tutto per farlo.
Maverick inclinò la testa con un sorrisetto, arricciò il naso e si appoggiò alla spalla di Goose.
"Era quello lì? Seriamente?"
Nick borbottò qualcosa, non aveva ancora distolto lo sguardo da Slider. Erano passati anni, non sembrava cambiato molto, eccetto forse che non era un pilota alla fine. No, era solo un RIO. Non che avesse mai avuto la stoffa del pilota, a dire il vero. Era solo un ragazzetto troppo magro e fragile. O almeno lo era stato. Era cresciuto adesso.
Nick non riuscì a frenare il ghigno che gli si dipinse sul viso. Slider ancora doveva notarlo, era avvinghiato al suo alpha come se la sua stessa vita dipendesse da quello. Tom parlava con la barista, aveva alzato una mano e la passava tra i capelli corti dell'uomo alle sue spalle, affondò le dita nei riccioli che si erano salvati quando aveva tagliato i capelli. Poi gli passò un drink, non prima di averne provato un sorso. Oh, certo. Tom era sempre stato assurdamente protettivo.
"Un omega? Oh, goose, da te non me lo sarei mai aspettato. È così... inferiore."
Si leccò le labbra.
"Già. Ma era mio. E intendo riprendermelo."
"Da condividere?"
Goose guardò brevemente Maverick, poi scrollò le spalle.
"Solo perché sei tu, Pete. Potrei anche cedertelo per un po'."
"Inizia a piacermi. Come pensi di prenderlo?"
Nick fischiettò, vide come Slider si mosse, si spostò, sembrò drizzare le orecchie. Nick sorrise ancora, soddisfatto.
"Ero io il suo padrone, non Mr alpha perfettino. Sarà lui a venire da me."
Tom ringhiò e strinse la presa su Ron che chiuse gli occhi e affondò il naso contro il suo collo.
Goose conosceva quel suono, quel ringhio. "Mio", sembrava dire. Ah-- come se Slider potesse effettivamente essere suo quando Nick si era premurato che il marchio che portava sulla pelle gli ricordasse ogni volta a chi appartenesse in realtà. Avrebbe marchiato anche Mav, se solo avesse acconsentito. In realtà doveva ancora chiederglielo, e sapeva che l'alpha più giovane non avrebbe detto di no, ma voleva il suo permesso prima. Era pur sempre un alpha. Slider, d'altro canto, senza appartenere a nessuno era destinato a morire. Non si era fatto, all'epoca, troppi problemi a lasciare che Nick lo giostrasse e prendesse come voleva. Poi era subentrato Tom.
Tom, con quella sua aria da cavaliere senza macchia e senza paura. Tom, che credeva di poter arrivare e prendere quello che era suo. E quello stupido omega aveva lasciato fare. Non lo biasimava, su quello. Ron non voleva a altro che appartenere a qualcuno. Ma quel qualcuno era lui. Doveva essere lui. Aveva speso soldi per quella patetica--
"Mio. Mio. Mio." Ron si avvolse sulla sua schiena, sfregò il volto nell'incavo del suo collo.
Oh, Tom l'aveva notato. Bene. Era quello che goose voleva. Voleva che vedesse nel momento in cui quel piccolo, patetico omega tornava dal suo padrone come era giusto facesse.
E lo avrebbe punito, decise Nick. Lo avrebbe punito e avrebbe addirittura consentito a Mav di aiutarlo. Doveva imparare la lezione, cosa aveva pensato di fare? scappare in quel modo con il primo alpha che trovava? Volare?
Ah! Come se fosse davvero in grado di mantenere abbastanza controllo, e volare con un Alpha, anche peggio. Doveva aver fatto un bel lavoretto per aver avuto quell'occasione, un lavoretto coi fiocchi. Beh, Nick sapeva bene quanto bastava quanto Slider fosse abile con la bocca. Probabilmente non c'era voluto troppo a convincere il comandante. Gli aveva insegnato lui, dopotutto.
Nick fischiettò ancora prima di voltarsi e trascinare Mav via con sé. Rise quando l'eco basso del ringhiò giunse alle sue orecchie. Oh, non vedeva l'ora di farlo a pezzi. E lo avrebbe fatto davanti a quel perfetto alpha che pensava di poter avere tutto.
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Ron conosceva quel profumo. Lo conosceva e faceva di tutto per ignorarlo.
Oh, forse entrare nella marina non era stata quella grande idea, alla fine. Tutti quegli alpha lì attorno, quegli occhi puntati su di lui. Non che dessero fastidio, non con Tom al suo fianco. Aveva passato così tanto tempo a comportarsi da alpha per compiacere suo padre, finché l'uomo, stanco di quel rifiuto, di quell'errore, di quel nato sbagliato che aveva infangato la sua linea, non lo aveva venduto. Come si conviene ad un buon omega, dopotutto.
Nick, il suo padrone, il suo Alpha, era... a Ron piaceva. Era gentile. Era caldo. Le sue mani erano morbide e delicate sulla sua pelle.
Nick era buono con lui, era Ron ad essere sbagliato, e Nick era costretto a punirlo, ma Ron avrebbe imparato, promise. Si sarebbe guadagnato il suo affetto. Il suo amore.
Ron lo aveva guardato con quegli occhi che Nick diceva sembravano di un cerbiatto, e aveva promesso di essere perfetto.
"Amore? Oh, sei proprio una dolcezza. Ma se avessi voluto amore avrei scelto qualcuno in grado di darmi dei figli."
Posso farlo. Posso darteli. Se me lo chiedi-- ma Ron non lo disse. Sarebbe stato il perfetto omega e Nick lo avrebbe amato, alla fine.
(Si domandò a quanto suo padre era stato disposto a lasciarlo andare. Si domandò quanto valesse. Sperava tanto, era-- non era il classico omega, non era piccolino e fragile e sottomesso. Sperava che il suo alpha--)
Il suo alpha, l'alpha che Ron amava, aveva amato, l'alpha che aveva marchiato la sua iniziale sul suo petto era lì, in quella stanza e Ron non era certo di poter, voler, resistere.
Tom non lo avrebbe lasciato andare. Ron non voleva andare, non dopo quello che era successo.
(Ma era stata colpa sua. Aveva provocato il suo Alpha e nick era stato costretto a punirlo. A legarlo in quella stanzetta senza finestre, con un collare troppo stretto al collo e l'uniforme di cui ron andava così fiero, a brandelli e macchiata di sangue. Lo aveva provocato lui, meritava di restare rinchiuso da solo finché nick non avesse deciso che era abbastanza.)
Ma il suo profumo era così dolce. Invitante.
(No. No, Ron era in controllo. Di sé stesso, della sua vita.)
"Ron? Stai bene?"
La voce di Tom era bassa. Un sussurro. Si era avvicinato, le labbra contro il suo orecchio, il respiro caldo su di lui. Vicino. Così vicino. Ron respirò a fondo, riempì i polmoni del suo profumo, cercò di scacciare quello di Nick.
Alpha. Alpha. Alpha.
Nick lo aveva comprato. Lo aveva marchiato. Apparteneva a lui.
A Ron sembrò di annegare. Gli parve di andare a fondo senza speranza alcuna di sopravvivere. Ogni parte di lui urlava e strepitava, lo spingeva verso il baratro.
Verso Nick.
Era un richiamo che non poteva frenare per quanto provasse. Per quanto volesse.
Avrebbe, aveva, chiesto a Tom di marchiarlo. Di renderlo suo. Solo suo.
"Qualunque cosa tu voglia, Tommy. La farò. Sarò chiunque mi chiedi di essere. Ma ti prego-- ti prego."
Aveva cercato di grattare via la cicatrice sul petto, di tagliarla. Tom lo aveva baciato, stringendo le mani che tenevano il coltello, gettandolo dall'altro lato della stanza. Finché la cicatrice era sul suo corpo, Ron non sarebbe mai stato libero.
"Fallo smettere... fallo smettere ti prego. Se dici che sono tuo, che sei il mio padrone allora la smetterà. Tom-- tommy ti prego--" gemette. Tom non lo disse mai.
Ron aveva le guance arrossate dal caldo e dal sole quando i suoi passi lo portarono davanti a Goose e Maverick. Conosceva l'alpha più giovane di fama, ma null'altro. Non sembrava un alpha. Così come lui non sembrava un omega, di solito.
"Hey dolcezza. Deciso di tornare a casa?"
No, voleva dire. Deciso di romperti la faccia a pugni e essere libero.
Here are my villains for my Marchen Knight Precure, the sequel and spinoff of Smile Precure, fan series. And that's not all, here are the bios of the new Bad End Generals/Remnants as well.
Dark Alpha: He was once the fairy of the Marchenland from years ago and he was known as Kuro back then (That was before Emperor Pierrot revealed himself and attacks the Marchenland until Royale Queen sealed him away). However, he's been under the shadow of Wolulun/Wolfrun for quite some time and he's been known as the second rate. Kuro was so full of resentment and jealousy towards Wolulun that they both became bitter rivals and he swore to destroy Wolulun and become the number one of them all. Because of his dark emotions from his heart, Joker granted Kuro the power of the Bad Energy, thus transforming him into Dark Alpha. And not only that, Dark Alpha was granted the Bad End Eye, which it came from the power essence of the Hyper Akanbe Nose, that allowed him to powerup the Twilight Akanbe and his own strength and powers in combat. Dark Alpha is a most heartless and cruel yet cool minded villain who's only focused on destroying Wolunun now aka Cure Ice Wolf as his top priority in order to become the best of all and not being a second rate.
Umiryu: He is an even sea dragon who loves to crush anyone's hopes and bringing them into despair. Umiryu has the ability unleash his water elemental attacks, such as aquatic tornado, water punch, and raging tsunami or something like that. And he's also a very good swimmer, which is his greatest advantage. He is a rival to Oninin aka Cure Blaze, when it comes to their battle regarding the test of strength. Umiryu is a self-proclaimed villain as he truly believes he's the strongest.
Medusa: She's the most self-centered and vain gorgon mistress. Medusa's secret weapon is to use her beauty to fool any men in a way of manipulating them or something along the line and it usually fool Isamu and Oninin as a comical running gag, much to Wolulun and Majorin's annoyance at such gullibility or some sort. Medusa only cares about herself and keeping herself more beautiful than any other women. But watch out for her snake eyes for she can turn her victims into stone by giving them a look in the eye. However, she doesn't use that power unless it's necessary to use as a trump card. Also, Medusa can shapeshift her legs into a snake tail for her to swiftly slither in a fast pace. When angry, her face turns more snake-like in a creepy manner as her snake hairs' eyes glowed red.
Well, there you have it, I hope you like these fiends as much as I do :)
Smile Precure (c) Izumi Todo
Marchen Knight Precure, Dark Alpha, Umiryu, and Medusa (c) me
*Please do not steal my artwork, my Marchen Knight Precure ideas, or my 3 villain ocs*
Sorry for the late update, I was really busy at work!!(TT____TT). But I’ll try to update as much as I can.
For those people who want to know where the master post is, it’s on the right side of your screen, if you’re viewing this on your computer.
Or you could just go to this link;
ONLY ONE LIVES (MASTERPOST)
I also drew this, since my friend wanted me to do so.
ONE IMPORTANT NOTE:
If you were paying attention to what the characters were saying in the movie ‘No One Lives’, and if you’re still wondering why Betty killed herself (I meant the reason wasn’t really clearly explained). The answer was actually in the original movie script, it’s in the scene where they were driving, before getting captured.
Additional Cast:
Terrence Burton - Tobby Kebbell
SEVENTEEN
The Green Eyed Monster
The woods were beautiful and dark, the moon peeked through the clouds, and the dark sky began to drizzle once more. Annabelle knew these woods by heart, it is where she hid as a young girl when her parents turned abusive.
Down the hill, was a dead tree, inside it was a large empty space, a ‘tree trunk house’ to be exact. It was her perfect hiding spot, a perfect hiding spot from monsters such as Godfrey.
When she heard heavy footsteps, breaking branches and rustling the leaves, she quickly hid inside the dead tree and took a peek of the dark surroundings through the tree’s small hole.
She saw him, his forest green eyes gleaming out of the pitch-dark night, like from those tales she had heard as a child about monsters whose eyes glowed in the dark. However, it was no longer a tale, as the ‘green-eyed’ monster was hunting her down.
“~Oh Annabelle...” he called, as she heard twigs break.
She held her breath, afraid that he might hear her. Her heart beat turned fast, as the footsteps got nearer and nearer.
“Come out... come out...” he said in a sing-song sort of way as if it this was a game of ‘hide and seek’, in the park.
The surroundings suddenly turned silent, and only the sound of the drizzling rain was heard. Knowing that curiosity can get her into trouble, she stood still and didn’t attempt to look outside of the trunk. She knew that Godfrey can appear just out of nowhere and didn’t care if she had to wait an hour, just as long he leaves the area. However, impatience won, therefore, she took a slight peek from the trunks hole.
Much to her relief, there was no one, no sign of Godfrey at all. With a sigh, she got out of the tree and took a quick look at her surroundings.
“~Wherever you are...” a deep voice whispered from behind her, causing her to shriek. She knew who it belonged to, and wasted no time making a run for it. However, before she could even do so, strong arms wrapped around her waist, capturing her into his grasp.
She screamed as she elbowed his rock hard chest a number of times until his hands pin her down, forcing her to wrestle him.
She bites his shoulder and then tried for his neck, and then kicks his balls until he forced her legs down, while she tried to scratch his eyes out.
He quickly disarms her, pinning both her hands. And just like that, he has complete control.
They pant as they looked at each other. It only lasts a second before he broke the silence. “~Oh Annabelle... I’ve missed you...” he says darkly, burying himself in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, causing some conflicting feelings within her. She felt flattered, aroused and afraid at the same time.
“Hmph...” she groaned in resignation. Was there any other way out of this?
“Let me go...” she said in a low, but stubborn voice, as if warning him.
“I can’t... it drives me crazy... it drove me crazy...” he said, nibbling the skin near her earlobe, marking her once more. It caused her body to react in such unwanted way.
That quirk of his, it was so familiar, it was as if it happened to her before but she couldn’t pinpoint when?
Though he often marked her, it was not always near the earlobe. It made her get pissed at herself that she could remember such lewd detail.
“I remember you now... Annabelle... and this time around... I will not let you go...” he whispered darkly. She didn’t know what he was exactly talking about, as he sounded like they go all the way back with the word ‘remember’. Cupping and grabbing the back of her head, Godfrey leant in and planted a gruff, possessive kiss on her mouth. The kiss felt like it was a show of dominance and ownership, rather than a show of affection.
As he pulled himself off her, she gulped for air, lightheaded and breathless with the kiss. Assaulted by a hundred conflicting emotions, part of her wanted to fight, and flight. While another part of her was aroused.
He watched as her arm’s jerk useless in his grip.
“Go on...” he taunted. “Struggle all you want. Just gets me hotter when you fight back...”
“It was your doing wasn’t it?!” she paused, choking a sob in the process. “It was you who did that to Leonard’s car!” she said, holding him responsible for everything that had gone wrong tonight.
“Very smart...” he said patronisingly, which irked her in the process. “You know what else? Inter-School Fencing Competition... empty gymnasium... empty girls locker room...” he whispered, as he caressed her face.
Her eyes widened in realisation, as she recalled the incident that happened a long time ago. It made her feel horrified with the fact that after all these years, they still end up finding each other. “You were that boy!!” she said angrily. “You were that boy who took advantage of me!!”
“Small world isn’t it?” he grinned. “And don’t say I took advantage of you... I still remembered how you begged me to not stop...” he said, biting the skin near her earlobe once more. “It’s funny how you always run away and how I always end up finding you, huh?”
No wonder that ‘quirk’ of his was so familiar, it was the same person from years ago, when they were still both in ‘Sixth Form’. As much as she hated to admit it, she harboured feelings for that ‘boy’, and that boy from years ago was none other than Godfrey. It was twisted, but at that moment, he made her feel ‘wanted’, when everyone that mattered didn’t.
She was still a virgin then, but both of them did things to each other, all except ‘penetrative sex’. He may not have been the man who took her virginity, but he was the first man who had touched her so intimately.
“You were that boy...” she repeated, and a tear fell down her cheek, which he wiped with his thumb. A strange and unexpected gesture, coming from a terrible man. “It was confusing and twisted, but I wanted you...” she blurted out, without thinking.
At first, he felt shocked with her sudden confession, and then delighted to learn that there was a part of her that wanted him.“Then? what about now? we can be together now!” he insisted, cupping her cheeks.
“I’m sorry... things are not like before, I can’t, we just can’t,” she said, as tears threatened to fall. Godfrey’s gripped began to tighten in her face, to the point where it became painful for her. Anger was evident in his green eyes. She was so fickle to him, even worse than Emma, that it was starting to piss him off.
With all her might, she raises her leg and knees his rib cage, causing him to tumble down on the side. He gripped his waist, groaning in pain, as Annabelle took the opportunity to free herself from his grasp, and quickly get up.
She immediately kicks his stomach, adding more pain to injury. “You know why we can’t be together?!” she screamed at him. “I know why Betty killed herself!! I know what you did to the previous girl before Betty!!” she said, declaring to him of what she had found out after reading a particular entry in his diary. It was so disturbing, that she finally made a decision to end this twisted relationship with him. If he had done it to the previous girl and planned on doing it to Betty once Emma finally ‘breaks’, what more would it be for her?
In the diary entry, she read that Betty wanted, to kill herself upon learning that he had taken Emma captive. Betty loved him so much, that she’d rather kill herself than he kills her, like what he did previously to the girl before her.
“Look! you don’t understand! it’s different-” he says, trying to reason out with her, however, she immediately cuts him.
“Shut up!! I don’t want to hear your lies anymore!” she snapped at him. “This is the last time I’m warning you... leave me alone!!” she says, before turning around, and quickly running away, deeper into the dark woods. Taking this as an opportunity to finally escape, while he hasn’t fully recovered from the kick she had given him.
“I’m not yet done with you!! We’re not yet done!!” she hears him shout angrily, as his voice echoed throughout the dark misty woods.
Just past the long stretch of woods were houses, and one of them were her late grandparent’s house, which was now occupied by her cousin. If she were to make it there before Godfrey catches up to her, then she can plan her next move and be safe for a while.
**********
Terrence placed down his tea cup and plate full of pasta on the coffee table, as he reached for the remote to turn the tv on.But before he could lean back, he the sound of the back door creaking open was heard.
Quickly taking the umbrella that was nearby, he slowly approached the kitchen where the back door was, ready to defend himself against the unknown intruder.
“Terrence! wait! it’s just me!” the intruder said, as she suddenly jumps in front of his path, almost giving him a heart attack.
“Annabelle? what are you doing here? what happened?” Terrence asked as he lowered his ‘weapon’ down. He’s well aware that Annabelle wouldn’t visit at a time like this unless there was something wrong. This was their late grandparent’s house, and this place was where she always ran when there were problems in the past. Only now, Terrence, her cousin, lives here.
His eyes widened upon seeing her in the bright light. Her shirt was muddy, there was also some cuts and discoloration on both sides of her cheek. It looked like she was attacked.
“My goodness! what happened to you? have you been attacked?!” he frowned, as he examined the bruises that were starting to change colour.
She looked away and nodded. “Listen... I just need to stay for one night, is my old bedroom still fine?”
“Of course, it’s still fine, clean as is. I just haven’t put sheets on the mattress. I have extra pillows from the old guest room... I’m sorry, I mean you haven’t visited the house for a long time.”
“It’s fine Terrence...” she said, brushing his concern off. The fewer people involved, the better.
“So are you going to tell me what happened to you? we should I call the police and report this!”
“It’s better if you don’t get involved...” she sat down on the couch and leant back.
He stood there and glared at her. Some things never change. It was like they were back at sixth form when she had told him tearfully that she was assaulted. However, she refused to tell details and report the incident to the police.
“You’re doing this again! You ask for help, yet you do not let us help you!” he said, as he crossed his arms and sat back down.
“You will not let this go? wouldn’t you?”
“No... not this time...”
“It’s a long story Terrence... and besides, I don’t want you to judge me...” she looked down sadly. In the past, she refused to tell details about her problems, not wanting to get judged or burden someone with them. But now, it looked like she didn’t have much of a choice, as Terrence confronts her about it.
“I’m listening... and I won’t judge you,” he assured.
She sighed in resignation and then began retelling her version of the story, everything back from the beginning.
A/N: I might do some soft editing, because I might’ve made some grammatical errors.
- I will get into detail about Godfrey and Annabelle’s past encounter when they were still ‘teenagers’. I’ll also try to get more into detail about Betty’s suicide. on the next chapter.
Yeah. Windows is stopping support for 10 very soon.
Does that mean I’m gunna pussy out and switch to 11?
No.
An alpha doesn’t conform. I will be staying on windows 10 and performing MY OWN security upgrades.
Maybe I’ll even release them on my GitHub when I’m done with them so you can stay on 10, too. I’ll even do it for free. Heh. Windows won’t even know what hit them.
And yes, I do dual boot between Windows 10 and Kali Linux. The only reason I even give FAILdows the time of day is because sometimes my friend Jake likes to run league.
I got league running in a VM last week but I couldn’t post about it because I hadn’t made this blog yet.
Maybe I won’t need to worry about MiCocksSoft’s latest scheme after all.
