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1880 2017 adventure crime dead drama england english fantasy fictie friendship immortal jacktheripper london nightmares onsterfelijk ptsd trauma victorian war

''We all have a past, secrets to keep they are the clouds on our sunny days, don't let the past cloud your judgement''
"What the hell is this?" Scott's voice is tight and steady but the photo in his hand trembles as he holds it out towards William. He is sitting on the edge of William's bed. 
William blinks and shifts, his eyes darting from the stormy blue of Scott's stare to the photos on the wall behind him. 
"You weren't supposed to see that," William says placing his hands on his hips as his face slides to something guarded. He looks towards the door, grasping for a distraction. "I am thinking we will go to town, maybe eat some-''
"William!" his voice cracks through the air, sharp and frayed at the ends, and Willliam's eyes snap to him instantly. It has been some time since he has seen him this angry. He knew he couldn't keep his best friend out of this, he hoped he would have some more time, to think of a proper solution or excuse but fait seemed to have other plans.All Rights Reserved

1880 2017 adventure crime dead drama england english fantasy fictie friendship immortal jacktheripper london nightmares onsterfelijk ptsd trauma victorian war

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Ptolemaea | Henry Creel by rancidfart69

~ SEQUEL TO *NONCONFORMITY* ~ "You know, sometimes I start to like you and then you open your mouth and I'm reminded why I don't," I turned away from him and smiled into my pillow. I wanted to sit here with him in the dark until my eyes couldn't stand the light anymore. We could be nocturnal, wake with the moon and live our lives wrapped in bed sheets. "You say the loveliest things," He whispered in my ear. He gathered me in his arms, warm as could be and horrifically inviting. I melted against him until everything ran slow and saccharine. Lips pressed against my temple, and then I felt the weight of his head as it dipped onto my pillow. "Peter?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Why can't I shake the feeling something bad is going to happen?" ~ After being taken from her home, Sixteen needs to fight not to lose her mind after returning to the arms of Martin Brenner. Hallucinations and nightmarish visions seem to follow her everywhere she goes, as does a man she thought she'd killed five years before.

We could be immortals (SBI found family fic) by MissWho77

Technically he should be screaming- any other mortal would when met with a huge being with boar features, royally dressed and adorned with enough weapons to dice a human into a grain of rice. But Tommy wasn't scared, heck he was fighting the urge to throw himself at the Blood God and cling- but he was a big man, and big men didn't hug- "I told you he would be waiting" That's another voice that Tommy recognises, glancing away from the terrifying creature to land his gaze on a man sat lazily on one of the pews. His hair was curlier than Tommy's, darker too contrasting his fluffy yellow jumper and brown trenchcoat. He grins and Tommy can't help but smile back at the God of Music "He couldn't wait to see us, obviously" teases the Blood God and Tommy scoffs "As if- I actually live here nimrods, technically you're visiting me" he retorts and they chuckle "Then maybe we should have knocked?" That's a third voice and Tommy shivers in delight, watching a third man descend from seemingly nowhere, ebony wings gracing his fall as he lands lightly, emerald robes swilling around his feet as he smiles warmly. A warble rises to his lips in greeting "Good evening, Tommy" Or: Mortal Tommy and three powerful Gods- what could possibly go wrong? TW for whole work: Blood, violence, physical assault, self injury, angst etc- please look after yourselves Title from Fall Out Boy "Immortals" -As always, if any creators express discomfort with depictions then this work will be taken down -All relationships are platonic. MissWho77 x

"This is me trying..." (Book 1 of the Storm Decology) by slythtpsq0c

"Who's your godly parent?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. "Hold your horses kid" I wiped my sweaty palm on my jeans and stuck out my hand. "Zeus, my name's Victoria, my friends call me Vicky" He grabbed my hand hesitantly and looked me in the eyes as though he was trying to read me. I narrowed my bright blue eyes and forced some static electricity in between his hand and my own. He yanked his hand back, hissing in pain. "Well hello Vicky" he said, clutching his hand. "Bold of you to assume you're one of my friends" I said goading him. I circled him, looking him up and down, assessing his every move, the way he shifted his weight from the left leg to the right, the way his eyes hadn't broken contact with mine since I shocked him. "Well, I have been known to be bold," he said, blinking slowly.

Stay Inside Or Die by khadi_MJ

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An Abandoned Dream (Discontinued) by B_Rabbit14

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The Bad Boy is Back (Book 2) by Jenleighna

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"Almost Green" by NUmaker

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Ptolemaea | Henry Creel

~ SEQUEL TO NONCONFORMITY ~ "You know, sometimes I start to like you and then you open your mouth and I'm reminded why I don't," I turned away from him and smiled into my pillow. I wanted to sit here with him in the dark until my eyes couldn't stand the light anymore. We could be nocturnal, wake with the moon and live our lives wrapped in bed sheets. "You say the loveliest things," He whispered in my ear. He gathered me in his arms, warm as could be and horrifically inviting. I melted against him until everything ran slow and saccharine. Lips pressed against my temple, and then I felt the weight of his head as it dipped onto my pillow. "Peter?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Why can't I shake the feeling something bad is going to happen?" ~ After being taken from her home, Sixteen needs to fight not to lose her mind after returning to the arms of Martin Brenner. Hallucinations and nightmarish visions seem to follow her everywhere she goes, as does a man she thought she'd killed five years before.