Story cover for The Music Or The Misery //. Peterick Angst by Falloutdisco4
The Music Or The Misery //. Peterick Angst
  • WpView
    Reads 136
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
  • WpHistory
    Time 19m
  • WpView
    Reads 136
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 4
  • WpHistory
    Time 19m
Ongoing, First published Nov 19, 2018
"Ten years." 

"Nope." 

"One year!" 

"No, Stump. Wentz sold his soul already." The demon responded in a monotone voice. "I'll just go. I don't want hunters wasting my time." The demon replied sternly as they started to walk away. 

Patrick panicked. He decided to-

"Fine! A fucking month!"

The demon went back again to Patrick with a unsettling smirk on. 

"Wise choice, Pattycakes." The demon purred. 

((Supernatural Peterick AU))
Patrick has been a hunter since he was a kid. 

Pete is a man who sold his soul to a demon that led Patrick to save his ass. 

It's been days, and Patrick has to watch out for Pete. What a great time to be alive.  

Pete just wants to go home, and leave the creepy, cold-hearted hunter.

Would they turn into Lovers? Or Enemies?
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add The Music Or The Misery //. Peterick Angst to your library and receive updates
or
#654joetrohman
Content Guidelines
You may also like
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Patricksitting (Call It A Love Song) (Peterick) [by adellyna] cover
The Beginning of the End (Peterick) cover
Kiss Her {Completed} cover
Lets Not And Say We Did cover
I'm Onto You (Peterick Fanfiction) cover
Death Bite (Peterick) cover
Silence cover
Archaic ||Peterick|| cover
Sleeping With My Lover, Living With My Wife cover
Offline [Peterick] cover

Patricksitting (Call It A Love Song) (Peterick) [by adellyna]

11 parts Complete

When Pete shows up Sunday, mid-afternoon, for ten days of house sitting and "Keeping a general eye on things, Patrick, we know you're too old for a babysitter, but we worry," he looks exactly the same, except for a stupid haircut that makes him look like someone cut it when he was too drunk to look in a mirror, or something. "Hey, kid," he says, first thing, lugging a huge, shiny brown duffle behind him. It's slippery, nylon or something, and it keeps rubbing against Pete's jeans, making some sort of whispery zipper sound that sets Patrick's teeth on edge. "I'm here for Patricksitting. I assume you're the Patrick?" Link to the original story: http://adellyna.livejournal.com/355836.html