#Riddick fanfiction

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Looks Clear

This is part 8 of Snow In The Dark. I hope you like it :)

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow along with the others decied the best way to make it off the planet alive.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language.

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Part 1 Part 7

Knowing that light hurts the beasts trying to hurt us, everyone quickly takes inventory of everything that makes light.

Despite how bad it looked or not caring how it looked I stuck close to Riddick. He kept me alive more than once today.

Plus I felt calmer around him. More myself. More in control. Something about being next to a man you knew could handle anything that got thrown at him.

So I stood next to him as I stood around the burning cutting torch trying to figure out a plan.

“So we got one cutting torch, we got two hand lights. There’s gotta be something we can rip out of the crash ship.”

“Spirts.” Paris says leaning forward to fan himself.

I was humid and stuffy in this room but it was better than being eaten alive.

“Anything over 45 proof burns rather well.”

“Mmm molotovs my favorite.” I say earning a snort from Jack.

I wink at her and smile. 

“Look, it's better than nothing.” Johns says, glaring at me.

“It was a joke.” I say, lifting my hands up.

I don’t even react as I feel the warm body heat behind me. Johns eyes bouncing to the figure behind me told me who it was.

I don’t know what I did to have the killer of the group be my bodyguard but I would take it. 

“How many bottles you got?” Carolyn asks, getting us in order once again.

“I don’t know, maybe ten.”

“Okay.” She says, nodding and looking over at Johns.

“Johns you got some flares.”

“So, maybe we got enough light.” She says, nodding.

“Enough for fucking what?” Johns asks.

“How thick are you? Do you wanna tell him or should I?” I ask, looking at Johns then Carolyn.

She holds her hand up as to tell me to shut up or she has this.

“We stick to the plan. We get the four cells back to the skiff, we’re off this rock.” 

“Look I hate to ruin a beautiful theory with an ugly fact.” Paris says standing up.

“But that sand cat is solar. It won't run at night.” He says walking over to Carolyn.

“So we carry the cells. We drag them whatever it takes.”

“You mean tonight with all those things out there?” Jack asks, holding onto her legs rocking back and forth. She was scared but doing a great job of holding it in.

I move to sit next to her wrapping my arms around her.

“It’s better to go now then wait them out. We don’t know how long the eclipse is going to last.” I say gently rubbing her back.

“Alright, how long can this thing last?” Johns asks, making me bite my tongue from starting something with him. That wouldn’t help us survive.

“A few hours? A day tops?” He says, very matter of fact.

I clench my jaw ready to shut up but decide against it.

“Didn’t we have this conversation a few hours ago? These people wouldn’t have left everything they own or the ship for that matter if they only had to deal with these things for a few hours or a day tops.” I say spitting the last word.

“I had the impression from the model the two planets were moving as one and there would be a lasting darkness.” Imam says looking at Johns.

“Thank you.” I say, holding my hand out towards Imam.

“Maybe you can only understand men.” I say earning a glare but he doesn't respond to me.

“Mmm.. These suns gotta come up sometime. And if these creatures are phonic about light then we just sit tight and we let the sun come up.” He says, meeting my gaze, the look on his face like he figured it out.

“Okay, where is the water we are going to drink? Or food or oh yeah we’ll probably freeze because deserts get cold at night time and a few days without sun will most likely kill us. If the lack of water and food doesn't. That’s if I put up with you that long.” I say, clenching my jaw.

“Why you little-.” Johns says starting to stand up. 

“Okay enough.” Carolyn says stepping in the middle of the room blocking our line of sight from each other.

“I’m sure somebody else said the same thing, locked inside that coring room.” 

“We need to think about everybody now. Especially the kid.” He says pointing at all of us.

“How scared is this poor boy gonna be out there in the dark.”

“Oh don’t you bring him into this.” I say, clenching my jaw and standing up. 

 “Yeah, don't use him like that.” Carolyn says.

“Like what?” Johns asks, looking disgusted.

“As a smoke screen.” Carolyn says at the same time I speak.

“As a shield.” 

“You deal with your own fear.”

“Yeah it’s okay to be scared Johns.”

“Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth for two seconds and let me come up with a plan that dosn’t involve mass suicide.”

“You came up with one. It's sitting here waiting for the lights to go out so those things can eat us.” I say, the sounds of the creatures outside whaling making me take a breath.

Them clearly hearing us.

Breathing the breath out slowly I move to sit back next to Jack, wrapping my arm around her.

“I’m waiting.” Carolyn says, making me smirk.

I may have to change my mind about her after all.

“How much you weigh Johns?”

“What’s it matter Carolyn?” 

“How much?” She snaps back.

“Around seventy nine kilos.”

“Because you’re seventy nine kilos of gutless white meat.”

“And that’s why you can’t think of a better plan and you want to use Jack as an excuse.” I say joining in.

“Is that fucking right?” He says jumping up, snatching his gun out as he does. 

I don’t flinch.

I watch Riddick stand up stepping in front of him, blocking him from getting to any of us.

“Where are you going?” Johns asks, pressing the barrel of the gun into RIddick’s chin.

I have to stop myself from standing up. The anger I have towards Johns is starting to get to its boiling point. I wanted to hurt him but that would help any of us get out of this.

“This solves nothing.” Imam says, as if he was reading my thoughts.

I watch Riddick smirk, him lifting his goggles and looking over at Johns as the sound of tapping fills the air.

My eyes dropped to the sound seeing a homemade blade right on John’s crotch.

“Okay.” Johns says taking a step and sitting back down.

I couldn’t tell if he was smirking or giving him a fake smile. The look on Johns face creeping me out either way.

My head snaps to the right when Carolyn moves to crouch next to me and Jack.

“They’re afraid of our light. That means we don’t have to be so afraid of them.” She says calmly. Her eyes lifted up to meet mine.

I smile at her then down at Jack.

“You know I will make sure you are safe.” I say, rubbing her back. Jack nods, looking nervous but less scared.

“And you are sure you can get us there? Even in the dark?” Iman asks, looking over at us.

“No I can’t.” She says standing up.

“But he can.” She says looking over at Riddick.

I look up at him, his goggles still off him turning to look over his shoulder at her, the light hitting his face just right to show the silver shine in his eyes.

“That’s the smartest thing you said all day.” I say looking up at her.

She nods and bends down picking up the torch.

“Come on, I have an idea.”

Carolyn leads us back to the entrance of the ship. She uses the torch to shine under the ship in case there are any creatures hiding.

Sticking close together everyone starts to head out following her.

I’m stopped when a large hand grabs my wrist. Looking up over my shoulder I meet the face of Riddick.

Us being swallowed by darkness as the others leave out ahead of us.

“You know not everyone is gonna make it out of here.” He says, his low rubbing voice settling around me. It almost reminds me of the way a cat purrs. Something animal about it.

“Then let's make sure you, me, and Jack are on the list of the ones that do.”

“Is that all you care about?” He asks, sounding like a loaded question which I was trying not to read into.

“Honestly? Yes.”

He smirks, letting go of my wrist and heading towards the door. I stay close to him. The group of us stayed quiet as we walked outside up to the other side of the crashed ship.

“Riddick.” Carolyn whispers it is too risky for us to keep moving forward.

Riddick slides past me, his hand brushing my lower back as he does. I’m shocked by the shiver it shoots up my spine.

He walks to the front of the group, slipping his goggles up to look inside.

“Looks clear.” He calls back.

Johns pushes past me practically shoving me over as he sneaks up next to Riddick, gun in hand. Him having a light on the end of it.

I have to bite my lip to keep from snatching it out of his hand and beating him with it. Thoughts of stabbing him in his sleep enter my mind.

As soon as Johns light shines into the ship a monster comes jumping out towards them screeching.

Riddick drops to the ground, out of the way while Johns jumps to the right landing on his back.

The creature flies over our head away from the light. All of us ducking down. Jack’s grip on my hand tightening.

“You said"clear "." Johns says looking up at Riddick him slightly down a slope.

“I said it looks clear.” Riddick says back, making me smile at the sass.

“Well what’s it look like now?” He asks.

Riddick raises his head taking a quick glance before turning to look back shrugging.

“Looks clear.” He says, making me snort a giggle.

Everyone turned to look at me in a shocked horror.

“I’m sorry that wasn’t meant to be funny, I know.” I say, as Riddick and Johns get up.

Johns casually walked into the ship, everyone following behind. Jack rushed ahead to stay close to Carolyn’s light.

Riddick doesn't move until I reach his side.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I think the exhaustion is finally catching up to me.” I say, feeling heat rise up my cheeks.

Riddick doesn't answer him, lifting a hand to grab my chin. I don’t speak as he moves my head to the left and the right, most likely looking at the bruises there.

Taking a shaky breath I let it out as his touch fell from my face, my skin almost burning from where he touched it.

“I thought I smelt blood.” He says, I almost feel like more to himself than me. But he didn’t seem like the type to talk to himself.

“Is my lip bleeding?” I question reaching up to touch my lip.

“Must have been something else.” He says, turning towards the ship, the clicking sound of the creatures starting to grow louder.

“We need to leave.” He says.

I nod following him into the ship.

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

Vaako x Reader One Shot

Requested by @butchers-girl-Hey sorry late Vaako/reader Best friends pretty much hang out all the time. Reader dating someone that nobody likes at all They both have feeling for each other but to scared to say anything. Doesn't show up for a get together as planned. Vaako goes to find them and finds reader being verbally assaulted. (You decide how?) Vaako kicks his ass. Happy ever after after the admit they like each other.​

A/N-After so long. It’s finally finished. Apologies for the long wait. Work and personal life kept me busy as I wrote this out earlier this month. I had fun writing this Vaako request and hope to get more in the future. Everybody enjoy 🙂  

Warnings: Verbal abuse, slight physical abuse, abusive partner, slight violence, and some language

Citrus Scale: 🍎

W.C+:2.2K

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Both you and Vaako have known one another for as long as you can remember. Meeting each other the day that the Necromongers landed on your planet. Slowly starting a small friendship that began to blossom into something more. Feelings for one another.

Though neither of you have admitted feelings, but share something deep down. There was one thing that was standing between you. Your boyfriend. You were dating him before you met Vaako. Everybody, including you, didn’t like him one bit for one reason. Anger issues.

He has a tendency to take his anger out verbally, especially on you. You always thought of leaving him, but always stayed. When you met Vaako, it was your escape. Vaako made you feel safe with him at all times. 

Never made you feel unwanted and stayed close by your side. See, Vaako wasn’t like him. Vaako understood you more mentally and physically. The way he caresses your face gently. Fingers ghosting over your skin. Among other things, Vaako stays by your side whenever the two of you were together for the day.

The two of you hung out almost everyday, creating a small relationship between one another. With each day spent with him, something deep down began to brew. Feelings for the Necromonger. Vaako felt the same way about, but the two of you were afraid to admit your feelings for one another.

Neither one of you would know the outcome if you admitted your feelings after a long time. You’ve kept them hidden for so long, until one night.

Vaako was pacing around in the city’s center. Both of you agreed to meet up for a night out and what time. He was there, but you weren’t. The agreed time was 7PM. He got there beforehand to meet up with you. Once 7PM came, you didn’t. 

Still pacing around, he looked up at the city center’s clock tower. It was 7:38 PM now. Something isn’t right, his mind told him. Averting his gaze from the clock tower, he began looking around the center. 

His Necromonger comrades were also there, either hanging out with one another or going out on a date. A hole began to form inside of his chest. This doesn’t feel right. I have to go see her. Now, his mind was racing around.

Vaako knew where you lived, since you’ve brought him over to your place several times. Your place wasn’t far from the city center, but it felt longer for him as he quickened his pace.

You were up in your bathroom getting ready. All your hair done up and in your finest evening dinner dress. A shimmering silver blue that matched with Vaako’s Necromonger armor. You were rushing through, as you were running late to meet up with Vaako.

Using a steady hand, you slowly applied the eyeliner onto your upper then lower eyelid. Blinking several times to make sure something didn’t get in. After checking for another minute, you gave yourself a little smile in the mirror.

Snapping the cap back onto the eyeliner pencil, you dropped it back into your makeup bag, zipped it, and placed it back under the bathroom counter. Checking one last time in the mirror, you gave yourself another smile.

“Going out I see,” you turned around quickly to see him standing there in the doorframe between the bedroom and bathroom. It looked like he just came home from his job. Grease stains were splattered all over his face and uniform, except his arms and hands.

“Yeah,” you finally said to him, “going out with some friends for the night and I’m already running late.” You lied, moving past him and switching the light off. Both your handbag and shoes were sitting upon the bench that sat at the foot of the bed.

Quickly you grabbed the shoes and slipped each foot into them. Then picking up the handbag, slinging it across your shoulder. The only thing left to grab was your jacket from the desk chair.

Hastily putting your arms through the sleeves and onto your shoulders. As you were about to descend down the stairs, he grabbed you by the arm with a very irritated look on his face. 

“You’re seeing him aren’t you?” He asked in a deeply serious tone. “What are you talking about? It’s just some friends of mine,” you snapped back at him a little, removing your arm from his harsh grasp. “‘Just some friends of mine’.” He said, mocking you in a way. “Are you really spending the night with the girls or just him?”

Him? He must be talking about Vaako. But how would he know about Vaako? You made very sure not to mention him or be seen with him in public spaces. Something felt off with this. “You wanna know how I know about you two,” he said in a very bitter tone. “I saw you and your ‘friend’ together one night. You didn’t think I would know about you two? Well, I know enough that you’re cheating on me with him.”

Okay he was starting to get aggressive now. It was never good when he gets aggressive. Even towards you. He was going to lose it soon. Best to leave now, before something really bad happens. Turning your back towards him, you started down the stairs again with a quickened pace. 

“Hey, where do you think you’re going,” asking you in an aggravated tone. “Out!” You snapped back angrily. “I’m already late as it is and I don’t want to stay here arguing with you. All you do is push me and others around, because of your fucking attitude. Vaako isn’t like that towards me. He doesn’t treat me like a piece of shit like you do almost everyday and is very gentle. You’re nothing more than a fucking creep.”

At this point, you felt your blood boiling within your skin as you raced down the stairs and out through the front door. The mixture of humidity and nighttime greeted you as you came rushing outside. You carefully and quickly walked down the front porch steps. The sound of your shoes echoing against the brick walkway.

Opening the front garden gate, you walked onto the street and started walking away. As you did, you were grabbed by the wrist. His grip tighter than the last.  “Don’t you dare walk away from me you fucking bitch,” he spat in your ear, “you’re not going anywhere.”

You struggled beneath his grasp, trying to free yourself in the process. “Let go of me you fucking asshole,” you said as you continued to struggle. “No. You’re staying right here with me and away from him. I don’t know what you see in him, but you belong with me.”

He was getting more and more physical, to the point of his fingers digging deeply into your arm. Pain shooting up your arm. “He’s everything that you’re not,” you snapped back at him. Anger rushed through his veins now and he’s going to lose it. “Why you little-”

“Hey! What’s going on here,” a familiar voice quickly cut through high tension. Turning to look over your shoulder, you were completely stunned to see who was standing there. Vaako. He wasn’t in his usual Necromonger armor. Instead he was in formal military uniform for special occasions. You were both stunned and relieved to see him.

“Vaako, what are you-” you cried out in pain when your arm was yanked harder. Concern and anger washed over Vaako’s face as he stepped closer. “So you’re Vaako.” your boyfriend spat out, “heard a lot about you around here.” Pulling you closer to him and away from Vaako. He smelled of sweat and oil, making your nostrils burn.

“That you have.” He said in a calm manner. Vaako was shifting his jaw around. “From what I heard. You’ve been seeing my girl for a while. Let me tell you something buddy. SHE’S MINE YOU HEAR. SHE’S MY GIRL!” Raising his voice to the point of shouting.

You were getting very uncomfortable and scared now. Flashing your eyes towards Vaako, pleading for help. Vaako understood and began walking up closer to you. Feeling his grip getting tighter and tighter around your arm, as Vaako was getting closer and closer. Wincing at the searing hot pain shooting up and down.

Towering over both of you, Vaako felt like a shadow looming. “Who says she’s yours?” Vaako asked in a deeply serious tone. His hazel eyes searing, with hot rage. For a moment, you felt fear coursing through your boy friend’s body. This is the first time seeing him afraid.

Without thinking, your boyfriend let go of you and tossed you aside hastily. You fell backwards and onto your side. You winced again, rubbing your very sore arm. 

“I say so. She’s mine and she belongs to me.” He said, while pointing a finger in Vaako’s face. This isn’t going to end well, you thought to yourself. “She doesn’t belong to anybody else. She doesn’t deserve you. Not one bit. Why don’t you get the fuck out of here and away from us.”

“Let me tell you something,” Vaako said bluntly, “(Y/N) deserves much better. The first time I met her, I felt something. I didn’t know at first, until it finally came to me. She’s like nobody else I’ve ever met. She is everything to me. The way you treat (Y/N) is very disgusting and it irks me to the fullest. I’ve never seen a common breeder like yourself treat her with such disgust. Not giving her anything in return, but with abuse and stone cold malic. You’re nothing to her and you’re very much well beneath me. There’s one thing to say. I love (Y/N).”

Vaako loves you? You felt your heart flutter all of a sudden. Vaako was admitting his feelings for you right here right now. Everything was happening so fast, your heartbeat was growing faster. Anger and fury ran through your boyfriend’s whole face. “Alright that’s it. You are going to regret everything. I’m going to teach you, you fucking-” 

He balled his hand into a tight fist and was about to strike him in the face, but Vaako caught it. Then he started to twist his wrist around in the opposite direction. Your boyfriend’s face began to twist and grimace in great pain, while Vaako remained calm. You could hear small popping noises as he continued to twist it around.

As he tried to break free of Vaako’s grasp with his free hand, Vaako grabbed him by the throat at a fast pace. With all his pure strength, Vaako lifted him up with both hands and threw him over several feet like a rag doll. The sound of his body crashed against metal cans and went limp. The force of the throw knocked him out cold.

Your mouth hung open seeing what just unfolded in front of your eyes. Vaako dusted himself off and fixed his formal attire up. Then he walked over to you to see if you were alright. “Are you alright (Y/N),” he asked while kneeling down to your level and extending his hand out for you.

“Yes,” you finally said, “I’m fine. Thank you Vaako.” Grabbing a hold of his hand, Vaako placed his other one on your back and slowly helped you up off the ground. Vaako looked over you, to make sure there weren’t any cuts or bruises left behind.   

“Vaako. You love me?” The question making you blush, looking at him. Vaako gave you a sad smile, with tears in his eyes. “Yes I do (Y/N).” You let out a small gasp, covering your hand over your mouth. “Oh Vaako,” you softly whispered.

“I didn’t know how to tell you (Y/N). I was so afraid of what to say. I also fear being rejected by you. I could not handle your rejection. I couldn’t live with that forever. I just ca-” You cut off Vaako by lifting yourself up, pressing your lips against his. The warmth filling up inside of your chest.

After a moment, you parted your lips from Vaako’s. His face turned to a light shade of pink, feeling flustered. “(Y/N),” he said softly. “I love you too Vaako.” You said with a bright smile.

“(Y/N), how long?” Asking in a whisper. “Since I first met you. Everyday I spent with you, it made me feel special. I also wanted to admit my feelings, but didn’t know how to tell you. After what you did for me tonight, my feelings feel heard for once. Somebody to love me back.”

Several tears ran down his face, hearing your feelings about him. Vaako leaned over and kissed you in return. After such a long time, the two of you finally admitted your feelings for one another. Vaako took in your sweet scent as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

 Lifting his lips away from yours, both of you smiled in return. Feeling all warm and fuzzy all over. “Let’s go now, while the night is still upon us,” Vaako said as he took your hand in his. 

“Yes.” You said as the two of you walked away hand in hand.

[r4vn]

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[sandywitchboi]

Stranded Out In the Desert

Dune x Riddick Crossover AU

Paul Atreides finds a kindred Soul in Richard B. Riddick

The Baron and the Emperor shepherd the survivors of House Attreides into the desert of Arrakis to die. In the desert they encounter a band of Fedaykin. With them is a known mercinary that Duncan recognizes easily, Richard B. Riddick. A born criminal. A deserter from the Imperial army. Death on two legs.

Even though Duncan knew Riddick was trouble, he befriended the man. Keeping a watchful eye on Riddick. As they travel towards the south of Arrakis Paul is haunted by visions of a holy war. Riddick attempts to comfort the boy. He too has dreams. Not of the future, but visions of his mother, attempting to guide his steps. Hearing this, Paul finally feels less alone.

"Do you always listen?" Paul asked.

"No" Riddick replied with a deep chuckle. "If she's set on it, she'll tell me again. It is my choice to make."

"You're never paralyzed in indecision?"

"Never" Riddick said back. "Dreams are just dreams. The important things happen when we're awake."

[duntaylor-12121]

@newsweekscience @newspaperblackout @newshour @celebrityboyfriend @celebritycloseup @vindieselpics @vindieselsexualfrustration-blog @vindieselfacebook @gossipgirl909 @fastlifeblog @fastandfurious-blog1-blog @fastfuriousfacts @fastfuriousmovie

[nothingenoughao3]

🔪

(From this askbox meme)

what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

It's always medical stuff.

For the longest time, the all-time "weirdest rabbit hole" was when I researched symptoms of opiate withdrawal for this Pitch Black fic. Mostly because it was earlier-internet days and it was harder to find that information than it is now, and I was paranoid that people would think I was in fact trying to detox from an opiate.

Now, though, it's gotta be the research for this L4D2 fic, which included in total, four days of research into how a non-doctor would perform a leg amputation with no anesthetic. (Spoilers, if you even care.) And that was just one part of all the medical crap I researched! Stuff about infections, fevers, hallucinations, sanitation, all delightful subjects that did not tax my gag reflex and affect my search engine's algorithms!

(Seriously though advertisers thought I was very interested in Victorian surgical kits for a while there)

[discordsmuse]

Characters I'll Write For:

(AKA: characters who are my silly little blorbos that I'll write about every goddamn day. Requests for others are still appreciated and accepted <3)

Pirates of the Carribbean

Hector Barbossa

Maccus

Davy Jones

Horror/Dead by Daylight

Evan Macmillan | Trapper

Meg Thomas

Michael Myers

Anna | The Huntress

Herman Carter | The Doctor

Pyramid Head

Leatherface (Specifically Bubba Sawyer)

Miscellaneous

Jareth the Goblin King (Labyrinth)

Riddick (Pitch Black)

Commander Vaako (Chronicals of Riddick)

Dr Otto Octavius | Doc Ock (Spiderman)

Bane (Batman)

Loki (Marvel)

Dr Bruce Banner | Hulk (Marvel)

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

[slutfortheeclaymore]

Well, Drew’s Angels is still plugging along! Just dropped a new chapter last night and we got ourselves a good old fashioned ghost story!

How deep will Cherry get sucked into the mystery of “the lady in the jukebox”?

Will Drew be able to help her before it’s too late for her and their unborn babies?

What does this ghost want with Cherry?

Will Alyssa accept Phoenix & Sheamus as her parents?

How will Krystal & Madcap’s relationship blossom?

What evil intentions does Emma have for them to keep them apart?

Is there another wedding around the bend for either Denise & Randy or Lady & Kevin?

Start reading today & find out! 💙💙💙

@denise63089 @ashkrystal @wwechristina87

[vampirekilmerfic]

Richard B. Riddick/River Tam (37 fics)

Reblog and put your rare pair in the tags/comments! I want to see the depths people will go to create, for the most random two characters in the most obscure media.

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Stay In The Light

This is part 9 of Snow In The Dark. I hope you like it :)

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow learns who her true friends are.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language. Mention of deaths.

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The next half an hour is spent rushing to get everything that makes light and putting it on a makeshift sled.

All of us join together only speaking when we have to. My heart pounded in my chest telling me how worried I was.

Of course I was. I was trapped on a planet with things that wanted to eat me and really no dependable way to defend myself.

I couldn’t help but worry about myself, worry about Jack. She was helping just as anyone else, her being brave and acting like she was fine.

I hate to admit she reminded me a lot of myself at that age. Always trying to fight to keep yourself alive. She was scared I was as well.

We were all scared. The only one of us that didn’t seem to be was Riddick. Him walking around the ship telling us all what to do like he knew exactly how this night was going to play out.

The thing is I knew he was right.

“I’ll be running about ten paces ahead.” He says, Carylon following behind him while I sat next to Paris making cocktails.

“I want light on my back but not on my eyes.” He says, holding his hand up to block the light as he walks past Paris holding the cutting torch.

“And check your cuts. These bad boys know our blood now.” He says, his eyes meeting mine.

I had a busted lip. Is that what he meant?

Looking over at Jack I see her frozen looking up at him with fear on her face. My stomach drops, oh no running through my head.

Standing up I ignore Paris asking me where I’m going. Dusting my hands off I walk over to her and crouch down in front of her, her snapping back to work.

“Everything okay?” I whisper, helping her roll up the cord of light.

Her worried eyes meet mine, her shaking her head.

“It’s that time?” I whisper again, not wanting anyone to hear us.

She nods, not looking at me.

“I’ll find something.” I say standing up once more.

Using a flash light I found, I ease back into the ship half remembering seeing a first aid kit back there. 

I stop hearing footsteps looking over to see Johns standing there.

“Where do you think you're going?” He asks, his gun pointed in my direction.

“To go pee, you wanna watch?” I ask glaring at him.

He flushed with embarrassment, and took a step back.

“Thought so.” I say, moving away from him.

Taking a breath I shine the light around in the darkness almost jumping out of my skin when the shine of eyes flash for just a second.

Without thinking I move closer to him, encasing us in darkness besides my flashlight. Keeping it aimed at the floor, I stop when I reach him.

The primal smell of him wrapping around me makes my stomach tighten. I take a breath, feeling his fingertips brush over my hand as he clicks the light off.

I open my mouth to say something, Riddick’s large hand coming up to cover it stopping me.

I try to ignore my racing heart or the urge to throw myself at him. I clench my fist as best I can, feeling Riddick bend down so our noses almost touch. I could feel his eyes looking deep in mine.

His arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him, making me bend into him as he leans over me.

If I could bite my lip I would, all thoughts of what I was doing back here are out the window. The only thing present is the bubble me and Riddick has created. Despite the darkness around us my eyes flutter close. The heat and pressure of him wrapped around me making me want to melt.

Dropping his hand from my mouth he places it on my back. Him dipping himself lower to run his nose over my neck makes me shiver.

My eyes snap open when I hear a sound, expecting a monster to come flying our way. I blush when I realize it came from me. 

A low rumble leaving my chest or was it my throat it sounded almost like a purr. Blushing, I pull away from him and shake my head.

“I need to go.” I say, stepping back.

Feeling my foot hit something I don’t have time to react before I trip over whatever it was. My arms are flying out to grab anything to stop myself. Strong arms wrapping around me once again. Riddick kept me from falling.

“Sorry.” I say pushing my hair behind my ear from being nervous.

“I really should go. We don’t have a lot of time.” I say, not moving, Riddick’s arms comfortable around me.

I hear a familiar rumble of him humming an agreement, him letting go of me and taking a step back.

“Thank you.” I say, starting to turn around. Stopping when I realize I dropped my flashlight.

“It’s broken.” Riddick says, him seeing what I was doing.

“Great. I was looking for something.” I say more to myself than him.

“I’ll never find it now.”

I blush when I feel his large hand wrap around my wrist. Him pulling me behind him as he walks back towards the others. Back towards the light. 

As soon as we reach the glow of the light both of us are still half covered in shadows Riddick’s touch leaves mine.

Him lifting a box in the air. It is clearly a first aid kit.

“Can you read minds?” I ask, taking it gently from him, a smirk dancing along his lips but quickly disappearing.

“We need to get going.”

“I’ll be ready in five.” I say, earning a slow nod. 

Slipping on his goggles he heads back towards the others, I right behind him.

After we get everything ready. Including me helping Jack with her problem we head towards the door ready to face the beasts outside. Riddick pushing it open the weird sounds of them filling the air.

“Are we actually going to do this?” Paris asks, holding the cutting torch up.

“Did you have any better plans?” I ask, ignoring the glares I get from the others.

“We stay together, we keep the light burning.” Carolyn says sternly.

“That’s all we gotta do to live through this thing.” She says looking around at all of us. Her leaving us to go get Johns.

I stand by the door, next to Riddick, anxiously ready to get off this planet.

I don’t bother saying anything hearing Johns talk just over our heads.

“You give him the cells and the ship and he’ll leave you all out there to die.” Johns says, making me clench my jaw.

Johns seemed like he was only looking out for himself.

“He’ll leave all of you.” He says.

Seeing Riddick’s jaw jump I look over at him, him looking dead ahead.

“And they call you the criminal.” I say, him not answering me.

“Just so we’re clear, if he doesn't make it I won’t be sad about it.” I say, hearing them come down the steps not caring if they heard me. The rest gather at the door of the ship.

“Here.” Johns says, handing me some of the glowing cord to wrap around me.

“I’m not putting that on me and being tied to you, no thanks.”

“Everyone needs to pull their weight.”

“And I will, I'll help drag the thing but I’m not being tied to anyone."

“Even if it was him?” He says, jerking his head towards Riddick.

“Knock it off. Just stay close to the sled.” She says, everyone shutting up when Riddick walks up to us handing me a giant glow stick.

Kinda confused. I take it from him and crack it, shaking it up making the bright neon green lighting up the space around me.

“Let's move.” He says 

I take a breath and get into position as we all take off jogging out into the darkness.

I try not to think about the sounds around me, just keep my eyes focused on Riddick. On the lights on his back. I kept telling myself follow that and you’ll be fine.

Just had to keep up.

It wasn’t long before the cutting torch used its last bit of fuel. The sounds of the wild animals around us grew louder, as the space around us grew darker.

“Stay close.” Imam says. Paris starts to get antsy. I look at him, looking around, Jack mimicking his panic.

“Just breathe, Jack.” I tell her, her looking at me.

We start walking again pulling the sled with us. My stomach drops when I hear something fall off it.

“Wait.” Jack says, taking the lights off her and starting to grab it.

“Don’t.” I say, going to stop her before it was too late.

In a blink, everything erupts into chaos. The sounds of creatures growing closer, as Johns starts shooting his gun blindly.

I go to get Jack back into the light when Johns spins towards me and fires, a strong rough hand pulling me out of the way before the bullet lands in my face.

I don’t get surprised when I feel myself pressed into a hard chest.

“Shh.” He whispers to me, bringing me to the ground as he squats.

I realize he’s just watching them, to see what’s going to happen. My muscles jerk wanting to get Jack but his hold on me keeps me from moving.

I feel the cool of a blade, him pressing it into his own cheek as he thinks, the back of the makeshift knife touching my neck. 

I watch as the whole thing we spent rigging up is ripped from the sled, the glowing blue lights going out.

The only light around me is the green glow stick I tied around my neck with some string and the lights on Riddick’s back.

It didn’t take a genius to realize we were in a bubble of light the others now didn’t have.

I jump as a flash of flames a few feet away goes off, Paris blowing on a lighter, showing at least twenty creatures around him. As soon as the light is gone you hear the whaling of them along with his screams.

With the distraction I watch Carolyn light a flare, the green light brightening the darkness as she lights the few molotovs we have.

I stand up with Riddick, walking over to the group slowly.

“Well it’s good to see you're okay.” Johns says, looking at him.

I rush over to Jack and check on her, her looking up at me with fear. I hug her tightly and kiss her head.

I watch Riddick look out in the distance, where Paris was last seen.

“Do I even wanna know?” Carolyn asks, standing behind him.

“I don’t.” I mumble, holding onto Jack rubbing her arm.

Riddick looks at me then jerks his head to start walking.

I do as he commands us walking after him, us holding bottles of fire.

“Are we getting close?” Jack asks.

“Can we pick up the pace?” Carolyn calls out to Riddick ahead of us.

Johns gets mad as he throws down the strap he was using to pull the sled.

Not wanting to start yelling at him, I speed walk up to Riddick catching up with him.

“They want to go faster.” I say softly to him.

Him grunting in recognition he heard me.

“You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?” Johns asks, walking up to us, standing there.

“We crossed our own tracks.” Carolyn says, making me roll my eyes. Of course we didn't take that long to walk here in the day.

“Why have we circled? Are we lost?” Imam asks.

“Listen.” Riddick says softly.

I do just that, the faint roar of bodies and creatures around us, and even more in our path.

“Canyon ahead. I circled once to buy some time to think.” Riddick says calmly.

“I think we should go now.” Imam

“Oh I don’t know about that.” Riddick says, smirking, cocking his head to the side.

I clench my jaw, catching why he was being sarcastic now. We wouldn’t make it across the Canyon.

“That’s death row up there.” He says speaking my thoughts.

Without thinking I moved closer to him. Needing whatever power that radiated off him to soak into me.

I was brave, or rather stupid enough to get myself into danger but I wasn’t smart enough or rather had the gift of darkvision to get myself out of this mess.

“Especially with the girl bleeding.” He says, making my gut drop.

“Crap.” I say, softly to myself. Johns looking at me, fury lighting up in him.

“Where?” He snaps at me, making my own fury go through me.

“Not her.” Riddick says, calmly getting Johns attention.

“Her.” He says looking at Jack.

Everyone turns to look at Jack, her looking around scared and alone. I quickly move over to her, everyone having a light bulb moment.

I’m stopped by a tight grip.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Johns and Carlyn say in different voices to different people.

Her to Jack comforting her as Jack sinks to the ground.

Johns to me, glaring at me like everything that happened was my fault.

“Did the same thing at her age. It’s not easy being a girl on the streets.” I say glaring up at him.

He yells and jerks away from me storming as far off as he safely could.

“They’ve been nose opened for her since we left.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, they go off blood.”

“Of course they do.” I mumble to myself moving to roll my trying to hold back the part of me that wanted to snap and do anything it took to get out of here alive.

That part of me held down by protecting Jack but she was currently with Carolyn and the presence of Riddick seemed to make the part of me want to unfurl and bloom.

“Look, this is not gonna work.” Carolyn says standing up.

“We’re gonna have to go back.” She says, making me turn to look at her in shock.

“What’d you say?” Johns says.

“You're the one that got us out here in the first place.” He says pointing at her.

I watch them once again turn on each other, I can’t help but wrinkle my brow and cock my head to the side wondering when did people get so weak minded.

It made sense to stick together, keep moving. Do something.

With that thought in mind I turn around, seeing Riddick slowly walking to the ridge of the cannon I go up to stand next to him. Him turning to look at me.

“They're all losing it.”

“Not you?” He asks, softly. His low rumbling voice settled me in a way I needed.

“Not yet.”

He smirks looking down at me. He reaches to pick up my glow stick and look at it.

“Should keep you safe till we get to the ship.”

“We?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

He smirks once again and starts to walk.

I wait for a moment to follow, falling between him and the group.

When Johns joined Riddick I knew something was up. I was just outta ear, shot but close enough to catch a few words.

Sacrifice was the word I picked up on, that and when Riddick turned to look at us, his eyes met mine.

Something in them puts my body on alert. Told me to slow down, wait for him. So I did. I slowed my pace a few steps.

When I watched the green flare fly out of John's hands and a shot pop off I knew what was about to happen.

Despite the warning and the yelling of the others behind me, I race forward. I suddenly worried for Riddick so strongly I had to make sure he was alright.

I skid to a stop to watch the two men trying to kill each other. I get there just in time to see Riddick slice Johns’ back open, him falling to the ground groaning.

“You should’ve never taken the chains off Johns.” Riddick yells standing up, just as the flare gose out.

I was thankful for the light around my neck, the sounds of monsters hissing around me, them to dstreacted by the blood to really notice me.

“You were Billy Bad-Ass.” Riddick says from the darkness.

“The chains. The gauge. The badge.” He draws out as Johns stands up him trying to see with the light on the end of his gun.

“I told you to ghost me.” Riddick whispers taunting him.

I swallow the shiver of that act. It's like watching a cat play with a mouse. Johns was done for he just didn’t know it yet.

I jump but don’t scream when I’m spun around by strong arms and pinned to a rock behind me.

The crunching sound of bones behind me is forgotten as I feel the heat and hardness of Riddick being pressed into me.

“Did you enjoy watching?” He asks, his breath fanning my ear.

“Let’s find the others.” I pant out, knowing this wasn’t the time or place despite the want.

He hums but pulls away from me and starts to walk into the darkness. I stick close by keeping up with him, us finding the group quickly them barely moving,

Carolyn screams when she spins to face Riddick standing there.

“Back to the ship huh?” He asks, smiling.

“Just huddle together until the light burns out.”

“Get away from us.” She says backing up, I watch her eyes jump to me then back.

I couldn’t tell if she was scared of me or if she wanted me to come with her.

“Till you can’t see what’s eating you. That the big plan?” He asks them.

“Where's Johns?” Imam asks.

“Which half?” He asks, smirking, the rest of them gasping in shock.

“WHere gonna lose everyone out here.” Jack says.

“Not if we leave. Now before we run out of light.” 

“We should have stayed at that ship.” Jack says tuning to look back the direction we came.

“He died fast.” Riddick says, walking past them.

“If we have any choice about it, that's the way we should all go out.” He says stopping to stand next to Jack.

Since I was following him I saw the tears in her eyes.

“Don’t you cry for Johns, don’t you dare.” Riddick says walking past her.

“How are we going to make it?” Jack asks, whimpering up at me.

“We are going to listen to Riddick, we are going to make it to that ship and I’ll find you someplace safe.” I say smiling at her.

She nods hugging me as we start to follow once again.

“Why do you trust him?” Carolyn asks, walking next to me.

“I’m good at reading people. He won’t kill us. We’re not a threat to him.” I say honestly, they look around scared every time something makes a noise.

I keep my eyes ahead focusing on walking.

“He killed Johns.” She says in a way I can’t tell if its a question or a statement, so I shrug hoping that gives her my answer.

“Can you talk to him?”

“About what?” I ask, looking at her.

“I���I don’t know. He’s…”

“Scary?” I offer her a suggestion.

“He doesn't scare you?”

“No.” I say leaving it at that. Quite the opposite I keep thinking about everything but being scared of him. Well maybe I was a little but not in the way everyone else was. My fear stimmed more from if I could survive a night with him.

Riddick was not a beast I was trying to tame. Oh no I knew if we made it off this rock and if something did happen between me and Riddick. I would never be able to turn back.

[aces-to-apples]

coldcrashpictures is ruining my life because he just said (nine years ago) about chronicles of riddick "if you put a lightsaber in riddick's hand and called him a rogue jedi, i'm convinced chronicles of riddick would go down as a sci-fi classic" and now i, known schlocky star wars fanfiction writer who loves crossovers and fusion aus, am besieged by The Demons

[silverspleen]

Rewatched Pitch Black and Chronicles of Riddick and damn. Damn love those movies so much they are both good movies and you can't tell me otherwise.

(I think Chronicles may be my favorite of the two.)

I will never watch the third movie. The only Riddick ending I need is that one fanfiction on Ao3 where the author wrote what I am 100% sure is a self insert in as a super special concubine assassin bodyguard of the Lord Marshall who eventually falls in love with Riddick because this is fanfiction goddammit. Riddick is like "ah a Hot Woman who fights good" and he cleverly negotiates all of the Necromongers onto some random planet with his craftiness and fighting good so they can colonize it and not Have War Forever, becomes besties with Vaako after beating him up, and later finds a *second* hot tortured criminal man (TM) for his wife, super special self insert woman, since he can't be there all the time to protect her, so she has two boyfriends, Riddick and riddick 2 electric bogaloo, and gardening is an important plot element.

You will never take this from me, it's the only ending to Riddick I need. I want to pretend the evil space empire is fixed with 1) gardening and 2) space criminal who cares naught for their spicy political murder dramas and just repeatedly beats them into submission with their own rules because he killed the last boss and if he says we're gonna go colonize some random planet, you're gonna go colonize some random planet.

[lost-in-beacon-hills]

One of my now favorite words comes from a pairing that has 86 fics (complete and incomplete). Tepid. The fic was over 20 years old. But I still left comments through the entire thing, and I learned the author was still alive and well and happy to revisit their own works. Even suggested other fics by their friends.

I've fallen in love with fics that are 10 years old, and the author no longer updates/replies/is on ao3. But that fic is one I read every few months. It shaped and changed me. It's weird to say, but I fully believe that fic changed my life. It's inspired me, and I consider it to be the best thing I've ever read (including actual books). I want a tattoo based on it. I want to bookbind my own physical copy of it. Because I love it that much.

If you put it out there it might not be appreciated the moment you publish it. But that doesn't mean that in 20 years someone won't find it and love it. It might even be the moment you publish. But no matter how "cringe" or crappy you think it is there will be someone that wants to read it.

write for yourself. put your fantasies on paper. no one knows what you are writing. no one knows what's in your head. no one is going to write it for you. if you don't write down your ideas they will disappear. if you are too scared to write your thoughts then don't write, try something different. if writing is the only way, get to writing. no one else's opinion matters. no one else's opinion will ever matter

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

Happy New Year 2024

Hello everybody and Happy New Year 2024

First off, I'd like to apologize to those who requested over two years ago and last year for not getting to their requests done, as I got to deal with my job and family life on a daily basis. However, that'll all change for the New Year. I've got a lot of catching up to do, so please be patient.

Secondly, I've changed my blog name to something more appropriate since the first name didn't sound right to me.

Third, I'm going to start writing fanfic series for the first time. It's my first time writing a fanfic series since I started this blog two years ago, so I wanted to do something different this year.

Lastly, I'm going to be doing fanfic masterlists for better navigation on my blog to find them more easier to look up. My inbox for requests is still closed, but my DM (Direct Message) board is still open for requests 24/7. I am going to be doing one or two character requests lists for this year, but I'm still planning that out.

So let's make 2024 the best year for fanfiction and for fanfiction writers :D

SIDE NOTE: As as BIG heads up, I'm finally getting back to writing part II of The Gentle Giant and I'll have that out when I've got the time to finish it...

Upcoming Fanfic Requests for 2024:

First Time

Secret Lovers

The Lovers of Ammit

Doctor’s Notes

Birth of a Miracle

Within His Grasp  

Getting Under His Skin

Heroic Savior

In-Between The Sheets

Lucien Crown x OFC

Harry Osborn NSFW Headcanons

In Between the Bloodshed

Different

Vaako x Reader One Shot

Just a Little Bit

Speechless Angel

Our Plus Sized Wonder

A Birthday Surprise

A Different Kind of Angel

Star Shaped Freckles

The Beauty and the Serpent

Feral Elf

In the Heat of the Moment

Mine to Keep

Hide and Seek Little Lamb

Don't Be Afraid Little Mouse

His Companion

Upcoming Fanfic Series for 2024:

My Dark King (Vampire!Vaako x Female Reader)

The Dark of You (Riddick x Female Reader)

The Beauty Underneath (Raoul x Deformed!Female Reader)

[sandywitchboi]

You Die Like An Animal

Dune x Riddick Crossover

Taking a mercenary job to assassinate a lower house member visiting Geidi Prime was meant to be easy. Riddick was less noticeable among the sea of shaved heads. By now the locals knew not to say a word about him either. If he stopped to taunt a nobleman about watching their back in the dark least he pay them a visit, the locals welcomed it. It seemed fear was it's own currency on the planet Giedi Prime. Thankfully, Riddick had that in spades.

Problems arose when his prey tried to hide from him in the Baron's residence. The Baron himself was away, so Riddick slipped inside. Before he found his prey, a woman and child cowered from Riddick. Well, the woman cowered. The boy stared him down.

Interesting.

After taking out his prey, Riddick took something off the man as proof for his bounty. Before he can slip away the mother begs to go with him. To be taken with her son as ransom. She has reason to believe her life is in danger here. Before her execution she wants a little more time with her son.

Riddick agrees.

Sneaking his willing captives out is easier than Riddick anticipated. The guards are vicious, but the locals quickly move out of his way. It does not take long for the mother to show why she chose to trust the mercenary. She was a Bene Gesserit witch. Using her abilities to get through check points and off the planet.

The entire escape the boy was having the time of his life. Smiling, giggling, and trying to join in the fight.

While they are hiding out, Riddick comes to learn the woman was named Emilda and her son is the Baron's beloved nephew, Feyd Rautha. In the years they are together Riddick comes to learn that Feyd spent years as a ward of his Uncle without his mother. His elder brother tore Feyd away from his mother as a toddler and presented him as a gift to their uncle. Those years apart were Emilda's biggest regret. Now, Feyd Rautha believed she abandoned him. When the truth was the Baron refused her. And the troubled boy was obviously treated poorly. The boy's flinching, bed-wetting, and issues sleeping were evidance enough for Riddick.

Once the last payment for the ransom goes through Riddick would be returning Emilda and Feyd Rautha to Geidi Prime. Along with gifting the Baron a knife in the side of his neck.

[d2kvirus]

30/1/23 Fact or Fiction

Statement #1: The Rock will have a 10+ minute match at Wrestlemania this year. FICTION - If The Rock works WM this year, and the word "if" is doing quite a bit of legwork there, it probably won't be ten minutes and instead closer to the time his match at WM💩 lasted, or to put it another way The Miz is probably going to be hitting the showers in ninety seconds or less

Statement #2: Batista is the best wrestler turned actor. FICTION - Batista deserves a lot of kudos for his acting career, especially because he's very smart in picking his roles so is as likely to appear in Blade Runner 2049 or Hotel Artemis as he is in Riddick or Army of the Dead - but The Rock is a box office behemoth and that's hard to ignore, and on a wider scale there's a few decades of favouritism towards Andre the Giant in The Princess Bride, Jesse Ventura in Predator and The Running Man or Roddy Piper in They Live as runners-up in that conversation

Statement #3: Kenny Omega and the Young Bucks are the best 6-Man Tag Team of all time. FICTION - Sierra Hotel India Echo Lima Delta...

Statement #4: Rhea Ripley will win a traditionally “men’s” championship in the WWE this year. FICTION - Oh boy, imagine what the Andrew Tate disciples would do if Rhea used her women's Rumble win to challenge Roman Reigns at WM. They might actually hit puberty in response, which almost makes it worth seeing...but no, I can't see Rhea challenging for a men's title let alone winning one this year. I mean I could see her walking into the locker room and telling somebody that it's her belt now and they'll hand it over while whimpering, but that's enough fanfiction for now...

Statement #5: You love battle royales. FACT - Battle royales are, by and large, the sort of delightful chaos that it's hard not to enjoy unless the whole thing was booked by either an incompetent berk or somebody who apparently gets off on spiting their fanbase for the hell of it. And when you do get one of those in charge, for example any number of Russoriffic reverse battle royales for the former or the 2015 Rumble for the latter, that reminds you why they're usually so enjoyable that you can overlook how tropey they sometimes get

https://411mania.com/wrestling/411-wrestling-fact-or-fiction-will-rock-wrestle-wrestlemania-this-year/