#phantom halo

[hurtcomfortguaranteed]

Beckett goes through hell to protect his little brother from their abusive father, and from the criminal underworld in the movie Phantom Halo.

[la-gotica-fantasma]

Carved

media - Phantom Halo

relationship - Samuel Emerson (Thomas Brodie-Sangster) x Witch!Fem!Reader

contains - Reader is portrayed gothically / Witchcraft / "Love" as a nickname

word count - 0.7k

author's notes - Jamaica leaves are pronounced "ha-my-kah" :}

Each breath of wind that passed around him felt colder, like autumn was dragging itself into this year at August's greetings. Which, Samuel supposed, was true.

It was hotter than he could imagine, practically melting the fabric of his clothes into his pale, hidden skin. Leading himself down her cobblestone pathway, he came upon her house. A while back, she got a bunch of money—practically out of nowhere—that she used to buy herself a sweet, pretty, Victorian-style home.

He still had no clue where all of that money derived from.

Arches lined above the entry way, the middle of each dripping down like a man-made stalactite. The wrap-around porch was creaky—he knew that from memory. The herbs that grew in front of her house seemed to be healthy; each bit of rosemary looking just as bright as the glint in his eyes.

Thinking he saw her shadow through the window, in the kitchen, he made his way up the two porch steps, following his senses to her. Walking in, he slowly shut the screen door, letting it latch silently.

Towering over the oven, she stood mixing her spoon through her pot. The spoon was wooden, with dried flowers wrapping around it like it wasn't her hand that truly held it, but nature.

"Shoes off, Sam." [Name] called, not even turning to look at him. How she knew of his presence, he couldn't even begin to understand.

Coughing, he slowly nodded. "Yeah, yeah…"

Occasionally, [Name] would creep him out with her ability to just know. She rarely even had to ask questions; answers came to her like air into her lungs. Humming to herself, she reached to turn off the burner.

"What are you making?" Sam asked, leaning over to look in the pot.

Filling it was what looked like chopped rosemary, citrus fruits of multiple sorts, and bay leaves. The only reason he recognized the leaves to be bay is because [Name] never let him forget. A touch to the bay leaves was an upset girlfriend, he learned.

"It matters not what I'm making, Sam." she responded slyly, turning and giving him a thin smile, her black lipstick creasing the corner of her mouth. "Sam?" she called, awaiting his answer.

"Mhm?"

"Can you get a bowl down and fill it with water? Filtered, please."

This woman endlessly alluded him, but nodding, he swung to get the bowl.

The cupboard was filled with an assortment of different items, not all of them eating utensils. One of the four shelves was where she held her bowls—all of them wooden. He picked the top bowl off of the layers of them, he ran it under the filtered water from her fridge.

Taking it from him, she happily smiled. "Thank you," she grinned.

Giving a shy nod, Samuel backed himself out of whatever way he could have possibly been in, ending up under her dangling bounds of jamaica leaves, all of them a dark maroon. "Can I ask what it's for?" he pondered, his brows raised as he stared up at the leaves, careful of them falling atop his head.

"You may," she answered, enunciating it like a correction—which would be factual, he had used the wrong word, after all. "And, if you must know," she began, a smirk on her dark lips. "I plan on putting it out tonight; it's a full moon tonight, you know."

He nodded, despite not having known that prior. "And what are you doing that for?" he asked, genuinely intrigued. Though his girlfriend had many weird mannerisms, she was quite interesting a majority of the time.

"Moon water." was all she answered, and he supposed that answer was good enough for him. "Sun's going down, yes?" she asked, encouraging him to peek out of the window.

Opening it, he stuck his hand out, getting a feel for the temperature. "Yeah, it's going down, but it is kinda cold. It'll only get colder," he said, impartial to the wind on his fingertips.

Slowly, he pulled his hand back in, shutting and latching the window.

"Do me a favor, love?" she called as she picked up her broom, sweeping at the fallen herbs.

Knocking himself away from being entranced by her sweeping, he hummed, conveying to her that he was listening.

"Close the curtains."

Without even asking, he did her bidding, closing every single curtain. On his last one, he thought he heard her whisper something to herself: "Chose the wrong night to piss me off."

Not asking, he left her to whatever she'd planned. He knew it didn't involve him.

[the-fiction-witch]

Movie

Media - My Left Hand Man/ Phantom Halo / Sleep No More Character - Samuel Emmerson Couple - Samuel X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18+ HJ/ BJ/ full sex/ raw sex/riding/ semi nudity Word Count - 1373

Samuel sat on his bed, with his laptop on his chest. The old laptop half burning his thigh working on the neighbours slow wifi. He's trying to get his latest pirated movie, waiting for it to download. With his girlfriend, Y/n sat in bed with him snuggled up into his chest watching him work. Samuel glanced over at Y/n, a soft smile on his face. “Hey there, beautiful.” He gently adjusted the laptop so he can wrap an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “You just gonna watch me work or you gonna help a nerd out?”

“Watch” Y/n answered snuggling closer and pressing a kiss on his blue shirt,

Samuel chuckles softly, his free hand coming up to gently caress the back of her head as he leans in to kiss the top of her head. “Sure, I guess watching is good enough.” He teases playfully. “As long as I get my snuggles and kisses.” He presses another soft kiss to her hair before focusing back on his laptop, though his eyes keep drifting over to check on Y/n every so often.

she slowly kept kissing him, over and over giving him more and more kisses across his chest and trailing up to nibble and kiss his neck,

Samuel's breath hitches as Y/n's kisses trail across his chest. He lets out a soft moan when she reaches his neck, tilting his head to give her better access. “Fuck, that feels so good baby,” he breathes, his hand tightening slightly on her shoulder. “Don't stop.” He continues to watch the download progress bar, but his focus is clearly elsewhere as Y/n works her way up his neck with teasing, nibbling kisses.

she found her favourite spot and began to form a hickey

“Mmm, yeah just like that,” Samuel encourages breathlessly. His eyes flutter closed and he lets out small, needy sounds of pleasure. The laptop falls to the bed next to him as he gives in to temptation and threads his fingers through her hair, holding her in place as he enjoys the sensation of her lips on his skin. “Fuck, you're gonna make me forget about our movie,” he groans,

Y/n noticed his cock hardening in his jeans as he squirms a little on the bed. So she picks a new spot a little lower forming another hickey as her hand trailed down to rub his cock through jeans and boxers,

“Shit, baby you're killing me here,” Samuel gasps out as Y/n's hand wraps around his cock through his jeans. He thrusts into her grip, his hips bucking of their own accord.

“Mmmhmm,” she hums in satisfaction at his reaction, working him over through the fabric as she plants another hickey on his neck.

His breathing becomes ragged, chest heaving as he loses himself in the sensation of her hand on his cock. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up,” he warns,

Y/n giggled kissing his throat as she unzipped his jeans slipping her hand under them and rubbing against his boxers “more sweetheart?”

“Yesss,” Samuel hisses through clenched teeth, his back arching off the bed as Y/n's hand slides under his boxers, gripping his cock and stroking it. “Fuck yes, just like that,” he grunts, thrusting into her touch. His other hand finds its way back into her hair, fisting there as he guides her mouth back to his neck, kissing her deeply. The laptop has been forgotten entirely now, all of Samuel's focus on the incredible sensation of Y/n worshipping every inch of his body with her lips and hands. “Baby you're gonna make me lose it,” he breathes heavily, his hips snapping forward in time with her strokes Pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock, lubricating her grip.

Y/n giggled seeing how desperate Samuel was for her touch so pulled back from their kisses leaving a hickey on his throat before she pulled his boxers and jeans down enough to free his begging cock “This what you want sweetie? You want me to touch it and play with it? You’re sure?” She teased him

“Fuck yes, I'm sure,” Samuel growls urgently, his hips bucking, “Please baby, I need you,” he pleads desperately, reaching for her hand and guiding it to wrap around his cock. His other hand grips the sheets tightly as Y/n's small hand wraps around his thick erection, feeling the veins pulsing with blood and desire.

“Mmmhmm,” she hums in satisfaction, giving his cock a gentle squeeze before starting to stroke him slowly.

Samuel gasps and whines at the sensation, his hips bucking into her touch. “Harder baby, faster,” he commands breathlessly, his free hand coming up to caress her cheek.

Y/n laughed seeing her smart composted boyfriend so needy, “As you wish, puppy” She teased him,

“Ah fuck,” Samuel groans loudly as Y/n's tongue darts out, flicking across the sensitive head of his cock. “It feels incredible. Yesss,” he hisses, his fingers digging into her scalp lightly again as she licks and explores the shape of his cock.

Y/n chuckles at his needy noises, loving how much she turns him on. She opens her mouth wide and takes as much of his cock as she can in one go, bobbing her head up and down on him.

“Ugh fuck yes,” Samuel moans loudly as Y/n's warm, wet mouth envelops his cock, feeling the heat and suction of her lips. His fingers tighten in her hair as he starts to thrust gently into her mouth, fucking her face as she bobs up and down on him. Samuel is lost to reason now, all thoughts fleeing his mind as pure pleasure takes over.

Y/n hums in approval around his cock at his noises, taking him deeper with each stroke. She can feel him growing thicker and harder in her mouth, throbbing with need. Y/n pulled back his cock leaving her lips with a pop. Before she Giggled fixing his slightly sweaty hair “More, puppy? You want this?” She pulled up her dress a little putting the hem at her hip revealing that this whole time she hadn't been wearing any panties and was now glistening with excitement from pleasuring her boyfriend

“More?” Samuel repeats desperately, his hips bucking towards her. “I need to be inside you, now. Please” He looks down at her glistening pussy, desperate to taste her sweetness. Samuel grabs Y/n's hips and pulls her closer, lining his cock up with her entrance.

Y/n giggled and happily mounted his hips, lining him up and letting the head slip inside completely raw. Y/n had never let Samuel Inside her without a condom before. They both cry out at the sensation of skin on skin contact, feeling so good together.

“Ungh fuck yes,” Samuel moans loudly as Y/n's tight, warm pussy envelops his hard cock, feeling her raw heat and wetness. Y/n feels so incredible wrapped around him, gripping his cock tightly as he thrusts in and out of her dripping wet pussy. He reaches up to grab her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds and pinching her nipples between his fingers as he pounds into her harder and faster.

Y/n cries out in ecstasy, her nails digging into Samuel's shoulders as he slams into her over and over, the intense pleasure building with each thrust. “Yesss, Y/n moans loudly, throwing her head back as Samuel pounds into her hard. Her pussy is so tight and wet, gripping his cock like a vice as he slams into her over and over again.

Samuel reaches around to grab Y/n's ass, pulling her closer as he thrusts into her deep and hard,.

Y/n's squealed, moaning and whimpering in ecstasy.

Samuel can feel the tension building inside him, his cock throbbing and leaking with each thrust. He reaches down to rub Y/n's clit in time with his thrusts, causing her to cry out even louder.

“I'm gonna cum,” Y/n moans desperately, her pussy clenching around Samuel's cock.

“Fuck yes cum for me baby,” Samuel groans, thrusting into her harder and faster until he can't take it anymore.

“Yesss,” Y/n moans loudly, throwing her head back.

The tightness around him brings him over the edge too moaning loudly as he buries himself inside her, and the two collapse in a sweaty mess on his bed,

“Fuck… fuck I love you baby…” He groaned,

“Love you too sammy,” She giggled, “So? Movie now?”

“Yeah… movie… right…” he nodded,

[vixys-aac-hoard]

This may be a weird request, but adding to your phantom limbs symbols, could you do a phantom halo? thank you!

:D

[tbrosingin]

Phantom Halo | texture

Beckett: You see that punk givin’ you the stink eye on the bus? Samuel: No? Beckett: I could’ve taken ‘em. Samuel: Oh yeah, and where ya’ve taken him?

[traashsmash]

Bloody inspired

-Newt aka TBS

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Unhelpful ~ S.E.

A/n: Tried not to get too triggering with this for my own sake, so I hope it still delivered the characters

Request: “...Could you do a book on Samuel Emerson, Where her mother hate Samuel, and doesn't want her to see him but Y/N meets him when he does his Shakespearean plays, and he walks with him until her mother sees him with Y/N and there is a really big argument with her mum, and Samuel's dad joins in and then it doesn't help at all.” by @disneyqueenpixar63 (for some reason it won’t let me tag you, so I’ll just message it to you when I’m done)

Word Count: 1700+

MASTERLIST

Love was hard enough without life and difficult parents getting involved. It was hard enough when you had to struggle for food and to keep your place in your home, let alone trying to fit some sort of romance in the spare moments there were between the panic and sleepless nights worrying and handling the pressure of a dad that was more a burden than anything.

It was hard enough to live with a mother who could never approve of your even if you were perfect, let alone trying to get her to approve of a boy as well. It showed when Y/n brought her boyfriend Samuel home. He'd needed a moment away from home and Y/n had been confident her place would have been better. Her mother had quickly dashed that idea by running Sam out and spending hours and hours after he was gone screaming at Y/n for anything she could think of. It didn't matter that Y/n and Sam weren't having sex, or that they'd been sitting int he living room and in plain sight and just talking and obviously not up to anything questionable at all. Y/n had made the decision to give her heart to Samuel Emerson, so her mother disapproved and she was having absolutely none of it.

That, of course, didn't stop them from seeing each other. They'd avoided Sam's dad knowing about Y/n thus far and were keeping it that way. They wanted their parents part of their relationship as little as possible - especially after Y/n's mom's reaction.

So they were apart at nights, unless they snuck out to meet in secret, which was rare and only in dire circumstances when one absolutely had enough and needed the other. Most of the time they met when Sam was performing. It was where they had first met, so it felt fittingly poetic to do so again and again when they were supposed to be banned from doing it at all. Y/n was in a similar situation that Sam was in, except her mother wasn't addicted to alcohol but men. Thankfully the men came with money, but not enough to keep them fed, so Y/n spent time doing small jobs like mowing lawns and babysitting and dog walking. It was a celebration when she'd turned 15 and had been able to get a job at the car wash. All these things helped her to stay out of her house as much as possible and earn money to pay for food and even save some. Her mom handled the rent at the very least.

After Y/n got off her shift, Sam was wrapping up his performances as the sun began to set and the traffic died down and it was therefore useless to perform. There was no crowd. So, he waited for Y/n and then they'd walk home together. Or, as far home as they could get without being seen. Sam had gotten used to taking an alternate path as not to pass by Y/n's house. They'd at first found it amusing that he had walked past her house on his way home every single day without even knowing the other existed, but now it was just annoying and inconvenient and another thing on a long list of things that had been ruined for them by their parents.

Today, Y/n was having a rough day. She was more relieved than usual to end her day, but only because it meant seeing Sam again. That short walk was most of their interaction, though if Sam could pull off taking a break from performing when it was Y/n's break they would often take lunch together as well. Recently they hadn't been able to pull that off and they'd had to rush home a lot because Y/n's mom was needy and Sam's dad was irritable. Tonight though, they took their time.

They defied their parents the best way they could: despite everything, they allowed themselves to be happy. They walked and they held hands and they enjoyed the cool night air and they just talked and nothing could stop them.

Perhaps that was why Sam missed his turn. Maybe that's why he got too far, walking too long with his girlfriend without realizing where he was and just letting his feet take him down the path both his mind and heart wanted to take. The path that he had taken for years, memorizing as a second nature. The path that would give him more time with Y/n, which is what he wanted more than anything.

The walk ended abruptly when Y/n's mother saw the pair walking up to the hose, smiling and holding hands. She wasn't just impossible to get approval from - she was also bitter. She was the kind of woman who saw other people being happy where she was miserable and refused to tolerate it. Usually she just had to walk away. Today, she could lash out.

"Y/n." The world of light shattered for Y/n when she heard her mother's voice. Any good feeling she had withered and weeds of terror grew in their place.

Slowly the young girl looked over to the woman who had birthed her, and Sam watched with a terrible feeling in his chest as Y/n's face drained of color and her hand clung to his like if she let go, she would be pulled into oblivion still kicking. He wanted to make that smile come back to her face but... he knew first hand that lashing out at a nasty parent only got worse results. So he stayed quiet and vowed to make it up to her tomorrow. Perhaps he'd go a bit longer and perform her favorite poem so she could hear it.

That was tomorrow though. Tonight was already bad, and it had only just begun.

"Mom." She swallowed, blinking as she tried to orient herself. "Hello."

The woman's eyes narrowed. "Hello?" There was a threat to her voice that made Sam seize. The teenagers clung to each other, unsure how to undo this disaster. "I told you, Y/n. I TOLD YOU-" She began to approach them, shoving a finger in Y/n's chest so hard that Y/n had to take a step back, wincing from pain. The girl's free hand rose to rub the spot. "What did I tell you?"

Y/n looked at Sam for answers and then saw the boy breaking down. She saw the fear that had been taught to him by situations just like this with a much more dangerous man involved. She saw his fear and helplessness and she felt herself switch from cowering to protective. She stepped forward, drawing the attention to her and away from Sam. "You told me not to see Sam. Why? You never told me why."

"Because he's a boy," Her mother spit. It obviously wasn't the real reason, but as Y/n's mother had been trained to hate men after a life of being only abused by them, it wasn't far from one of the truths she believed at least.

"Sam is different," Y/n insisted. When her mother went to talk, she spoke louder. "He's different! And I know I'm young and it probably won't last because nothing ever does with our stupid species, but he's a good boy and he likes me and I like him and I think I've denied myself of things I want long enough. He makes me happy, and why would I stop that? Just because in the future we might break up?"

The older woman considered that. "I'm just trying to protect you."

"Protect me from what?" Y/n demanded. "Failure?"

"Precisely," the woman responded firmly.

Y/n rolled her eyes. That was not the correct response. Her mother got visibly agitated, but Y/n wasn't done yet. "Well it's not a guaranteed failure, and if you stop me from that then you also stop me from possible success. I'm allowed to make my own mistakes."

The woman scoffed. "Oh, so now you know everything? PLEASE forgive me for trying to guide and love and protect you." Her eyes drifted to Sam and then light with an emotion that Y/n didn't like. "Look at how much he's changed you already. Look at you acting all big and tough and putting on a show for a little boy who can't even defend you. Look at him cower! He's pathetic!"

Their voices had elevated enough that lights had begun turning on. In the distant Y/n heard Sam whimper and it was just enough to draw her attention to what was behind her mother's shoulder.

A man who was unmistakably Mr. Emerson. And from the sway in his path as he walked, he was intoxicated. Y/n made herself bigger as best she could, shielding both adults from the boy who had migrated behind her at this point.

"You talking about my son?" His voice was low and gruff and already aggressive.

"Dad-" Sam began, but he was cut off by Y/n's mother.

"What if I am?" She sneered. "I can't believe this boy you raised is such a coward. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for raising such a wimp? What kind of man raises such a child, who can't even stand up for a girl he's stupid enough to stay with even though I've told her not to be around him. He's okay with the action but not the consequences. He'll never be a man like that."

Sam's dad did not seem pleased by that. "You want to blame me for how he turned out?" He scoffed. "Parents can only do so much. Not my fault if he can't speak up. Though with the likes of you, you're not worth his time and effort."

Very soon, it escalated. Soon it became too much and Y/n turned to Sam and pulled him after her, running off into the darkness.

Tonight they'd be together. On the streets perhaps, but neither could go back to those houses where more arguments would ensue. If they came back tomorrow instead, they wouldn't have to deal with the anger. Their parents would have calmed and after the argument, Y/n's mom might have even moved on and lost interest and let Y/n make her mistakes or whatever. Things would be different tomorrow. Different than tonight.

It was worth sleeping on the streets for one night, so they did. Wrapped in each other's arms, it was far less than it would have been int heir houses, or alone. They could be okay with this. After all, it wasn't anything new. Just another day, another problem. One of many they would handle together.

[ohoshi-main]

Thomas Brodie - Sangster as Samuel Emerson in Phantom Halo (2014)