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Can u write an entire demon Ronan fic I LOVE THEM
(@writingabeautifuldisaster actually wrote the demon Ronan snippets and they’re GLORIOUS) BUT I WILL TALK TO YOU ABOUT THIS AU ALL D A Y
When I was looking for all the times Monster is used in Part & Parcel for this edit, I found myself curious about it’s usage in other books which lead my to stumble across this passage in Crash & Burn:
Nick fought the urge to turn away from her. He had taken this woman’s husband, and now he was standing in her home, pretending to be someone who intended to help. Still, he couldn’t manage more than passing guilt. Don’t marry a monster, and you won’t be as likely to become a widow.
- Abigail Roux. Crash & Burn (Cut & Run, #9) (Kindle Locations 2016-2018). Riptide Publishing.
Now this isn’t so much about Nick being a monster but it did remind me of this bit earlier in Crash & Burn
“Why wouldn’t you say anything? Why would you let me think . . .” Kelly’s words were like sandpaper against Nick’s conscience. He stayed silent, unable to raise his head. “You didn’t say anything because you knew he was coming for you,” Kelly realized. “You figured why marry me if you’re just going to disappear and die on me.” “I’m sorry,” Nick said without looking up.
- Abigail Roux. Crash & Burn (Cut & Run, #9) (Kindle Locations 1518-1521). Riptide Publishing.
It’s sort of the same sentiment. Nick didn’t want to marry Kelly because he didn’t want Kelly to marry a monster.
Halloween edit series (18/?) → The Gravedigger’s Brawl by @abiroux
Noah removed his hand. “I’m serious, Wyatt. I won’t lose a friend over this. You think about that before you go pretending that you’re buying into all this ghost stuff.”
“I’m not pretending,” Wyatt insisted. “I . . . I’m skeptical. But I’m willing to keep an open mind, because—”
“Because Ash is an incredible lay.”
Wyatt frowned at him.
“I say we nix the ghost thing and just don’t leave him alone for a while,” Noah said. “I’m serious, I don’t like messing with this shit.”
“Are you scared?”
“Yes! It freaks me out, okay?”
Wyatt laughed. “Noah! You have a black belt!”
“What good does that do against ghosts and hobgoblins? Just because I can kick your ass doesn’t mean I’m not tender.”
Halloween edit series (17/?) → The Gravedigger’s Brawl by @abiroux
“I figure this is getting sort of ridiculous, the back and forth. So consider this my only move. You’re going to have to come after me if you really want me.”
Wyatt swallowed and nodded. “Does right now count?” he asked hopefully.
“No.”
Wyatt licked his lips and nodded again. “So, if I left and then came back?”
Ash smiled, giving a noncommittal shrug, lips pulling into that old mischievous grin Wyatt had first fallen in lust with. Wyatt pulled Ash into his office by one of his suspenders, turned him and left him standing in front of his desk, and then stepped out of the office, Ash laughing behind him.
Wyatt pulled the door closed, then turned around again to re-enter. When he tried the doorknob, it was locked. He rested his forehead on the cool wood and huffed a rueful laugh; his office always locked automatically. He was destined to be the bumbling professor in this relationship. Thank Christ Ash liked that about him. He cursed under his breath and tapped on the door. It took a few moments before Ash replied. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty, Wyatt,” he drawled as he opened the door. Wyatt grinned, elated. Ash’s smile fell and he met Wyatt’s eyes. “We need to lay a few ground rules.” “Name them.” “First, the ghost word is off limits. It scares me and I’ve decided that if I ignore it long enough, it’ll go away.” Wyatt nodded. “Second, I’m not allowed to send you away for being worried about me again. That was shitty of me and I’m . . . I’m so sorry, Wyatt.” Wyatt smiled at the quirky apology. “Agreed.”
Halloween edit series (16/?) → The Gravedigger’s Brawl by @abiroux
Wyatt’s eyes fell on the grainy news photo, and he sighed. “You’ve got to admit there’s something weird there.”
Noah nodded. “I do. What I don’t understand is why you do. You’re obsessing about this.”
“It’s just so odd. Call it academic curiosity.”
“Whatever you say, boss, but I want to go soon.” Noah glanced around the archives. “I’m allergic to spooky basement-type places at night.”
“Yeah, yeah. What do they call a collective of ghosts?”
“I don’t know. What?”
“A fraid.”
Noah barked a laugh and slapped a hand over his mouth like he thought he should be ashamed for laughing. “Touché,” he said as they settled back down to dig into the archives.
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Wyatt’s hand slid into his as they sat there. “Weird first date,” Wyatt muttered.
“I feel dirty,” Ash added.
“You just got barebacked by a ghost,” Noah said. “You should feel dirty.”
Ash and Wyatt both turned to look at him. He studiously ignored their evil glares.
Halloween edit series (13/?) → The Gravedigger’s Brawl by @abiroux
If it was real, though, if there really was some homicidal ghost after him because he had curly dark hair and liked men, he wanted help. But this was too much. It was ridiculous. “No.” “Ash.” “I said no, okay? I’m not a fucking sideshow.” “That’s not what we’re saying. We’re just looking out for your peace of mind.” Ash closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could still see the milky blue of the apparition’s eyes, and it sent shivers down his spine. “Fine,” he said after taking a minute or two to simply breathe. Wyatt stood to retrieve his phone from his satchel. As he dialed, Noah looked around at the others and smirked. “Is this an appropriate time for a ‘who you gonna call’ joke?” Caleb rolled his eyes and tossed a napkin at Noah’s face. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty, lad, or I’d have to kick you out of bed.” “I’m bendy too.” “Aye, you are that,” Caleb said with a laugh.”