- Teen Wolf (TV) (1)
01 Jan 2014
The Dursleys didn't raise Harry Potter to be a very good boy.
Mildest of fusions with Sherlock Holmes
Bookmarked by Shadowed_Words
24 Apr 2018
His son was capable of handling himself. His son was intelligent. But he knew that regardless of those two facts, Keith was going to attract a hoard of alphas when he left the safe confines of their humble abode and began school. Action needed to be taken. There were only two types of dads: bad pun makers or meet-you-at-the-door-with-a-shotgun. He knew what type he had to be.
- Part 2 of Dadverse
02 Mar 2013
“The fucker killed his own sister.” She snorts and takes another sip.
Dexter doesn’t flinch. He gives himself mental points for that.
“Fuck.” She says again.
Maybe he should respond, “Deb-“
“How could he do that?” She asks, never minding his response. “How-how... I just don’t get how anyone could do that...”
He nods in compliance.
“His fucking sister!” Debra exclaims in anguish. “If you were a serial killer, would you kill me and then parade my goddamn fucking half naked corpse?-”
No, I wouldn’t... At least not the half-naked parading anyway.
Summary: Dexter has always felt like Pinocchio. A little wooden toy wanting to be a real boy. But he never could. He has these moments when he wins and everything is golden and glorious. But then it crashes and he’s left to pick up the pieces on his own.
He is strangled in the strings of fate. It’s all Pinocchio dreams.
But maybe he just hasn’t realised that it has already come true.
What’s a correct course of action in this case? What do you do when your sister kisses you like, well, not your sister?
Lt. Debra Morgan is in love with her brother, but it is okay since he is adopted. In this story she has already seen him kill Travis Marshall and is decidedly going to be okay with it. What she isn't okay with, the fact that she can't kick the weird tingles he gives her no matter what he does. Since he is a serial killer, that should be gross...but....yeah...
Update: added link for inspirational playlist in notes. :) Should be able to copy and paste into browsers.
Back at the station I must have dazed off, drifting into a strange fantasy world. Dexter came in, beaming like someone's proud mother. He shut all of the blinds and sat on my desk. This was beginning to seem really weird.
"Can I help you, big brother?"