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Alla scoperta di Noto, un diamante color miele.

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Cash for Cars Dendy 3186 #Dendy #3186 #Victoria #Australia https://www.cardismantlers.com.au/dendy/

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Platasp 4t2 EP16 Curly Bun TF-AF

animated mesh edit & a few recolors

Download: SFS | BOX Polycount: 3186

EP16 Curly Bun hair was converted by @platinumaspiration . I added a bit of movement to front strands.

Check out these naturals by @goatskickin /I used Goat's texture as base for mine.

*This is for The Sims 2

Greying recolor as usual is binned as natural grey for elders (so it triggers grey hair TO) and as custom for YF - AF. Other colors are for TF - EF.

Natural black shows next to Goat's black in the catalogue, mine is darker and has tortoise shell clip.

This hair wasn't as horrible to work with as some other s4 hair meshes but still a PIA. There's a reason why I don't share psd files with layers for my ombre 4t2 hair recolors - it's always a mess, and textures require a lot of touching-up :/

[steddieas-shegoes]

ow

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'ow'

rated t | 926 words | cw: injury, hospitals | tags: established relationship, steddie, famous corroded coffin

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Steve woke up to his phone ringing. He wouldn’t normally be too concerned about that happening, especially when it was barely eleven at night and Eddie was known to call when he got offstage for the night, but the ringtone wasn’t Eddie’s.

“Gareth?” Steve answered, heart already racing from the adrenaline of being woken up so quickly.

“Eddie fell!” Gareth’s voice was panicked as he spoke.

“Fell? Where? Is he okay?” Steve started to rush out of bed, mentally calculating what he would need to shove into a carry on bag to get to wherever Eddie was.

Dallas? Las Vegas? He forgot.

“Off the stage. He’s in the ambulance and we’re on our way to the hospital now. He was awake and yelling at us to call you when he left,” Jeff answered. Apparently Gareth had him on speakerphone. “I don’t think he hit his head, but he said his leg and hip hurt. Could have broken something.”

“Shit. Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Steve threw his backpack on the bed, shoving his phone charger in first. “Send me the hospital info so I can try to call.”

“No, no. He said to tell you not to rush here.”

“His exact words were ‘’Tis but a scratch.’” Frankie said through the phone. “Which is code for he’s being very brave.”

“Exactly. I’ll be on the next flight to-“ Steve leaned over to check his printed out schedule of the tour. “Kansas City.”

“See you soon.”

****

When Steve arrived at the hospital, the entire crew filled the waiting room. A nurse was standing at the reception desk talking to Gareth, Jeff, and Frankie.

Steve rushed over to them.

“How is he?”

“They won’t let any of us see him. He’s been in recovery for two hours now.” Frankie said over his shoulder as he glared at nurse.

“Apparently Eddie doesn’t want to see anyone.” Jeff said as he turned to Steve. “Not until he saw you.”

“Okay, so let me see him.” Steve adjusted his backpack over his shoulder.

“He’s asleep. Nurse said he finally passed out about 15 minutes ago and he needs rest,” Gareth shook his head. “Dramatic bitch.”

“Wait. Recovery?” Steve shook his head. He needed to focus, figure out what was going on exactly. “He had surgery?”

“They had to repair his knee that he shattered. Idiot.” Frankie said before walking towards the crew.

“He’s just mad it took so long to find out anything. He was worried,” Jeff explained. “Glad you’re here now, man. Flight okay?”

“Got stuck in the middle seat between a business man who spent the entire flight calling his wife a bitch and a woman who spent the entire flight crying about leaving her boyfriend. Also anxious as hell. Pretty sure my leg is still numb from not sitting still.” Steve sighed. “Any way I can just go sit in his room?” He asked the nurse.

“Will everyone leave if I let you?” She asked in return.

“I’ll clear ‘em out.” Jeff promised as he patted Steve’s shoulder.

Gareth gave him a quick side hug before following Jeff to the crowded room.

The nurse still didn’t seem pleased, but she must’ve sensed that Steve would put up a hell of a fight. She nodded her head for him to follow her through the double doors to the elevators.

“Room 3186 is where he’ll be for the next 24-48 hours. Then he’ll either get released or moved to the inpatient physical therapy hall,” she explained as they rode up to the third floor. “That’s usually reserved for particularly slow healers and older people, so hopefully he’ll be able to do outpatient PT.”

“How long before he can go on stage?” Steve asked, already scared of the answer.

“I guess it depends on if he plans on falling off another one.”

Any other time, Steve probably would’ve laughed, but right now, he was full of too much anxiety.

“I doubt he planned on falling off of this one,” Steve snapped back.

She apologized when they got to Eddie’s room. “It’s just been rough dealing with that crowd.”

“Well, he’s got a lot of people who care about him.”

She gave him a small smile before leaving him to go into the room on his own.

Eddie was asleep, but Steve could tell it wasn’t a deep sleep. They must not be giving him strong medication.

Steve set his backpack down by the chair and sat down as quietly as possible.

When he looked over to Eddie, his eyes were open and his lips were turned down in a frown. “Ow.”

“Want me to call a nurse?” Steve leaned closer to the bed, worry creasing his brow.

“I broke my knee.”

“I know, baby.”

“Floor got me.”

“Yeah, it did,” Steve barely managed to hold back a laugh as Eddie sighed. “You wanna hold my hand?”

“Always.”

Steve watched as Eddie drifted back to sleep, his hand loose in his grasp.

He sent a text to Gareth to let him know he was with him and he was sleeping somewhat peacefully. He made sure to tell him they could all head back to the buses and vans if they hadn’t already.

Eddie got released two days later with a very intense PT schedule and a restriction on playing on stage standing up for four weeks.

When he got the cast and bandages off, his first stop was a tattoo parlor, where he got the word ‘ow’ tattooed over his kneecap, just above the scar from his surgery.

[justalost4girl]

ONE

This fanfic is part of my Taylor Swift coded fanfics. word count: 3186

A girl walks onto the stage with a guitar in hand and a smile on her face.

She greets the band, and they greet her back. The shy girl thanks everyone for coming tonight.

Natasha Romanoff grips her glass tighter and orders another shot of whiskey without looking at the bartender, as she can't take her eyes off of you.

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One year earlier…

She finds you at the café. Natasha hates cafés, but she knows your company's head of security comes at the end of every period to get coffee with you; it's been like this for two weeks.

But today, you're alone at a table, and Natasha needs to adjust the plan. She goes to the counter and orders a cappuccino—the same as yours—and looks for a place to sit.

Your eyes meet hers, and for a moment, the redhead ignores the hot cup she's carrying.

You're beautiful

And shy.

Natasha recalls your file and smiles. You were exactly as Skye had described. She sees a chance to approach in the crowded room and clears her throat; she's done this before but feels the need to focus.

"Can I sit with you?" A soft voice pulls you out of the stupor you entered when you looked into those deep green eyes. Eyes that could inspire symphonies, and you believe she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, and your brain can't do more than nod, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

She sits beside you, not in front of you, waiting to analyze your computer. The file didn't mention the software you use, so it's up to her to find out before your friend arrives. She positions her coffee well so her field of vision can see anything that appears on the screen.

"I'm pretty sure I've seen you around here; do you live nearby?" She asks, trying to break the ice as usual, but deep down, she feels strange under your contemplative gaze.

"Yes, I live in the building across from Luthor Corp and work there." Your voice shows pride, and your eyes sparkle, Natasha notices. She wonders if you know what your colleague has been developing and the true nature of your boss.

"And you? I don't think I've seen you around here before," you seem genuinely interested. Natasha likes that. Targets are easy, but you are very easy; with just a few words, she already knows where you live and work. For a security analyst, you are far too naive.

And she puts the plan into practice.

"I just moved to the end of the block. There are so many boxes… I needed the coffee to give me energy." She says with an extremely calculated tone. You smile and notice that she has a beautiful corner smile and really seems tired, so you offer to help.

You always offer to help strangers.

And Natasha celebrates the success of the plan while taking a sip of coffee and leaning toward you, complimenting your screensaver. While you give her an excited explanation, she takes the opportunity to see the type of software used and memorizes the access password when you unlock the computer to show how the galaxy theme expands on your computer.

You exchange names.

She's Natalie. Nickname? Nat. The redhead shares similar tastes to yours, and something tells you that coming here alone was the best choice. After all, Nat would never look at you if Luke were around.

You also have a name, but everyone calls you Newton. In honor of your favorite physicist. A development assistant in the security sector with a desk always organizedly messy, in your words. Your boss, Luke, didn't come today because he had an emergency meeting and gave you the afternoon off. Natasha makes a mental note to understand this.

He didn't have any meetings scheduled.

As the coffee finishes, Nat guides you to her house. You stretch your back and even tie your hair up to help with the boxes. Then, you feel a bit disappointed to find there are only two, but you don't complain.

You never complain.

Natasha watches you help organize the books in the living room, chattering away about how you've read most of them and your opinions. You don't notice, however, that they show no signs of use, and amidst some jokes, for a minute Natasha forgets about the mission. Being with you is comfy.

"Wanna order pizza? I know a good place." You ask, sitting on her floor. Your jacket, backpack, and shoes are at the door. She liked how you took off your shoes to enter her house. It's a sign of respect, you say. The file points out the numerous k-dramas evaluated in your account, but she doesn't comment and even finds it adorable. She finds you adorable. Period.

"Sure, but only if you agree to watch something before we go and let me pay for the snack. You were my hero today." Nat smiles, and all that crosses your mind is how random your luck is. Here, sitting on this floor with the most beautiful woman you've ever met in front of you, the word destiny has a new meaning.

She gives you yoga pants and an oversized Star Wars shirt, your favorite saga, to make yourself comfortable. The pizza arrives while you're changing, and she can't use your laptop, but that loses its importance when your heart warms seeing you wear clothes she bought just for you. You feel like you're in heaven for finding someone as big a Star Wars fan as you, because that shirt was only available by order. Everything seems too perfect, you think, but the thought flies when you find out the theory of olives applies to both of you.

Natasha puts on your favorite movie from the franchise, and what was supposed to be just one movie becomes a marathon. She knows all the lines and jokes from each movie, knows curiosities and book details, and that makes you ignore your phone all night.

That night, you fall asleep on the couch.

The sun hits the window, and the redhead opens her eyes and sees you. Your arms are by your side, but Natasha is practically in your lap. Even in a deep sleep, you respect her too much to touch her.

Natasha is distracted for a moment and wonders how much of a spy she was last night. Here and now, looking at your lips in a half smile and your messy hair. Natasha almost feels bad for getting into this mission.

Almost.

She shakes her head and carefully gets off the couch and goes to your backpack, finding a black-covered book and the laptop. The goal? Install a spy program on the laptop. The problem? Natasha's curiosity gets the best of her, and she opens the book.

Your song lyrics, drawing attempts, and poems are a world for her to explore, and only after ten minutes, Natasha remembers the mission. She plugs in a device, pockets it, and waits for the installation, but when the progress bar is only halfway, your alarm goes off, and Natasha has to improvise.

Two minutes until the program is complete.

"Hello there," she says, smiling softly, throwing herself on top of you.

"Ah, now you're Obi-Wan? I thought you were Jar Jar Binks," you say, rubbing your eye and laughing at her offended expression.

Natasha rolls her eyes and starts a tickle war. You squirm, and she lets herself spin on the couch, ending up underneath you.

"Okay, okay, truce. You're not Jar Jar. You're the face anyone would turn to the dark side for," you say, feeling an unexpected courage.

"Does that go for you, Newton?" Natasha says softly, her eyes fixed on yours, her gaze alternating between your lips and your eyes in an almost hypnotizing manner.

"That goes for me, Nat," you whisper, looking at her lips.

You're not sure who initiated the kiss first, but you like to think it was both. The world seems to stop as your lips meet, each touch filled with emotions and suppressed desires. For you, it's a moment of pure magic and connection, an unexpected paradise. For Natasha, it's a reminder of what she could lose, a conflict between duty and desire.

The day passes slowly. She drags you from the couch to the kitchen for coffee and then back to the couch for a make-out session. Natasha has a dominant and bossy streak, and you feel comfortable and safe beside her, as her hands don’t cross any boundaries and remain on your waist. You try a new recipe, talk about the weather, exchange compliments and kisses. The afternoon arrives, and Luke calls you to the office.

You decide to stop by home first but manage to take one of Natasha's limited edition sweatshirts as a promise to meet again soon.

Natasha leaves you at the door smiling like she hasn't in a long time. All for the mission, of course. At least that's what she wants to believe.

She doesn't realize she forgot to send the report to Fury.

You don't realize your laptop is on in the backpack.

Nat is different from any woman you've ever met.

Not that you've met many.

No, but Nat is different. She's kind. She's everything you could ask for in a person. Nat is too good to be true.

"Newton is smiling today?" Luke says, approaching your desk.

"I found my soulmate at the café yesterday," you say, eyes sparkling.

"Really? What's she like?" he asks, placing some files on your desk.

You describe everything, from her appearance to shared tastes, and he smiles like he does with clients.

"Send me the code by 5 p.m., then you can go see your future wife," he says, typing something on his phone and leaving.

You smile and grab your laptop. It's almost dead and turned on. You find it strange but don't question it; after all, the computer is still locked. The memory of Nat's eyes brings you more inspiration, and you jot down about the new shade of green where you found peace.

The afternoon passes in a blur, the leaves fall, and you finally finish the code. Luke is nowhere to be found, something about an urgent meeting, and you decide to send the code by email.

Natasha is at home, with full access to your computer, celebrating the success of the plan. The virus will accompany the file. Luke will open it on the corporate computer, and she can finish the mission. She watches you through the camera, and Natasha misses you for a moment. You are a beautiful collateral damage. Too kind. Too captivating.

She knows it's wrong, but she lets the idea linger in her mind for more than a minute.

Natasha sighed as she shut down the laptop, feeling the weight of the decision she had made. She glanced at the phone screen, hesitant for a moment before typing a quick message to Newton.

"Miss you, come over?" she typed, her fingers hesitating over the keys. It was the first time in a long time that she allowed herself to be true.

"On my way, General Romanoff," you reply, making your usual path with a smile on your face.

☆。*。☆。 Eight months earlier…

One night, as the soft moonlight filtered through the curtains, you were sitting on the couch beside Natasha. She was flipping through your lyric notebook, and after much persuasion, she managed to convince you to sing one of your songs. With a shy smile, your voice filled the room, bringing life to the carefully crafted words.

Natasha watched you with admiration, her eyes sparkling with each note. When you finished, she applauded enthusiastically.

"You have an incredible voice, you know? You should leave this field and sing in a bar. Become famous and rich," Natasha suggested, excitement gleaming in her eyes.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Maybe someday. But if I do, will you promise to be there?"

Natasha took your hand and looked directly into your eyes. "I wouldn't miss any of your shows for anything in this world," she said sincerely.

Later that night, after waking from a nightmare and seeing Natasha, who was now lying on her side, her hair spread across the pillow, you took a deep breath.

Focusing on the woman beside you, you felt a mix of tenderness and curiosity as you admired the peace on her face. Her gentle features seemed even kinder in the quiet of the moment.

Natasha breathed calmly in peaceful sleep, immersed in a world of tranquility that contrasted with the turmoil of your own thoughts.

For a moment, you wondered about the thoughts Natasha kept, about what she dreamed and what made her smile in the silence of that rest. There was something intriguing about the way she moved in the world, near you, an aura of mystery and serenity that deeply attracted you.

You were in love; you felt it intensely and quickly. And for the first time in your life, you felt that this love was mutual. You lay down beside her, lightly touching Natasha's lips with a kiss. She slowly opened her eyes, meeting yours with a gentle shine of surprise and care.

"Nat," you started, feeling your heart racing with emotion overflowing in your words. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A radiant smile formed on her lips, her eyes reflecting tenderness and joy. She nodded slightly, without saying a word, but making it clear that her answer was yes.

☆。*。☆。 Six months earlier…

You walked out of the office with firm steps, Luke by your side. For the first time in months, he mentioned it was for security measures, and you didn't mind, too excited to introduce your oldest friend to your girlfriend. The usual café was just a few meters away, and Natasha, watching from afar, noticed the smile on Newton's face as she entered the establishment.

"Hello there!" You exclaimed eagerly upon seeing Natasha, who smiled back warmly as she greeted you. "You're here! I missed you," Natasha said, warmly embracing you. She caught the familiar scent of Newton and momentarily lost herself in the comforting sensation.

"Yes, and accompanied this time. Nat, this is Luke. Luke, this is Natalie," you introduced them, your eyes shining with affection for Nat, your girlfriend.

"Natalie! You're as beautiful as she said," Luke complimented Natasha with a gallant air, earning a playful eye-roll from Newton. Natasha noted the dynamic between the two, the way Luke enjoyed subtly teasing her.

"Maybe Newton is onto something after all," Natasha replied, laughing softly as she observed Newton and Luke interact.

Luke was at ease, responding to Natasha's light questions with calculated calm. He didn't reveal much personal information, maintaining a professional and careful demeanor in his responses. Natasha tried to probe him about his work and interests, but Luke skillfully deflected, keeping the conversation on superficial topics.

During a momentary pause, Luke received a call on his cell phone. He discreetly stepped away to answer it, while you and Nat continued chatting. A few minutes later, Luke returned with a serious expression.

"Newton," Luke began, catching both your attention. "I just received an important call. We need to prepare for a trip to Seattle in a week. We have a client that requires our personal attention. We'll be there for a month."

You nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility on your shoulders. Natasha couldn't contain her excitement upon hearing about the trip. It was the perfect opportunity to gather evidence against Luke's criminal activities. She spoke with anticipation in her eyes. "That's great! I'd love to come along, if possible."

Luke seemed surprised by Natasha's suggestion, his gaze becoming more cautious. "Natalie, I'm not sure if…"

"I have family there, I don't need to know many details, I just didn't want to be away from Newton," Natasha said persuasively, while Luke looked at her with a wary gaze.

You smiled at Nat and kissed her gently. "Of course, you can come, right Luke?"

Luke nodded resignedly but with a faint smile. "Alright, then get ready for the trip."

While observing the tension in his voice, you recalled how meticulous he had been with security recently. First, insisting on buying a new computer for you, claiming it was safer and more efficient. Then, personally supervising the building's security system update. At the time, you thought it was just part of his protective nature as head of security. Now, however, looking at him, there was something in his behavior that made you wonder if he was hiding something.

The idea of betraying you was unbearable. If only she could find something to justify her mission, she could decide what to do next. She could stop everything, tell you the truth, and run away to Greece, or anywhere far from here.

On the flight, Natasha kept herself discreet, but every glance exchanged between you two left her more conflicted. You were excited about the trip, unaware of the internal turmoil Natasha was facing. She wanted to protect you, but how could she do that when she herself was the threat?

Upon arriving at the destination, Natasha checked into the same hotel as you, but Luke made sure she had no access to the meetings. He was vigilant, observing every interaction between you. You, on the other hand, seemed happy with the opportunity to explore the city alongside Natasha, oblivious to her true intentions.

Every night, as you fell asleep, Natasha stayed awake, lost in thought. She looked at you, feeling a mixture of tenderness and guilt. She knew she needed to act, to find something that would change everything. But until that happened, she stayed by your side, cherishing the time she still had.

Natasha Romanoff had no idea she wasn't the only one playing this game.

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Two - July 9, 2024

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Deep Water Prompt #3186

Remnants of magic still cling to the abandoned city. Unmanned taxis bumble around so slowly you can jog alongside and jump in, engines purring when they realize they have a passenger.

[monotonesmile]

[Love, Death, and…Zombies?]

Chapter One: Lotus

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[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 3186]

[Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol]

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[Notes: It’s here!!!!! Chapter one of Love, Death, and…Zombies? It’s here! I’m sorry it took so long! Not beta read!]

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The air filled with the sound of his boots crushing the broken glass beneath his feet as he wandered into an abandoned gas station, as he searched around the empty and broken shelves, he found cobwebs and charred remains of what was once the roof, the sunlight streaming down from the holes in the roof. Damian searches for anything that could possibly be of use to him, any food, water, potential weapons, anything at all, something to help him survive another day in the hellhole the once great city has become.

Damian heaves a sigh after only finding a small bottle of alcohol, as much as he wishes it was more, it’ll have to do, he could probably use it as an impromptu disinfectant if he ever gets injured, hopefully he won’t, an injury in this environment is never the best thing, could lead to an infection, which is a true bitch to handle.

He pockets the bottle, putting it safely tucked away in a pouch on his belt, he looks around, trying to find anything more, unfortunately for him, there’s nothing else useful in the rundown station, judging by the state of the place, it was probably raided by those still trapped inside Gotham after the only ways out were blocked off or destroyed, people panicked, it was carnage, and he couldn’t find his family during it.

Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts, he walks out of the building and back into the abandoned streets of the city, listening to his surroundings he can hear the bird’s singing and chirping above him in the background, which is a good sign, it means he’s safe for now, he learned rather quickly that animals fall silent if an infected is nearby and walking around, like an early warning system, to which he’s learned to listen closely to after too many close calls.

As he walks down the abandoned streets of Gotham he can’t help but question how this city that was once so known for chaos and crime has come to ruins, the power lines are almost all completely offline, no longer producing their electricity, the city being sent into the stone age, the broken lines now littering the streets, lying idle. The overturned cars that were abandoned during the evacuation were rusting away by now, the buildings, the street lamps, all being overgrown with vines and plants, an eerily beautiful sight, a once great city now lain in ruin, a wasteland.

He couldn't help but frown, it was odd, hearing the city of crime being silent, not a person on sight, nothing, he’s all alone. He hates it. He wishes one day things will return to normal, when he was running atop the rooftops of the city with his family, fighting crime and saving lives, but with no cure in sight, it may never return to the way it was again. It’s hard to see the city this way, he hates being alone.

There’s not a cloud in the sky, the blue sky far above him, and yet as he walks, he can’t admire the sight, keeping his eyes on his surroundings, just because the birds are silenced by infected, they’ll sing the last song you’ll hear if cannibals or raiders find you first. Luckily for him, he seems to be alone for now, nobody else is near him…or so he thought, he froze as he heard a sound, humming, someone is humming? What?

Who could possibly be humming? And why are they humming?

Damian had been caught off guard, he wasn’t expecting someone to be here, how could he possibly not notice? He quickly hid in the shadows as he tracked the noise down, following it until he found a strange person skipping down the street while humming, seemingly in their own world. He couldn’t help but wonder how someone could be so carefree, especially in this day and age, it’s so odd, anyone with a single brain cell would know that this behavior is abnormal, do they not care that they could potentially be killed by making so much noise?

He tilts his head as he looks over their frame, they aren’t…they just aren’t injured, in no way are they injured, there’s no scars, no bruises, no current wounds, nothing at all, but how is that possible? How can someone not be injured, he had scars before this hellish apocalypse, he gained even more because of it, everyone has scars because that’s the way of survival, so how the hell isn’t this person injured!? It was something new, something abnormal, and it caught him completely off guard.

Damian’s eyes narrow as he follows them through the shadows, he has far too many questions going through his mind, to which he cannot find a single answer to any of them. It’s just not possible for them to be uninjured, it’s impossible, everyone has scars, even the smallest nicks are scars. He can’t keep hiding in the shadows, not with the questions he needs answered, he’ll have to reveal himself and ask them himself.

He sighs to himself, gritting his teeth as he trudges out of the shadows, walking up behind them before calling out to the stranger. “Hey!”

“Hello!” They grin at the strange raven haired boy, hopping slightly on their feet as they turn around to face him, greeting him in an enthusiastic manner, which shocked Damian, it was already odd that they were uninjured, but it was shocking that they were also enthusiastic when greeting a random stranger that walked up behind them.

Now that he was closer to this person, he can properly assess that they are generally unharmed, completely uninjured, the only thing that’s slightly odd about their appearance is that they look sickly, but even then, that’s an understandable sight, with such limited resources, especially medicine, people will get sick more often, so it’s not weird that they may be sick, luckily for them, and himself, they don’t look infected, this looks more like a common cold, it’ll go away in a few days.

“Why are you uninjured and why do you look sick?” Damian shook his head to focus on the situation at hand, immediately going into interrogation mode, he had to know what the hell is wrong with them, double checking if they were just sick with a cold, you can never be sure.

“I dunno, I just have a bit of a cold!” They hum, tilting their head at him as they only gave him inconclusive answers and barely anything that could answer his questions that are haunting his mind.

“A…cold? Seriously?” Damian grunts, pinching the bridge of his nose, well, at least that confirms she’s not infected, but she doesn’t know how she’s not injured? Great…even more questions he has no answers to. “Okay…why are you out here? Don’t you know how dangerous it is out here?”

“Just walking, that’s all, it’s gonna get dark so might as well find someplace to stay.” They shrugged, rocking on their feet as the breeze rolled by them.

Damian sighs, rubbing his temples as he just gives up, they aren’t giving him any answers, so they’re probably either an idiot or an airhead, he wouldn’t be surprised if they are, especially considering that they’re just so carefree and just doesn’t seem to care if they could be hurt in the process. So they aren’t even sure how they aren’t injured and he has far too many questions that are unanswered for him to let them just walk away.

“Okay, what’s your name then?” Damian sighs, crossing his arms as he looks at them, scanning their expression for any possibility of lying, but from what he can see, they are completely truthful with their words.

“Oh! Y/N, and you?” They grin, introducing themselves with a chirp, smiling at him.

“Damian.” He mutters his greeting. “Don’t make me regret asking, but do you…want to come with me?” He grits his teeth, he doesn’t trust them in the slightest, not at all, though he highly doubts that they’re dangerous, so even if they try something, he could easily overpower them in a fight.

“You’re asking if I want to tag along?” They were surprised by his offer, they certainly weren’t expecting a stranger to make such a kind offer to them, it was nice though. “Yes! I’ll come with you! Better than being alone.” They laugh gently, a genuine smile on their face as they accept his offer.

He wasn’t that surprised to hear them agree to the offer, shrugging as he continues his original path down the empty street, making sure this strange person is following behind him, hopefully he’ll actually find out what’s so different about them, maybe they’re just really lucky, who knows, he will find out eventually, something will have to give.

So he’ll let them tag along, as he watches their surroundings, listening to the birds singing far above, a melancholy song of those long gone, as long as the birds sing, it’s a good day, he hopes they’ll never fall silent, nobody wants the be caught an infected, especially not with a seemingly defenseless person, at least, he’s assuming they’re defenseless anyway, he can’t be sure yet, but they don’t seem that strong.

His mind can’t keep the topic out of his head, even if they are defenseless, that would’ve meant they’d have countless injuries from being incapable of protecting themselves, but they don’t, and the more he’s thinking about it, the more he gets a headache, this person just had to be an enigma to him. It’s irritating as hell.

Damian knows he’ll get an answer eventually, even if he’s impatient and finds it annoying, but he can’t focus on that right now, he has to prioritize finding them both shelter as he watches the sun begin to dip beyond the horizon, painting the sky with beautiful colors of pink and orange, casting a soft glow over the desolate city around them, many buildings in ruins, crumbled due to having no one to care for them in such a long time, vines growing through the broken windows as moss clings to the walls, yet as the sun sets, it almost feels peaceful for once.

Peace is hard to come by nowadays, so he’ll bathe in the warmth of the sun before it begins to fade, a ghost of a smile breaking out onto his tired face, he could hear his newfound companion humming again, but he doesn’t mind in this moment, it feels nice to not be alone for once.

Damian grunts as he searches for a place to spend the night, he’s always been picky about it, he doesn’t want to camp in an area that could potentially have squatters or threats nearby, plus, he’s not fond of getting soaked by rain if a storm just happens to blow in during the night. He knows he’ll have to lose sleep by staying awake to keep watch so he and his new, begrudging, companion don’t get caught while vulnerable, and now that he thinks about it, he has a second mouth to feed, which means his rations are about to get cut in half, just great.

“Hey, stranger.” He grumbles, looking back at them with a grumpy scowl. “I have a question.”

“Yeah?” Their humming paused as they turned their attention back to Damian as they kept their pace down the street.

“Have you eaten anything recently?” He sighs, it’s annoying that his rations are going to halfed.

“Oh! Yeah!” They chirp with a grin, their answer actually surprising him as his walk halted.

“Y…you have? What could you have possibly eaten! There’s not exactly a lot of food to go around.” Damian had fully turned to look at them with scrunched eyebrows and a look of surprise and confusion on his face.

“Deer.” They shrug as they gesture to the pouch on their belt, likely holding whatever they got from the deer.

He actually had to pause, staring at the pouch with a look of disbelief, he wasn’t expecting them to have hunted for something so they could eat. He didn’t think they could hunt! They don’t seem like the type to know how too, especially if they lived in Gotham, it’s not exactly a city with a lot of forest to hunt in, but now that it’s abandoned the animals have slowly begun to move back into the concrete jungle.

“You know how to hunt?” Damian mutters, looking back at their face with skepticism, but he can’t help but believe them as they nod in response to his question, surprising him even further, and to just confirm any lasting skepticism, he asks one more question. “How did you catch a deer?”

“Spear.” They shrug with a small grin before they huff. “I didn’t get the spear back…” It was almost like they were upset at the fact they didn’t recover their spear…somehow. Well, at least they can hunt, that’s good, hopefully that means they can help with gathering food, plus it makes up for him having to cut his rations in half just to keep them fed.

Damian slowly nods before continuing to walk down the street, hearing their footsteps follow him, so they aren’t completely useless, that’s good for him, plus they can probably cook, he highly doubts they were eating raw meat. “Any meat left over?”

They nod and grin, giving him a cheerful thumbs up as they follow along behind him as the sky slowly darkens above them, the birds starting to settle in for the night, singing their nightly song.

“Good.” He nods before he continues to search for a place to sleep for the night, some place they could actually hunker down in, that’s stable and safe for the most part. He quickly realizes that they’ve traveled into an old suburban area in Gotham, where multiple houses used to stand, some still mostly intake, such as one that catches his eye.

Damian decides on a small, mostly intact, house that vines and moss cover the outside walls of the beige building, it’s definitely a type of copy paste house that’s in massive suburban areas, but it’ll do for tonight, his eyes quickly searching the building, noting the vantage points of the windows of what he assumes is the living room.

“Wait here,” Damian throws his arm out in front of them, making them stop in place, looking at him with a confused expression. “I’m going to search the building, stay put.”

With that, he heads into the building, pushing the door open, finding it unlocked, the people who lived here probably didn’t bother to lock it while evacuating, heading inside to assess the safety of the building, making sure nobody is currently occupying the house and that it’s truly secure, quietly sneaking through the building, his skills as an assassin and Robin definitely coming in handy during this.

Damian breathes a sigh of relief as he finds the house empty, not a single person currently inhabiting it, if anyone had been here, it was months ago and they haven’t returned since, he can’t help but be relieved and feel a sense of luck, it was always hard to find safe places to stay, any safe houses he and his family had originally were absolutely compromised by now. The fact the house is empty means it is safe to rest here, so Damian heads back out to tell them that it’s safe and to come inside.

“Hey, you can come in now, the building is secure.” He had popped his head out of the door before he walked back into the building, hearing them trot into the house behind him, he even heard them close the door behind them before following him.

Finding his original vantage point, the windows in the living room, he sets down his bag on the floor, deciding that this is a good enough place to set up camp, there’s enough space and perfect points where he can keep watch throughout the night.

As they sit down on the floor, Damian searches for any dry wood that could be in the old house, old planks, furniture, anything that can hold a fire, collecting what he can and bringing it back to the living room, he cleans an area that hopefully won’t make the fire catch on anything else, quickly he ignites a fire, illuminating the room with an orange glow.

He looks up to speak before his mouth snaps shut with utter bafflement as he sees they haven’t set their bedroll up yet, they’re just sitting on the floor as he sets up the small, contained fire in the living room.

“Why haven’t you set up your sleeping arrangements?” Any questions he had previously essentially evaporated at the current situation at hand, now he was just confused while he was getting his own from the bag he had set down.

“I don’t have a bed thingy like you.” They tilted their head at his bed roll while he was setting it up on the floor. “I usually just slept in trees or cars, I don’t think I ever even had a blanket.”

Damian groans to himself at their explanation, grabbing a spare blanket from his bag before he handed it to them with a grunt, offering the blanket to them, he wasn’t exactly going to let them go cold while sleeping, now he understands why they’re sick, if they had no blanket it’s not that surprising anymore.

They blink before grinning as they accept the blanket offering, laying it on the floor before promptly flopping down in it with a puff of air escaping them. Damian watches with a mild sense of annoyance as they didn’t even bother to lay the blanket on top of them, only laying on it, which defeats the purpose of the blanket.

“I’ll keep watch for tonight, just get some rest.” He huffs, not wanting to get taken off guard by squatters or looters coming in at night or the morning, watching them give him a thumbs up and a smiling nod before they lay their head down and almost instantly fall asleep.

Damian was definitely surprised at how quickly they had just fallen asleep, perhaps they were just really tired, he wouldn’t blame them if they were, but still, they had been so damn enthusiastic when they met even if they were tired.

He grunts, shaking his head to clear his mind before looking out the window as the sky becomes a deep blue, the sun having set just after they got into the building, a close call in his opinion. Which now leaves him to think back on the day, the moments that lead up to this situation, making him sigh as he questions how the hell he got into this, but there’s no turning back now for him, he has a strange person as his new traveling companion, oh well, at least he’s no longer alone. Now all he has to do is wait for morning light and see what will happen next.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

secrets in the cold ~ rj "mac" macready;the thing

word count: 3186

request?: no

description: in which the only woman on the base, predictably, ends up falling for one of her teammates, but they decide not to tell the rest of the base

pairing: rj "mac" macready x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

Every day I mentally reminded myself to thank our bosses when our trip ended for making such a sound structure to keep the cold out.

When I was approached to be one of the medical advisors on this trip, I was hesitant. Besides the fact that it was an extended stay in the Arctic during the coldest and stormiest time of the year, I was also set to be the only woman in a crew of 12 men. I had met 2 of the 12 before, but the rest were going to be total strangers. So it wasn't a surprise why I was a bit cautious to say yes. But it was a big opportunity for me career wise, so I did eventually say yes.

Within a matter of days, I became close with my crewmates. They were a nice group of guys, and they didn't treat me any different just because I was a woman. Some of them liked to tease me about "not falling in love with them" since we'd be stuck together for so long, but I knew it was always in jest.

I was the last person awake. I could hear everyone else bustling about in the compound; Nauls' music loudly playing as he made breakfast; the sound of pool balls clacking against one another; Copper yapping away about something or other that I'm sure no one cared about.

I rolled out of bed and pulled on my clothes. Opening the door caused the distant noises to grow louder. I moved down the hallway to the communal area, where almost everyone was gathered. The only two missing were Nauls, who was in the kitchen, and Mac, who I was sure was in his own shack still.

"Jesus, Palmer," I said as I entered the room. "You need to start going outside when you're smoking. This place reeks of weed."

"It's too cold outside," Palmer said.

"Can't handle a little cold, Palmer?" Childs teased.

They started bickering, so I took it as my opportunity to slip out to the kitchen. Nauls' boombox drowned out the noise of the other men. He was gliding across the kitchen on his rollerblades, as usual. He made them seem so easy to use, but I knew I'd have both ankles broken if I tried to use a pair of rollerblades.

"Anything good to eat, chef?!" I called over his music.

He turned and smiled before turning down the music. "Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I was just making breakfast for you and Mac. Everyone else scarfed down the first round."

"Mac hasn't been down for breakfast yet?" Nauls shook his head. "Want to throw his into a container and I'll bring it to him?"

Nauls gave me a look, but I pretneded like I didn't see him.

While Nauls finished cooking, I made some coffee and put it in a travel mug. Nauls put Mac's food in a container, and then got a second container and put my breakfast in it. I mumbled a thank you and grabbed everything. The other guys were still loudly speaking as I passed by, so no one noticed me going towards the door. I pulled on my giant winter jacket, pulled up the furry hood, and stuffed my feet into my winter boots.

No matter how long we stated out here, I could never get used to the cold. When I opened the door to the compound, the cold hit me in the face like a brick. It took my breath away for a few seconds. Luckily, it wasn't a windy day, and it wasn't snowing. It was just bitterly cold. I trudged across the snowy lands to Mac's shack. I climbed the stairs to his door, and opened it to let myself in. I rarely ever knocked on his door, and he knew there was only one person who would let themselves in.

Mac was playing chess on his computer as usual. His eyes slowly drifted from the screen to me, and he smiled. I couldn't help but smile back as I raised the food and the coffee to show him.

"You're an angel," he said.

"A cold angel," I said, my voice shaking from the cold.

Mac extended his arms to me. "Come over, let me warm you."

I shrugged out of my coat and put down our food and his coffee, and pretty well ran to Mac's waiting embrace. He chuckled, adjusted me on his lap, and enveloped me into his warmth.

So, remember when I said about the guys joking about me falling in love with one of them? Well, it may not have been just a joke with Mac.

I still don't quite know when I started developing feelings for Mac. I knew from the start that he was a gorgeous man, even before he grew out his hair and beard and became extra gorgeous. But I never saw Mac as some romantic interest or anything. He was an attractive man who could fly our helicopter. That was it. Until one day, it wasn't. One day I became much more aware of Mac when he was close to me; of his voice when he laughed; of the feeling of his hands against mine when he was teaching me the controls of the helicopter.

It took me a while to understand what was going on, and when I did, I had one thought: "Oh shit."

Mac made the first move, and effectively surprised me when he did. We were in a similar situation to this: in his shack, except i was next to him and not on his lap, and his chess game was going before us. He had been teaching me to play because i was bored with everything else inside the compound. I wasn't any good, but he kept assuring me it took practice. After my third loss in a row, I was ready to give up. I told him it wasn't fun, he told me it could be once I learned how to play, I told him it was a stupid game. He laughed, and I laughed. Then he was kissing me.

We found a different way to pass the time that day.

We said we'd keep it a secret from the rest of the crew because we didn't want them to tease us over it or make a big deal, but I think we both knew deep down that there was another reason. Once this mission ended, once we went back home and weren't forced in such close proximity, would we still be together? Would there be a real relationship, or was it just a product of being stuck in isolation together?

I tried not to think about it. I just wanted to enjoy this time with him, however fleeting it was.

"Nauls might be on to us," I told Mac. "He gave me a look when I said I'd bring you breakfast."

"Nauls notices more than he lets on," Mac replied. "But I'm not worried about that."

I guess I wasn't either. Wouldn't have to sneak around anymore if the guys ended up figuring it out.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "I brought coffee, too."

"I have my warming drink already." Mac held up a glass that had been placed next to his computer.

I turned in his arms to playfully glare at him. "It's too early for that."

"Never too early in the Arctic."

He raised the glass for another swig, but I managed to grab it before he could. I was off his lap and across the room before he could stop me. I replaced the whiskey with the coffee I had brought him, then dumped the liquor outside. It proved to be a punishment for me as a rush of freezing air rushed into the shack at me. Mac laughed as I shivered.

"That's what you get for wasting perfectly good whiskey."

"You don't need to be drinking already! What if we need to go out on the helicopter later?"

"I've flown with a few drinks in me before."

"Remind me never to fly with you again."

He chuckled as I passed him his breakfast. I sat with him again with my own food. We ate in silence for a while. Not an awkward silence, a very comfortable one. We spent a lot of time just sitting in silence, enjoying each other's company. Sometimes it was needed after spending a day with the guys, but mostly we just felt comfortable spending time together in silence. There was no need to fill the silence with small talk or awkward banter.

Once we finished eating, I collected our containers and utensils and stood. "I should get back to the compound. I'll bring all this back for Nauls to clean."

"You're going already?" Mac asked. I couldn't look at him, because I knew if I did then I wouldn't leave.

"Well...I've been here a while." I shrugged, as if that was enough of an answer.

"What does that mean?" he asked. I shrugged again, still not looking at him. I was reaching for my jacket, when suddenly Mac was behind me, a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, seriously, why are you rushing out?"

I took a deep breath before turning to look at Mac. As I predicted, just one look made me want to stay. He had a way of doing that, whether it was intentional or not I still wasn't sure.

"I don't want the guys to notice how long I've been gone," I admitted.

Mac chuckled. "If I had to guess, they probably don't even know that you're here."

"Nauls knows."

A look of understanding crossed Mac's face. "You're worried because Nauls knows about us."

I felt the need to defend myself, so quickly I added, "It's not like I care if anyone knows. I mean, this would all be a lot easier if the guys did know. We wouldn't have to sneak around or pretend anymore."

"But you're still worried."

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "A little. We've kept it a secret this long, it's kind of...scary to have the guys find out now."

Mac put both hands on my shoulders, moving closer to me. "Listen, I'm not trying to invalidate how you're feeling or anything, but I do know that if anyone here found out about us, they would not care. The only reason I said we should keep this to ourselves is that once they find out, we will not know a moment of peace. There will be constant jokes and teasing about it, but no one is going to be upset. I don't know why they would. We're two grown adults engaging in a relationship that we're both consenting to. There was nothing in the job description to say that wasn't allowed."

I chuckled. I knew he was right, but still there was something gnawing at me in worry about anyone finding out. In the back of my head a little voice was reminding me of how unsure the future of this relationship was, but I tried to tune it out.

"I'm still gonna go back to the compound," I told him. "I'll come back up later?"

He nodded. "I'll be down later. We can sneak up afterwards, maybe."

"Like two teenagers."

Mac chuckled and leaned forward to kiss me. My heart tugged after him as he pulled away, willing me to stay there. But I forced myself to pull my coat back on and to go out into the cold.

~~~~~~

It didn't take long for me to wish I had stayed in Mac's shack. Upon returning to the compound, I was met with the cacophony of noise once again. The guys talking, Nauls' music, the various sounds of what the guys were doing to pass the time. As predicted, none of them had noticed I was gone. Norris had caught me hanging up my coat as I came back in, but when I told him I was just bringing something to Mac, he shrugged and went back to his room, no questions asked.

I spent a few hours reading one of the books that had recently been sent. Every so often, when Windows could reach our bosses, we would put out requests for certain things to be brough to the base. Usually some resources, like food or medical supplies, but sometimes we would ask for things to be brought for entertainment purposes. I'd always ask for books. However many they wanted to send me. I would tell them to get my sister to go to my apartment and take a few off my bookshelf to send, so that I knew I would like them and not be sent some random picks from our higher ups. I was in my room, trying to get away from the noise so I could read, when Mac had come into the compound. I heard his voice first talking to the other guys, and then he was in my doorway.

I looked up at him, and he looked back at me. We didn't say anything, but I still blushed under his gaze, and he still smiled, probably a bit cocky at how he could make me feel with just a look.

I joined the rest of the group a little while after that. I put my book aside and walked down the hall to find everyone sitting around the table. Well, almost everyone. Garry and Blair were off to the side, watching but not really taking part. Childs was dealing the cards when I walked in. He looked up at me and said, "Hey, look who's finally joining us."

"Can you blame a girl for wanting to take a break from you morons sometimes?" I teased. "What are we playing?"

"Poker," Childs responded. "You want in?"

"I've never played before," I admitted. "I'll watch a few rounds and see if I can pick up on it."

"It's not that hard," Bennings said. "It shouldn't take too long to pick up on it. Mac, move over so she can pull a chair over to watch us."

Mac gave me a look that I hoped none of the other guys had caught. He moved his chair over enough for me to slip another chair between him and Bennings. When I sat down, we were pressed together. I tried not to focus too much on how close together we were.

I watched the guys play a few rounds. Bennings was definitely the right one to sit next to because he was winning every round. The only one he hadn't won, Mac had won instead. I was feeling a bit confident that I could play, so the next round I had Childs deal me in. Turns out, I was a little quick to have this level of confidence because the first round I lost terribly.

"Maybe you should've spectated one more time," Palmer said.

"Maybe you should shut up," I retorted, sticking out my tongue for good measure. Everyone laughed.

"Do you wanna play again?" Childs asked as he started shuffling the cards again.

I shrugged. "Yeah, why not? I won't learn if I don't play."

"We should make it interesting," Windows said. "Strip poker, anyone?"

I was ready with another playful retort, knowing that Windows was not serious in his suggestion, but Mac cut me off with a snap, "Shut the fuck up, Windows."

A tense silence filled the room. Everyone turned to look at Mac, who definitely was not happy with Windows' suggestion.

"Mac," I said, my voice a little soft. "It's fine."

"I wasn't serious, man," Windows said. "You know none of us think that way about her."

Mac's eyes fell down to the table in front of him. I could see that he was still annoyed, but also that he was realizing his outburst was uncalled for. I glanced around the table and saw all the guys were still facing us, still a little confused by Mac's sudden anger.

So, I decided to make things a little clearer.

"And you know the only person here I'd get naked for is you."

The silence lasted all of five seconds before the guys were all saying, "What?!"

Mac's eyes met mine, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. His hand started inching towards mine, so I nodded, giving him the silent go ahead to hold my hand in front of all of our crewmembers. That definitely sealed the deal for them, and suddenly we were being asked a number of different questions all at once.

"MacReady, you bastard," Childs said, clapping Mac on the back. "Only you would get the one woman in this place to fall for your charm."

"I think it may have been the other way around," I said. "He was the one to make the first move."

"You fucking dog!" Windows said.

We hadn't noticed Gary until he was stood between Fuchs and Windows, directly across the table from us so he could perfectly stare us down. The table suddenly went quiet again, facing our commander.

"If you're about to tell us that this interferes with our mission in some way," Mac started, "then just stop, because it doesn't. Us being together isn't going to affect how I fly a helicopter, or how she conducts medical procedures with Cooper."

"The higher ups will want to hear about it," Gary said. "Whether it interferes or not, you two are engaging in a relationship with a crew member, and that's something that will need to be brought up to the board."

I felt my ears growing hot. I wanted to snap at Gary, because there truthfully was no need to tell anyone about this. Like Mac had said, there was no interreference because we were together. Nothing was going to change just because we were dating.

But I was glad I had kept it to myself when Gary smiled and said, "But we can discuss it with them when the mission is over."

I almost deflated into Mac's arms as Gary told us he was happy for us, then went to sit back down with Blair. Everyone was ready to move on from the news, so Childs started dealing the cards again.

"I guess we won't have to sneak back to my place like two teenagers after all," Mac told me.

"Maybe I can actually stay the night, too."

He smiled at me. "I guess I can make room in that small bed for one more person. Just means we'll have to be real close all night."

"If you two are gonna talk about your sex lives, can you do it when you're not with us?" Bennings asked. "Some of us don't have a chance in Hell of getting sex until this mission ends, so we don't need it rubbed in our faces."

"That sounds do-able," Mac said, tossing his cards in front of him and standing. "Let's go back to my shack and have all sorts of sex."

The guys exclaimed in disgust as I stood and followed Mac's lead.

[harveyphotography]

Taormina - Sicilia 2024

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Hidden Gems 8: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have hidden gems! Check under the cut for five fics that have less than 150 kudos, and don't forget to comment and kudos if you like them!

lend me your mettle by royalgreen (allyoop) (3186, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

The Mighty Nein and a day at the beach

Reccer says: It's a lovely thing to read at the end of summer (in the northern hemisphere, currently) - the vibes are immaculate

grasp at every ray of sun by quinn_of_aebradore (1107, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

While on vacation with the Nein on Rumblecusp, Beau overhears Caleb having a conversation with a surprise visitor.

Reccer says: Soft and lovely, with a great characterization in the Beau POV

All Over the Place by daintylemonsquare (2660, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek get a new house. They have to break it in somehow.

Reccer says: Funny and sexy, and a bunch of short little scenarios of Caleb and Essek fucking in their house

Palindrome by dawl_and_dapple (3890, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

A thief steals into the tower of a reclusive and ancient mage from another world on a mission to steal magic secrets. An extra-planetary scientist finds himself the unwilling host of one of the planets' barbaric locals who thinks he is some sort of magician. They can make the most of this situation.

Reccer says: A fun and interesting AU concept! Great worldbuilding and a nice dynamic between Caleb and Essek

Playing Chicken by NKMLN (1771, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

In a panicked moment, Essek polymorphs Caleb into a chicken

Reccer says: Such a fun concept with hilariously brilliant execution

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with shadowblumendrei (Essek/Caleb/Wulf/Astrid)

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