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TW: scars, religious imagery, multiple eyes!
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Another Volturi one shot incoming!
Concept: Volturi king x Female OC who they end up changing and now having a newborn charge.
All because they were feeding and the human had to make it weird by moaning and they didn’t finish.
Kinda a crack-fic, but boy is this fun to write and it’s making me laugh. It’s gonna be lengthy and it’ll be up within a week or so once I finish it and have it beta read.
Also for those of you who read the “Sense” one shot I posted a while back…. well there just might be a part two on the horizon. 👀
` * man of medan, with jed olsen danny johnson: ‘ i don’t know how all this is gonna end, but… i wanna end it together. ’ ( @stalkheir )
this is not the end. not for her; no, sidney prescott has been through this countless times before and always made it out the other side, if not through skill than by sheer stubbornness. she won’t die—not now, not in this hellscape, not under these circumstances, and not by this asshole’s hand.
she remembers his face, attached to a different name up until now, smiling at her during one of her book signings, telling her about how out of darkness was such a gripping read that he couldn’t put down. how he admired her strength to persist. how it helped him realize his own purpose and drive him to achieve his goals. it was a brief interaction, but it stuck with her. it was almost haunting how quickly it slapped her in the face the moment the mask slid off by his own hand, eyes almost soulless except for the spark in them that seemed to come from some sick, twisted joy at the events that had transpired over the last several hours.
the others were gone—hunted like small prey, sacrificed to whatever god oversaw this place—and sidney was back to being the last one standing, subjected to the slow, steady pain of bleeding out from a stab wound to the abdomen, blood pooling slowly around her as she tried in vain to crawl away, the only exit blocked by his body as he crouched down to her level. her skin crawls at his touch, fingertips pressing under her chin, lifting her gaze up to meet his as he speaks in the same awed tone he had what felt like a lifetime ago, same wondrous smile painted across his face. it’s enough to make her want to scream—instead, she’s spitting as hard as she can, fueled at this point entirely by spite, vision hazy as her gaze narrows. ‘ fuck you. ’
PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.