Hey! Just Want To Say I'm Gonna Try Get Back To Writing Soon. I Just Got My First Job And Somehow That's

Hey! Just want to say I'm gonna try get back to writing soon. I just got my first job and somehow that's motivating me to write? Kinda like what happened with the exams, once I have something else to focus on my brain decides to give motivation towards my interests which I haven't touched all summer. (It's either the job or the fact that I just binged Good Omens season 2 and the g/t scene got me thinking about writing again)

I'll try get the next part of 'Part of that World' out soon. In truth I have majority written out but there's a part in it I'm not so sure I like. Only issue is that part is like 1000 words long so I'm not sure I wanna completely take it out. Idk. I might start looking for a beta reader. We shall see!

For now though I just want to say a big thank you for all the support my stories have been getting. It makes me beyond happy to see people enjoying what I have to put out!

Anyone want to give a G/t role play a try? I’ve got an idea I’ve been thinking about making into a one shot but we shall see

Ahhh! I’m loving this! I’ve also gotten a few asks for other requests so I’ll get to writing them! Thank you for the request

Hey! So it’s nearing that time of year again (exam season) when my motivation decides to kick in. I really want to get back into writing and to start updating my stories. To help with that though I feel a good way to get back into writing would be to do some prompts/oneshots!

If anyone has any that they would like me to try, or anyone has any requests, send me a message! I’d really appreciate it

Oneshot requests #1: Innocence of the Damned

A/N: Hi! Welcome! Incase you haven’t seen, to get back into the flow of writing I am taking requests! This here is a request featuring my favourite- parental g/t! It is a little dark as those tropes are my preferred genre but I will list all warnings beforehand. Thank you so much @gt-jar for request! I look forward to writing the others now that college is closed up before my exams, next request should be out tomorrow :)

Content warning!: violence, gore, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse.

(Also side note this story feature humans with some animalistic features, ears, fangs and tails- but they are humans)

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It was safe to say Jasper was getting real tired of the cards he was being dealt in slime ridden dump folks called a city. As crook himself he was no angel, considering the fact he played what one would deem a rather vital role for one of the many gangs, The Black Cats. His job? Rather simple. To hunt down those in debt to the Black Cats club and gambling den, simple on paper, though as per usual reality was not so doting.

Hunting down the sorry souls was easy enough. Most characterised by their idiocy, as one who willingly shook the hand of any money lending devil would be. As a hunter of such men, his reputation lingered about the leery alleys, lived on in the bated breaths of wary whispers, haunted with frightful glances. In short his reputation was enough to draw most out quick enough. If they were smart, with cash in hand and no more than a seething glare burning into the brickwork below, it was the preferred option. Those who lacked brain cells were a different story. And it never had a happy ending.

He didn’t feel pity, he couldn’t- not in his line of work. They dug their grave, wether they left bloodied and broken or not- with the rumours of corruption in the stock market, there was no doubt these pathetic sods would now and forevermore be paying back the scraps they earned for the rest of their days in this miserable shithole.

They’d done this out of their own stupidity, selling their lives for the brief comfort of a coin in hand; a hint of wealth and good fortune- only to waste it away at the tables, feel the warmth of alcohol in their rotten veins and a endure fist fulls of powder.

Loan sharking was a gluttonous business alright, the greed of men its life blood. But business was business. Money was money. And a job was a job. Jasper was not one to neglect such facts.

Tonight’s job was no different, or it so it had seemed.

The rain was that irritable indecisive state, a vexing inbetween- not quite what you’d label a downpour, but not a clear night by any means. More synonymous with mist or fog than anything. A typical scene of an ominous night in a classic picture show.

He was glad he’d worn the cowboy boots tonight, it would save his trench coat the dignity of sopping amongst the pavement. Aside from the rain not a soul was in sight, the city was a ghost town.

Muffled music from one of the many bars nearby was the only sign that there was indeed life to be found. Rain always pulled in the desperate folk. His boss would be pleased with that much. More so when this job was complete.

With a flick of his hat he gave himself an internal debrief. A mouse. A stingy pesky conman who had played one to many games in avoiding debts. Pulling strings, jumping loopholes; his boss wasn’t a patient man, and his patience was wearing thin. He’d been big in his part of city, though mice and rodents alike were seen as nothing more than rotten pests, they’d never garner much respect- though respect wasn’t something one could achieve easily in these whereabouts. He’d seen a few killed off in horrific ways he wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy- though rethinking that statement maybe he would. Crushed, snapped, thorn, swallowed. Form of punishment like that would certainly send a message.

Overall, this specific mouse had some nerve considering his position on the social ladder. Though it made it easier for him, hunting down mice was practically in his blood- given his heritage. He couldn’t give a damn how it was handled, once the job got done.

He’d been spotted last in the outskirts, the entire city was more or less a slum but this specific spot entailed the poorest of poor- both in health and coin. It seemed his mouse was attempting to blend in amongst the addicts and beggars, he’d seen this all before.

What he hadn’t expected were three suited men packed into an alleyway. Not just any men. Hound Dogs. The Black Cats rival competitor, and lifelong enemy. Brilliant.

What was particularly interesting however was how they respectively took turns between puffing their cigars and dangling a much smaller, stout man. The mouse. His target.

Innards seeped from his stomach, one ear had been torn, his tail was gone. His breaths laboured, choking on his own blood and horrid cacophony that barely managed to travel, he cried pitifully brief snippets of words that turned into gargles.

Jasper flexed his claws in frustration. The man was no taller than four inches, with injuries like that he wouldn’t survive the night. The debt wouldn’t be paid- those dogs knew what they were doing. An insult to The Black Cats.

But there was three of them and one of him. Fighting over a dead man wouldn’t pay the debt, loosing his own life wouldn’t either, though this was clear hit from the Hound Dogs- and it wouldn’t be taken lightly. Revenge, would come in full. Enough damage had been done tonight, and pay back had to be planned proper and precise.

Adjusting his cuffs, the middle man spat out his wilting cigar letting it hiss to a dim in the soft rain before stomping it to into the ground.

“I believe we are done here.” He spoke rather gruffly.

Jasper eased his claws, though the urge to slit into a throat was raging at the thought of his boss hearing the news.

“Finish him off then. This rain is pissing me off and Brutus will want an update.”

Despite his vocal chords blocked with blood the target attempted a cry of mercy before he was dropped on the pavement, a foot was raised and Jasper only grimaced and averted his gaze as a sickening crunch followed, spatters of blood trickled down the freshly painted red wall.

There was snarl in regards to the red dots freshly adjourning the trios suede shoes and with that the three took off down the alleyway.

Jasper sighed aggressively as he pushed off the wall. That was that then. Or it would’ve been, had he not picked up on a brief scattering sound.

He paused midstep looking back in disbelief.

Unbelievable..there wasn’t a chance of survival after that. The mouse was as sure as dead by now. The smells of a fresh body couldn’t be denied, Jasper was all too familiar with the scent.

Yet there it was again! This time followed by a brief sniff. Jaspers ear twitched with intrigued, with narrow eyes he turned the corner, his outline ominously blocking the street lamps.

The corpse lay where it most likely would for some time, completely caved in on itself. Nobody ever cared when a rat or mouse passed. They were only labelled as vermin.

But that was besides the point.

What had made that noise?

More importantly, was there hope for this debt after all?

Holding his breath, he prevailed silently step by step. Sneak attacks were a specialty of his, but with smaller folk one had to be that of a phantom. Another sniff- this one undeniable. But where?

A whimper.

His eyes fell down in a flash.

The crates.

Suddenly a newfound determination his kicked them aside ferociously, it seemed his mouse had brought a little friend and a dangerous light cascaded over his face, only for it to dwindle.

His breath hitched.

Down below sat a boy.. nothing more than a..child. An extremely tiny child at that.

Jasper faltered and lowered his arms as if a spell had been broken.

The file had said nothing about family.

Nothing about a child.

If anything it was a known fact for local residents and tourists that most gambling men in the area were nothing more than single slobs whom society had given up on entirely.

Yet here sat this boy no more than three inches in height and ten years of age, ears pinned back hidden beneath a mess of dusty hair, tail wrapped around a battered leg. Reddened eyes pinned in a horrified gaze.

His diminutive form couldn’t press further into the wall if he tried and it was more than obvious from his stance the boy was going to dart in the opposite direction- right by his father’s body.

The sight was gruelling to behold for himself, and he’d grown used to this scenarios- it would surely scar the boy for life.

Something tugged deep inside him.

In his position pity wasn’t an option. He’d had this drilled within himself since he’d chosen this life.

But those eyes..that pure raw fear. The innocence in a city drowning in its own greed.

In the harrowing silence time stood still as the pair looked one another down.

Jasper could only think of his upbringing. His family. His little sister, his baby brother. His widowed mother- each one of their lives snuffed out in an instant. How it left him stranded at only thirteen.

How that agonising pain and anger had coerced his feeble mind into the darkness, jaws of those with silver tongues.

Jasper was aware of his sins. All too aware of the blood on his hands, his damned soul.. aware that at this point, there was no changing that. It was too late for him.

But it wasn’t too late for this boy.

As if time had snapped back, he broke the barrier, daring to step an inch closer. God he was small.

“Easy there son.” He attempted, raising his hands in defence, carefully grasping his hat, withdrawing his claws. He did his best to hide his fangs. His attempt lay in vain.

The rise and fall of the little chest hastened. He needed to act quick.

Biting his cheek at how his shadow swallowed the tiny child, bringing him to a position to get down on his knees as he continued, the words careful ringing in his mind.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, just..just keep your eyes on me alright.”

He had only successfully gotten one knee planted on the wet brick work- though it would seem to be far enough as in an instant the boy dashed to the right, the thought of freedom plaguing his being.

“Whoa there!”

Swiping for the tiny figure too sloppy for his liking, allowing a dodge and a dart, Jasper snapped after the boy.

Though regaining his posture slammed his hand down resulting in a collision. The boy smacked into him crumbling to the ground, Jasper winced.

“Alright now. Hold it son.”

The boy, seemingly understanding his. escape was off limits tucked his head into his oversized jacket.

It was a poor attempt, but Jasper credited the fact the boy wasn’t currently begging for mercy. He hated that spiel- though guilt subdued him, reminding himself given the situation begging for mercy wouldn’t be unwarranted.

Feeling the feeble boy against his rough hands Jaspers heart swelled. He’d never wanted a kid. Hell, he’d barely been one himself. This city wasn’t exactly the place for children.

Aside from that, settling down in this life wasn’t an option- too dangerous. Too many risks. The biggest one being leverage one could use against you.

Those with families kept them hidden, not even he knew where the boss secured his, and that man had practically raised him, albeit perhaps raised wasn’t the right word. Jaspers lifelong service to The Black Cats was his own form of payment. He unfortunately owed the boss his life, bastard that he was, and he’d spend the rest of his days fulfilling every command, completing his wretched errands.

Point was, children were never an option in this life. But yet, there was a feeling deep inside. There was an urge- undeniable need to protect this boy he couldn’t quite fathom- or ignore, no matter now hard he tried.

Although the boy wasn’t moving, asides from trembling that is, he didn’t want to risk anymore surprises. With that he cautiously wrapped his fingers surrounding the boy, cocooning his small quivering form, which in turned earned a whimper.

“Breathe, breathe” Despite it being out of fright, his commands were followed. He gently rubbed his thumb along the child’s spine as he whispered

“you’re alright- it’s alright. That’s it. Calm yourself. You hurt none?”

The boy was firm not to reply, Jasper expected as much but if he was going to help this child that answer wouldn’t do.

He attempted to glance over in his father’s direction but gasped as Jasper tightened his grip in the softest manner he could muster, regaining the child’s focus.

“Hey now, eyes on me kid. I don’t want you seeing that. Eyes on me, yeah?”

He stuck his thumb out under the boys chin and tilted it up to face him, a few more bruises making themselves apparent. His eyes puffy from crying opened once more, that harsh redness was amplified by two velvet pupils which met Jaspers own golden glare.

“There you are..” He whispered down to the boy, busy blinking out remaining tears.

“Now..you hurt?”

The boy didn’t respond. Jasper huffed, though he wouldn’t loose his patience. Scaring the boy felt wrong in ways he couldn’t process.

He tensed as he felt the minuscule tail wrap around his finger, a hug? A sign of comfort? Or a reply? Jasper couldn’t tell, but awe melted within him.

“That mean no?”

He waited for a signal but to no avail,

only after a few beats of bated breath the boy gave a hesitant nod. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. That much he could work with.

“Ah so you can understand me then.”

He doubted the boys father had even bothered teaching him the common tongue, Jasper remembered him well enough from the gambling hall to know he neglected this child with his presence in preference of poker chips- if that wasn’t obvious enough from the fragile state of his body, or the fact he barely had his own clothes. That wasn’t important right now though, that man was long gone now. He needed to get this kid talking.

“You got a name then?”

The boy nodded a second time, opened his mouth like a gaping fish then halted closing it, looking away with a look of shame. Confusion nagged at Jasper before an obvious realisation struck.

Oh..

“You can’t speak can you?”

No reply, of course. No wonder the little thing hadn’t begged for mercy- he couldn’t.

And there it was.

There was no doubting it this time.

Pity.

The rain began to grow heavier, reminding him that it was in fact drizzling and his clothes had begun to sop and dampen.

The boy was soaked to the bone, though Jasper figured the shivers were more out of fear than anything. It wasn’t a cold night, with the city adjacent to the swamplands humidity was at an all time high.

They couldn’t stay here much longer, with how thick the air had grown a storm was inevitable.

He silently watched the boy in contemplation.

Pity wasn’t allowed

Distractions weren’t allowed.

He’d just about killed countless. Beaten those bloody til they were but a footfall from six feet under. He didn’t take pleasure in this but he never felt remorse. Pity

But even his shallow heart couldn’t find it in itself to abandon this child.

He begrudgingly glanced over at the corpse polluting the alley with its odorous fumes, then back down at the boy, whose eyes watched him with an unmistakable glimmer of hope.

Disbelief, that someone was showing kindness..mercy.

The little tyke was beat, broken and looked a minute away from collapsing. Jasper didn’t imagine he’d eaten recently- or slept for that matter. He pondered how long his deadbeat father had dragged him about the city, different hideouts, different escape routes.

Yet, deadbeat or not, the kid was alone now. Hurt. Scared. Sad.

All of it would spur into a concoction of rage he’d seen before.

In himself.

No.

No.

He refused to let this kid go down the same path he had. Let this kid make stupid choices, fall into that hands that would take and take and take until there was nothing left to give.

It was decided

“Right then..” he opened up his pocket, with an encouraging nod carefully dropped the boy in, feeling him instantly scurry around out of shock, he looked down with softened eyes.

“Ease up there kid. You’re safe. I swear it- and that don’t come easy with me. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you.”

He looked sincerely as if swearing the next part to himself, telling the child what he wished someone had told him all those years ago.

“Never again”

With that, he placed his hat back upon his head, leaving the alley for good just as the first rumble of thunder rumbled far above.

Found family g/t is literally the best I love this

Family 3/? (gt story)

First part:

Previous part:

!Warning!

fear, mention of death and potentially eating people, sadness, is rather fluffy I think..

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Mark stood stunned, staring at his husband and the tiny girl in his hand. James laughed slightly at that.

"I felt that way too, calm down babe" he said quietly looking at his husband. James gaze then returned to Lizzie, who was clinging tightly onto the stuffed elephant. It was obvious that Lizzie got scared again seeing Mark, her eyes filled with tears again, which softened the hearts of both men.

"Oh, calm down, sweetheart, it's just my husband, Mark. Don't be afraid, love" James whispered gently, stroking her hair. Lizzie didn't look any more calm. Now she avoided the eyes of both men. Earlier, when she was alone with James and the plushie, even for a short moment she did not feel like James was a murderous beast that humans are, but he felt like a really nice person. Almost like... a parent? No, she should never use that word. Certainly not talking about a human. Now, however, when Mark apperead, she was terrified again and didn't want and couldn't be around humans. Mark didn't seem half as nice as James, he was much taller and more powerfully built.

"W-Where are her parents?" Mark asked his beloved. James lost his sparkle in his eye. He thought Lizzie was some kind of revelation from heaven, their tiny little dream child, but the truth was that she might have parents who were looking for her right now. After all, it was impossible for a child of her age to live all alone. James didn't wish her parents anything bad, but he was silently asking the Universe that Lizzie would need him.

"I don't know..." James muttered under his breath.

"Lizzie, where are your parents?" James asked quietly, stroking the girl's back with one finger. It had calmed her before, but she didn't seem calmer now.

"Returned to the Creator or something.." Lizzie mumbled softly, remembering what Cain had told her. That their parents are already in a better place and they are happy there and they don't have to hide anymore. Lizzie had always wanted to visit them or live with them, but Cain said that there will come a time they will, but it will be in far away future.

The men's eyes widened. Something was wrong in their stomachs now. That poor little girl was... alone?

"Are you..Who's looking after you Lizzie? You're still a little too young to be all alone.." James whispered, frightened by the vision.

"I'm not too little! I'm already 8 years old! And I have a big brother!" Lizzie was indignant at being described as a little girl.

"Big brother?" Mark asked confused. Lizzie flinched. Mark's voice was deep and resonant and didn't remind her of anything nice. Her legs trembled at very the thought of being in front of humans, and here she had to face them and talk to them. James didn't even seem very human, he was kind and quiet, but the other one reminded her that she was in hellish danger right now. She needed her brother to be able to come back home.

"Y-yes, I have a big brother and he is scary and brave and he will save me!" exclaimed the girl with feigned confidence, wiping tears from her ocean blue eyes.

"Save you? From what exactly?" James asked, his voice breaking. He was afraid he already knew the answer.

"Well.. Humans. You know bestial monstrous humans?" Lizzie said in disbelief that these men didn't know what was going on. Mark and James felt as if their hearts had stopped beating for a moment. As if something had died in them. James felt tears building at the corners of his eyes. He felt very sorry for Lizzie and her brother and didn't understand how they could see them as... monsters?

"How old..?" gasped Mark, his voice cracking "How old is your brother?"

"Fourteen! He's big now and he's not afraid of anything!" Lizzie said with a smile, but her legs trembled with fear whenever she made eye contact with one of the giants. Both men's hearts stopped beating properly. A 14-year-old boy taking care of his little sister all by HIMSELF?

"Where is your brother now?" Mark said coolly. Lizzie immediately stopped smiling. His voice sounded... scary. The man, however, had other plans than to scare the little ones. He wanted to find the boy and help him. Help them. He knew that James wanted it too, but he was too jittery with all this information to take the initiative.

"Home" Lizzie mumbled, snuggling tighter into the elephant. The borrower rules she already knew were "don't let humans see you" and "don't tell humans where your hiding spot is if you get caught and you don't live alone." She had already broken the most important one, but she did not plan to say more. She had to wait for her brother to show up to save her.

"Where-"

"Aren't you hungry Lizzie? Why don't I make you some breakfast?" James cut in, interrupting his husband. He though that putting too much pressure on a girl who is on the verge of crying again is not a good idea. Plus he thought Lizzie was like 6 years old and skinny, so if she's 8 she's on the verge of starvation.

"Bre-k-fast?" The girl said, as if testing out the word. As if she was using it for the first time, even as if she was hearing it for the first time.

"You know, the most important meal?" James flinched at her response. Lizzie didn't know why he reacted the way he did, but she found it a little ironic. Instead of her panicking, James looked more scared now. Lizzie just shook her head.

"I'll make... cereal." James mumbled, trying to calm himself down.

"Call my work and say I'm not coming today because I'm sick" he said quietly, turning to face his husband. Mark nodded. James then proceeded to prepare the meal, and Mark sat in his place, smiling at Lizzie, who just hid more, cuddling up to the elephant.

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Cain knew he had to save his sister at all costs. He hoped she was still in the tunnel, but unfortunately she wasn't. Approaching the end of the tunnel, he didn't expect to hear humans on the countertop.

Oh shit. Are they up?! Why so early?! Cain was horrified at the thought. He couldn't hear much from the tunnel exit, but he did understand one thing. They said something about food. The only vision his mind creates told him that Lizzie was supposed to be the main course.

"Over my dead body" Cain whispered as he prepared to rescue his sister.

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Sorry I wasn't posting for long, hope you enjoyed❤️

There is no better feeling than joining a new fandom, instantly checking Ao3 for G/T of said fandom and finding a good few results. That is me right now with The Magnus Archives and I am VERY happy.