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[stringedpleasures]

Somewhere after Midnight (Matthew and Ogre)

It seemed as if spending almost a month with Ogre while on tour wasn’t enough for Matthew anymore. Being so busy touring with his other bands the rest of the time, the guitarist really treasured any time he had with the singer, especially after they became closer to each other. And it seemed like each time Matthew saw Ogre, he fell more deeply in love with him. He hated how rare the occasions they could spend together were while they were on tour, since the schedule was so busy and chaotic. And when Matthew wasn’t touring with another band, he used his free time to travel around the world. He couldn’t really blame Ogre for not going out with him more since he was the one who was too busy for him.

It was common for Matthew to think a lot about the singer every time a tour ended, especially after admitting his feelings. His heart ached with the longing, even though they had seen each other literally days before. He missed his voice, his smile, his jokes and deep talks, the warmth of his hug (which really was the best hug in the world), the scent he left on his clothes every time they hugged, the surprising depth and passion of his kisses. He wanted that again. Glancing at the time on his phone, Matthew thought it was maybe a bit too late in the evening to call him. As he got on Facebook to mindlessly scroll through his feed and try to ignore the feeling in his chest, he saw that Ogre was on. Smiling, he dialed up his phone.

“Hey!” Matthew began as Ogre picked up the phone, rolling over on his bed. “Sorry for calling, I know it’s late, but I saw you were on, so... Uh, I don’t know. What’s up? Are your dogs keeping you up or something?” He chuckled.

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[bringmemycocaine]

Drug Buddies || Morgan & Ogre

“Well well... I’m sure my pack was right here...“ Morgan pondered, touching his chin while looking at the night stand. Where was it? He had his little pack of cocaine right there half an hour ago. He turned his head and exhaled, looking at the door. With a frown, he got out of his room and walked to the kitchen, where Ogre was preparing supper. “Ogre, did you see my coke pack? It was right on the night stand in my bedroom...“ He said, scratching the back of his head. Some strands of jet balck hair fell to his face, not really bothring to push them off. 

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[stringedpleasures]

Of men and fish (Matthew and Ogre/AU)

It all had happened faster than Matthew could process; the merman had been focused on hunting for food, following a shoal of fish, when he felt a sharp tug at the end of his tail. He turned around, confused, and noticed a piece of thin fishing line wrapped around his tail. Before he could reach it in an attempt to remove it, though, another sharp tug yanked his body, making him gasp in surprise and accidentally drop the bone knife he had been holding. When he tried to reach for the object that could cut him loose, he was pulled harshly to the opposite direction. He heard the unmistakable sound of the engine of a boat being turned on, and before he could even react, he was being dragged across the ocean. Matthew screamed both in horror and in pain as the thin fishing line cut into his tail. Air bubbles escaped his mouth as he desperately struggled, calling out for other merfolk to help him, but he had already been dragged way too far for his kin to be able to hear him. 

In the struggle, Matthew ended up tangling himself even more, to the point he could barely swim anymore. Panting with adrenaline, he looked up as he felt himself being pulled upwards. A feeling of horror invaded him as he saw the bottom of the boat just a few feet away from him. The merman resumed his fierce struggle, screaming in agony as the fishing line cut into his skin. At one point he could see his own blood turning the water around him dark red. Tears escaped his piercing grey eyes as he heard the muffled voices of the humans above him. He was so close to the boat now he could reach out and touch it. Summoning the last bit of strenght left in his body, the merman swam downwards and the fishing line finally broke.

Matthew could hear the frustrated sounds of the fishing men on the boat as he sank towards the bottom of the ocean, too drained and wounded to be able to swim. He cried softly as the waves pushed his body. He realized he had been dragged closer to the beach when they started pushing him towards the sand. Unable to resist them, the merman finally washed ashore. Being part human, Matthew was able to breathe out of water, but only for a certain amount of time. In land, he once more tried to free himself from the fishing line, only now realizing the extent of the damage; not only it had sliced him everywhere and was cutting deeper with each move he made, but it somehow had also twisted his tail and his right arm into a painful angle that he couldn’t reach with his other arm. The merman angrily thrashed around, crying out as the line cut into his skin, tears escaping his eyes. When Matthew heard footsteps close, he settled down. As the human male came into his view, he let out a threatening hiss, revealing the two rows of very sharp teeth inside his mouth. He knew that in his state, though, he barely had any chance against the man. Matthew was terrified; that was the closest to a human he had ever been. He had no idea they were so tall, since he had only seen them in boats. And from the stories he had heard, that was one of the dangerous types of human. Hissing, he fruitlessly tried to claw at the man, crying out when the sudden movement made the line dig even deeper into his skin. He fearfully gazed up as the man approached him. That probably meant he would die.

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