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~Flowers From 1970~ REUPLOADED

A young woman finds herself in the strange and dangerous world of vampires and supernatural beings and help comes to her in an unexpected form.

Los Angeles, California. 1992. Allyson Ellis, actress sensation, lives a double life between the eternal fight against her demons, and her celebrity status, much like many others in town. But as she encounters a special man, this might be the beginning for change. TW: Mention (and details) of drug use, physical violence and sexual abuse. A lot. Every chapter has something. Final chapter also has (consensual) sexual content. A/N: Some things might be slightly off to reality (timeframes and locations of real events). Don't need to explain this is fiction. Nothing but the most loving respect for Dave, all of DM, and their friends/family/colleagues. Latest edition: October 22nd.

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if you don't mind bad jokes, bad grammar, bad punctuation and sexy smut then this is the story for you <3

Alan Wilder smut 😏 Chapter one and two written by a_wilder_kas (Instagram) and me.

The little girl laughed as her father swung her around and around. She was in her pure white night shift, trimmed with lace, all ready for bedtime. But first, there was a special ritual to enact. "All right, my sweet one. What shall the story be tonight?" He laid her gently on her mattress. "Papa!" the child laughed as she snuggled down under her handmade quilt, "You ask me the same thing every night!" He laughed as well, tucking her floppy rag doll in beside her. Stroking her cheek gently with one finger, he said, "And every night you give the same answer. But remind your old father once again: what story do you want to hear tonight?" "Oh, Papa, don't be so silly. You know what story! The story. The best story in the world." At this, her father knew his cue to give in. "Very well, my daughter. But are you certain you will be awake for the end? It's already quite late, and your Mama will…" "Papa!" He laughed again, and she settled down at the deep, soothing sound of his voice as he began.

The moon is shining in the sky, reminding me of so many other nights, when my eyes had been so red, I'd been mistaken for dead, but not tonight My interpretation of the song through a story. 1981. Alan stumbles across Martin on the edge of a bridge one night. He later finds out that Martin is prepared to take his own life. Will he be able to save him or will it be too late? (Nothing in this is fact it's just a nice little story that this song always makes me think about)