#each of them being trained to hunt in different ways

[hazyserenityx]

The Moons that Protect Their Little Star:

Chapter 1: Welcome Home

Title: The Moons that Protect Their Little Star: Ch1: Welcome Home.

Synopsis: This is not a romance fanfic. AU. You live with your 5 older brothers: Sylus, Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel, and Caleb. Their world revolves around taking care of you. Just a day in the life of a little sister being spoiled, being protected, and being dotted on by her big brothers.

Chapter 2 >> (coming soon)

WC: 2.3K

“I’m home!”

You return home after a 3-day mission to the no-hunt zone. Recently, multiple anomalies have been detected, and the Unicorn Team has been tasked to find the source of these anomalies and eliminate them. You're glad that the mission ended successfully, you want nothing more than to go home instead of camping out in the forest every night. 

At the doorstep, you enter your passcode. 3-2-6-4-5-9, which spells out ‘family’ on the number pad, and hear a familiar click. You step inside, slipping your backpack off your shoulder and dropping it on the floor with a tired thud. It’s so nice to be home. 

You live in a beautiful quiet neighborhood. The house is large, but it feels cozy. It's beautifully furnished and it feels warm and comfortable. Scattered around your home are several miss matched decorations from the trinkets each of your brothers brings home from time to time. 

Candy jars filled with sweets, antique guns, model planes, paintings of the ocean, and the softest throw blankets present themselves in different parts of the house.. But you wouldn't have it any other way. Each item has their own stories to tell, and each one reminds you of the people that love you unconditionally.

Xavier follows behind you shortly after as he steps into the house. You sometimes find it annoying that you work with him everyday and in the same division, since you’re both top performing hunters on the Unicorn team under Captain Jenna. But you were thankful for him on this mission. Without him, you probably wouldn’t have been able to defeat the wanderers without getting injured. On missions like these, you feel fortunate to have Xavier there to protect you from harm. He was your star, and you were his galaxy.

“Take your shoes off and go take a shower first before coming down for dinner. I’ll take your stuff out of your backpack and put it away. I’ll also hang your jacket up for you.” 

“Thanks Xay Xay”

You shortly crawl up the stairs on all fours and make your way to the top step, when you see Rafayel stepping out of the bathroom. 

He gives you the biggest smile. “Welcome home cutie. I just drew a bath for you. The water is extra hot, just how you like it. I don’t know how you do it, I’d be a cooked fishy if I went in there.”

“Rafy!” In an instant, your exhaustion dissipates as you run to hug Rafayel. You missed him, as well as the others. Your family has always been the most important people in your life. “I missed you fishy”

“Haha, I missed you too” Rafayel lifts you up in his embrace and twirls you around ever so slowly. He doesn’t want to make you dizzy. “Xav  messaged us an hour ago and said you two were on your way home. You were passed out in the car apparently, you must be a tuckered little bodyguard”. He lets you down gently and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears.

“Mhmm, but our Lumiere did most of the heavy lifting. Our intel suggests that there were only supposed to be a few low tier wanderers so we brought a junior to the mission for training. However, things got a bit complicated when S-tier wanderers appeared  and he had to ensure the junior’s safety. Luckily no one got seriously injured”. 

You start rubbing your eyes now as you feel yourself getting tired again after Rafayel lets you go.

“Alright little Angel fish, I’m glad you are both home safe and sound. Go enjoy your bath while it’s still piping hot. Sylus is cooking your favorite dishes, so don’t be too long” 

“Thanks Rafy, I love you!”. As Rafayel walks down the stairs, he doesn’t turn around but makes a little heart symbol with his thumb and index finger.

When you walked into the bathroom, the mirror was already slightly fogged and the air was thick with steam. 

The bath is the perfect temperature as soon as you climb in. You can smell the gentle scent of lavender and eucalyptus, your favorite. Rafayel must’ve added a few drops of essential oil in the bath. You smiled, the kind of small, worn smile that only appears when someone understood you before you said anything. 

As you climb into the bath, the soreness in your body slowly fades away. Muscles you didn’t even know were tight slowly melted. The quiet splash of water echoed softly, and your body finally allowed itself to rest after a strenuous three days.

You slowly sink lower into the bathtub when you feel a little sting on your ankle. You lift your foot up and notice a cut. You don’t think much of it as you close your eyes to let yourself decompress.

You almost fell asleep in the bathtub, until your tummy reminded you that it’s empty and it would like some sustenance. You slowly step out of the bathtub and notice one of your favorite sets of PJs are neatly folded on the counter. They’re light purple with red and pink seashells on them. You roll your eyes gently. Of course Rafayel would choose these for you.

After drying off and getting changed, you place your dirty laundry in the hamper and step out of the bathroom. You see Caleb’s study room door slightly ajar and a faint light radiating inside. You peek inside and notice he’s reading some documents on his computer. He must still be busy with work even late into the evening. 

Caleb doesn’t come home very often. He works in the Farspace Fleet and is in Skyhaven most of the time, but he had a week off and decided to come to Linkon for a visit, specifically to visit his little apple. A soft sigh escapes you. Why must there be a mission while Caleb is here. You wished you could’ve spent more time with him.

Caleb heard your little sigh and looked up. His furrowed brow instantly relaxes and his face lights up as he notices you peeking in.

“I see you standing there, are you just going to pretend you were passing by?”

He turns off his computer and starts walking towards you and you find yourself tearing up a little bit. You really missed him. You see Rafayel, Xavier and Zayne almost every day, but Caleb and Sylus don’t always come home. Everyone’s so busy after all. You know Caleb’s missions can be dangerous. From time to time, he’ll send you little letters and notes telling you to eat well, to take care of yourself and to tell you how precious you are to him. But you don’t particularly like these notes, because you know he writes them for you before every dangerous mission in the deepspace tunnel. 

You give him the most gentle hug, snuggle your face into his shirt. Your voice muffled as you tell him how much you missed him.

“I missed you too Pipsqueak, a little more than you realize” He gently pats the back of your head and notices it’s still dripping wet. “I see that you didn’t dry your hair properly again, I’ll go grab your towel, go downstairs and relax on the couch, I’ll come down to dry your hair for you”

You love it when Caleb dries your hair. He’s patient, gentle and it feels so nice. Even though you know he must be tired from working, you decide to be a little selfish and accept his offer.

Walking down the stairs you can smell the delicious food being prepared in the kitchen. As you make your way to the living room, you hear Sylus humming a little tune in his deep baritone voice. It’s… a little offkey, but you like it nonetheless. You hum along as you walk through the kitchen. 

Sylus sees you approaching and a little smirk appears on his face. “There you are lil’ miss”

You can’t help but blink at the spread along the counter - all your favorite dishes. It smells so good that your mouth starts salivating. 

“Lil S, you cooked all this? You’ve really outdone yourself” you lift yourself up on your tippy toes and headbutts his shoulder. You don’t know why you did it, but you just did. Sylus doesn’t object. Call it cuteness aggression if you will.

“Zayne wouldn’t leave me alone about making sure you eat today. He was worried that you would be too tired to eat, so I had to pull out all the stops” Sylus replied, plating everything neatly. “Here, drink this first”

Sylus hands you a warm bowl of soup. You take a sip and your eyes instantly narrow, you have the biggest grin on your face. It’s delicious and the nausea from hunger dissipates instantly.

You slowly make your way to the living room, careful to not spill the soup. Caleb’s already there with a towel, hair brush and hair dryer in hand. “Come sit, you can have your soup while I dry your hair Pips”

When your hair is dry and dinner is ready, the five of you start to have dinner in the living room while watching a new movie about a zombie Korean boy band. Zayne was just wrapping up an emergency cardiopulmonary bypass for one of his patients. You wonder if he’ll be home soon, the food will get cold. You can't help but feel a little sad that he isn't home yet. You missed him.

But as soon as the thought crosses your mind, you hear the click of the front door and Zayne steps in. You dart up immediately but by doing so, hit your knee on the table. “Ouch! Stupid table.” You slowly limp your way over to Zayne and give him a big hug.

“How dare you hurt her, you dumb table” Caleb suddenly says.

“Are you really going to make an enemy with Onichynus’s leader?” Sylus says, as he aggressively pokes the table.

“The ocean holds grudges and my sharks are hungry” Rafayel retorts.

“No matter how comfortable you are to nap on, I won’t forgive you for hurting her” Xavier says.

Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose. His brothers are all so stupid, he thinks to himself. But his thought quickly goes away when you tug on his arm and pull him into the living room where the others are. “Come on! Dinner’s getting cold, it’s time to eat. I missed you Zayney” A warm smile appears on Zayne’s face. He missed not seeing you at home for the past several days. Your smile always brightens them all up. No matter how annoying his brothers can be, Zayne is grateful that his family was all together. This home is complete.

As you two make your way to the living room, Zayne notices that you’re favoring one of your legs. “Did you injure your foot?”

The other 4 immediately look at you with serious faces. Uh oh.

“I think it’s just a little cut, have dinner first, and then you can check it out”

You should’ve known and hid it better. Zayne and the other four immediately got to work. They sat you down on the couch, Rafayel went to get the first aid kit, Sylus places a cushion behind your back, Caleb and Xavier’s eyes darkened and they secretly plot revenge on all the wanderers. How dare they hurt their little sister! 

Zayne calmly and gently lifts your foot and examines the cut. It really isn’t that serious, but to prevent infection, Zayne carefully disinfects the wound and wraps it with a bandage with little snowmen on it. Good as new.

“Alright. Alright. I’m really okay! Let’s all have dinner together now. The food is getting cold.” You smiled and said. 

Your five brothers relax and ease up a bit, but eventually you all return to your dinner. The food is delicious. They each take turns putting food on your plate. But you’re not complaining. You were so hungry that you could devour all the food on the table. In silence, you all watch what would become one of your favorite movies. 

After dinner, Zayne stepped out for a few minutes and returned with a bag. “Here, ice cream mochi. Green tea and mango, your favorites”. Zayne is the best, you think to yourself.

You and everyone else claimed spots across the couch and floor, throwing pillows everywhere and pulling out blankets like it was a sleepover. You’re nestled between Caleb and Sylus, your feet tucked under Zayne’s blanket. Sylus sits on the armchair, the one no one dares to sit on when he’s home. That’s his chair, he’s very particular about it. Xavier is passed out on the carpet. He’ll be asleep for a few days, maybe more. You giggle to yourself. You all quietly enjoy each other’s company as you watch TV..

“Okay” Rafayel says, grabbing the remote. “First one to complain about the show gets banned from dessert”

“I’m the one who bought dessert” Zayne says, raising his eyebrow

“Puh-lease, I’m the one holding the remote” Rafayel counters smugly.

You laughed. You missed these silly banters. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the sounds of the show, the warmth of your brothers and the hum of comfort settle deep into your chest. You’re fully relaxed and safe at home. 

In your home, with five big brothers who spoil you in their own quiet, careful ways, you let the drowsiness consume you, realizing you didn’t have to be strong and brave in the house. You didn’t have to smile when you didn’t want to. You didn’t have to ask to feel protected and loved.

They just knew.

And tonight, they reminded you in all their own ways, just how important you are to them.

As you drift off to sleep, and as the others join along, you know that you and your big brothers will all have the sweetest dreams.

[leopardmuffinxo]

the thrill of the chase

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: noncon, gangbang, bondage, elf-reader, orc slavemaster, goblins, ogres, trolls, captive reader, mud, piss, anal, breastmilk, cumflation, mindbreak, Stockholm syndrome, other nasty shit

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about slavemaster orc…

Big brawny brutal fucker, moss-green and thick-skinned like a toad with tusks curling up his lip.

He keeps quite a few different species on his farm. Nymphs, fauns, fairies, pixies, you name it. If it’s pretty and fuckable, he’s got it. 

But the very best and rarest of all are, of course, elves. 

The rest are dumb, easily subdued creatures—they get caught in traps running about the forest, and immediately cower and submit to their bigger hunters. There ain’t much sport in either capturing or training them.

Elves however. Those are the real prize. Godlike beauties that never seem to age, never spoiling, staying nice and tight and supple for however long you keep them. 

You’ve got to be clever to bag an elf. They might look as harmless as the rest, but that delicate physique is all a trick; elves are sharp by nature and can kill you if you're not careful when hunting them.

They’re not all that strong, though, and so if you manage to get them while they sleep, they’re as easy prey as any.

His gang of bandits nabbed you and your troop when you’d made camp for the night. Your guards had been drinking wine and weren’t all that alert come dark. They were knocked out cold at their post before he even had to take things into his own hands. 

That’s the fault in elves, really—haughty, arrogant things who forget to be wary, thinking they’re untouchable when really, they’re still just prey with a bit more brains.

He could tell you were an important bitch by the way you had your own tent, grandiouse as if hitched for royalty. He entered and had to scoff at all the furniture—rugs, mirrors, scented candles, and other bullshit—he can’t believe you elves bring all this with you every time you travel, as if spending a single hour in the mud is beneath you. Oh, but you’re going to get plenty familiar with the mud from now on as his new farm animal…

In any case, it’s not really the hunting and capturing that is fun. No, it’s the training.

You see, elves don’t submit that easily. Not even when subjected to endless hours of ruthless fucking. They don’t break. Must be something about being hundreds of years old. They’ve lived through so much that not much else can compare. But nothing’s built to last. And elves, no matter the nobility, no matter the age, all break in the end.

He starts you off with Goblins, watching as they rip into your silk dress, slapping your perfect skin until it welts, licking and fingering your tight cunt until it puffs up. They’re relentless little fuckers with dicks the size of your forearm despite only bing tall enough to reach your hips. They pry open your holes and teach them how to take a pounding, breaking them in for the bigger guys. 

Hogtied, your cheek mushed in the dirt, ass in the air, wrists bound to your ankles as the filthy creatures stuff your cunt, pounding shameful slick out of you. Using your shins as a stepping-stool, standing at the perfect height—two fingers in your ass turning to three, then another three from another hand, all fiddling with the hole and snickering while at it.

For more humiliation, a hook is fixed to each of your nostrils, pulled back around your head, turning your nose up like a piglet—making you squeal like one as they proceed to fully neglect your cunt in favor of double-stuffing your pretty ass. Cheering when you take a third cock while one of them shoves his hand inside your drooling pussy, fisting it good until your thighs shake and you end up squirting.

They switch in the dozens, keeping it up for several hours, cueing up behind you, taking turns, before one of them sits himself down on your back, using your hair to pull your head back, fixing a ring-gag between your teeth, keeping your mouth open as they all fuck your skull and finish down your throat.

They leave you sweaty and cum-drenched in the mud.

He watches you for a moment, enjoying the sight of you lying there panting, so exhausted you’re actually falling asleep in the awful position, only for him to blow his fingers, calling up the next round.

A troll and two ogres step forth then. They wake you up by washing you down with piss. All three standing in a ring around you, pouring out their big bladders, revealing your pretty skin again, so glowy and pretty in the golden hue, despite the way you grimace and whine, feeling the sour taste invade your mouth—unsure if it’s worse than what the goblins spewed down your throat just earlier.

Unlike them, they untie you. With hands big enough to reach fully around your neck, it doesn’t matter how much you struggle. They might be dumb creatures, but they know what they want and help each other get it. Holding your legs apart as one of the ogres works his bulbous tip against your wet slit—pushing and prodding, failing to penetrate until it eventually succeeds in sinking inside. 

You wail, but the ogre pays it no mind, bullying himself all the way into your cervix, only half of him fitting. He groans and shakes his head at the resistance, trying to force himself more inside. Annoyed at your body for not complying, he keeps himself there, nudging into your womb, thinking that if he just continued trying, your body would suddenly give in and accept the way he was trying to push himself up through your throat.

The other ogre lifts your thighs up, holding you sideways between them both while lining his own monstrous cock up with your ravaged ass—pushing inside with more ease than your pussy. He doesn’t seem to care that half of him isn’t getting squeezed, starting to shove himself in and out unlike the other—fucking you slower than the goblins did, but with a thickness that makes it feel like your stomach might drop and fall out.

The troll stands on top of the crate they’d kept you in, squeezing your soft tits, gathering them around his length while fucking his tip against your pretty face—softly poking into the plump your turned cheek. Hooking his thumb into the corner of your mouth, he guides you to look up and spits a heavy blob inside it. Twisting your nipple with a smile, pinching the fat of them while jerking himself against your face. 

The ogres both finish inside your holes, whilst the troll sprays his worth over your tits—with much of it going inside your mouth just like the goblins.

But even after all that, when they drop you like discarded trash, letting your limp body fall and splash in the mud, you still fight your way up onto your feet. 

Mildly impressed with your strength of will, he watches you try to make a run for it. 

But he wouldn’t be a good slavemaster if he didn’t know how to wrangle strays back. Using a lasso, he throws and spins it around your throat like a noose and pulls you right back down into the mud, where you now belong. 

Walking over, he places his foot down on your panting chest and smiles, having to hand it to you—he can tell you’re going to be a tough one to crack. 

And it’s true. Even with his seal seared into your asscheek and a collar around your throat, you won’t obey unless he has all your limbs secured in rope. And even then, he has to all but strangle the life out of you with a leash to stop you from thrashing. No matter how many goblin orgies and orcs and trolls and ogres he puts you through, you don’t break.

Which is why he decided to handle taming you personally.

He puts you on a diet of cum and mead, keeping you sluggish—unable to stand without wobbling, unable to speak without slurring. And every time something he doesn't want to hear comes out of your mouth, he gives your cunt a firm slap—while every time something good comes out, he encourages it with rubbing that pretty clit of yours until you’re rewarded with a full-bodied orgasm. 

It almost brings warmth to his cold heart, seeing you writhe around in pleasure—tongue out, whining and whimpering as he rubs through your pussylips with the grit of his thick finger. You’re beginning to look just like a pet—happy to be put in your rightful place, wagging your tail for your owner.

When he doesn’t have the time to train you at the farm, he brings you out with him. Wearing you around like a piece of jewelry—wrists strung up around his neck, hung there with your back to his chest, cock switching between your holes, but mostly in your cunt—for boding reasons. Molding your womb to his size, making your body adopt it like a baby. He was able to sink all the way inside balls deep after a few weeks. Roost inside you, keeping his cock warm and wet with your heat.

It’s true what they say, the tougher they are, the harder they break. But look at you now. My oh my, how broken you are.

You’re his finest work yet. Beautiful elven royalty on your hands and knees desperate for orc cock in your every orifice, always begging to be bred.

Of course, you can’t carry his offspring, but that doesn’t mean his cum has all gone to waste. With so much of it getting dumped and pumped up your system, your silly elven body has started thinking it’s pregnant even when it isn’t.

You’re even softer and more gorgeous because of it—round around the edges, breasts all swollen up with sweet milk, with your pregnancy brain keeping you horny for him every waking hour of every day. In his lap willingly, wanting your soft titties groped and sucked on—silken hands holding onto his tusks, pulling him close to your bosom, wanting his studded tongue to play with your nipple, suckle on them until they're sore.

You throw your head back with a blissful sigh, moving your pretty ass up and down his fat length, sitting down on it fully, cockhead in your guts, then lifting yourself all the way up to his fat tip, moaning as you sink down on it again.

You take your time—that’s how he can tell you’re enjoying yourself. And what a sight it is. Watching your eyes role back, body seizing up, cunt throttling around nothing before gushing—cumming from getting your udders milked and your prissy elven ass fucked.

He wished the old you could see you now—how mindlessly you pop off his lap, and settle down between his thighs, lapping at the deep slit shaping his cockhead, eating out his pre with a bite of pleasure to your bottom lip, shivering at the taste he’s taught you to love.

You suck on the tip, hollow cheeks and crossed bedroom eyes—looking like a calf sucking it’s mother’s teat for milk—before fully opening your mouth. Waiting for him with your pink tongue all rolled out and seeking, knowing you’re going to get your face drenched and wanting to catch and swallow as much of it as you can.

You keep rubbing yourself where you kneel. Both hands between your thighs, stuffing your cavity with all your fingers, using your thumbs to tickle your clit. Everything’s wet, and your head is swimming with the same sticky mess, wanting his cum like it’s the sole ingredient to your happiness.

Poor brainwashed pet—he’ll give you what you want, don’t worry.

He rests the swollen tip on the warm bed of your tongue, bathing it in your drool, the way it drips down your pretty chest full of his love bites. Balancing it on your tastebuds, you close your lips around it for a kiss, giddily shimmying on your knees, eager to be fed. 

He strokes himself slowly, wanting to savor the sight of you, feeling it in his balls—how it’s going to be a big one. You’re going to have to swallow several times to get it all, gulp it down like the cum-hungry cock-slave he’s turned you into.

The way you do exactly that so naturally convinces him that this was always your true nature. You even shiver and cum on your fingers as you drink him up. Sucking the rest out of his tip until you’re certain there’s no more left for you to lick.

His heavy hand pets your head, and you nuzzle into the touch, leaning forward until you’re burying your face in his empty balls, kissing them with a pretty little “Thank you, master,” slipping out with a moan. 

And still, you got your fingers in your cunt, continuing to make yourself cum.

Poor cock-addicted elf… don’t worry, he’ll let you ride his face, lap up all your sweetness, until his cock perks up again, then he’ll give your womb the pounding it so desperately needs.

♡ BNHA – Enji, AFO ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Toji, Kenjaku ♡ HxH – Uvogin

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[chaoticwriting]

Old Friend 2

Part 1

In the car

Vlad: So, young Daniel. I'm not really trying to pry but may I know how you know young Cassandra?

Danny: *Grunts* We met a long time ago. Way before I became Phantom. I was kidnapped when I was young by a group of cultists.

Vlad: What!? I never knew any of this.

Danny: Of course you don't. My family never dares to bring up the topic since they are afraid it will trigger my trauma or something.

Vlad:.......

Danny: And for the longest time, they are not wrong. Imagine, you are 5 years old, waiting for your parents who go out to hunt some ghosts when suddenly a group of men in fully black clothing cover your face with black clothing and knock you up. Next thing you know, you are standing in the middle of a group of children. Scared just as much as you while being surrounded by a group of assassins.

Danny releases a sigh as he remembers his past.

Danny: It is not easy to survive. They train you like you are a robot. If you don't complete your task, they will either punish you or ignore any of your needs. Sometimes both. For them, kids who fail to complete tasks are as worthless as a grain of sand.

Danny: I stayed there for a full 4 years. Training, fighting and killing. I do whatever it takes to survive. Just to see mom, dad and Jazz again. It was there I met her. She's just like me although her circumstances are different.

Danny: A kid who is raised unwillingly as an assassin. We used to escape our observes eyes and meet up in a forest. For the longest time, it was like that. Sometimes we talk about escaping. But most of the time we just talk, or show each other things that we found interesting while we were out on a mission.

Heavy silence falls in the car as Danny stops talking.

Danny: However, things changed one night. I waited and waited in the forest. But she never came. When I returned back to the base, I heard a commotion. "The Perfect Weapon has escaped". I don't know what to feel then. It felt like I was betrayed and yet I felt relieved and happy to know that she was no longer there.

As Danny stops speaking, they arrive at the hotel Vlad booked. Vlad is not good at comforting people but he knows from Jazz that sometimes giving people time alone is a good way to comfort them.

They eat dinner from the room service and decide to go to bed early tonight. As Danny lays on his bed, visions of the past return to him. The bitter and the sweet. Looking at the clock that is past midnight, Danny gets out of bed and takes out a long coat. If he can't sleep, might as well get rid of this excess energy.

---Wayne Manor---

Bruce silently nods as he hears his daughter's story. Honestly, it frustrates him that such a thing could happen and yet he cannot do anything about it. Sometimes, he wonders if he should really just kill all his rogues.

No. He shouldn't think like that. Returning his focus to his daughter, Bruce calmly rubs her head.

Bruce: It's fine. I'm sure you could talk it out with him. From what I see, he is not fully hostile to you. I'm sure he would understand if you explain it to him.

Cass: Hmmm.

Bruce: Do you still want to go on patrol tonight? I think Tim is free to fill in your spot if you don't feel like it.

Cass: No. I'm okay and will be. Just need to process my thoughts.

Bruce: Alright sweetheart.

Suddenly, his phone starts ringing.

Oracle: Hey, Bruce.

Bruce: Yeah?

Oracle: You might want to check in soon. There have been reported shootings at a factory near Scarecrow's territory.

Bruce: Alright. Inform the others to get ready.

As the call is cut off, Cass quickly goes down to the Batcave. She will think about how to contact Danny later. First, there is a shooting to quell.

Part 3

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THE LAST UNICORN and THE WAY HOME are a matched pair of wonderful fairy stories. THE WAY HOME has two novellettes in it, and the first - 'Two Hearts' - won the Hugo award. It will also destroy you.

A FINE AND PRIVATE PLACE was Peter's first ever novel, and it's wistful and romantic and so beautiful.

THE INNKEEPER'S SONG is his epic fantasy quest, it's an adventure story that reads almost lyrically. Also there's an orgy in the middle which caught me by surprise when I was reading it for the first time on the train into work.

HIGH VAULTAGE by Chris and Jen Sugden

It's possible that someone on this website doesn't know I was involved with this book but don't worry, I will HUNT THEM DOWN AND TELL THEM. This is the first book I took all the way through the editorial process from end to end and I am SO PROUD of it and Chris and Jen and their wonderful world of @victoriocity. Officially one of the seven funniest books published in the UK this year, shortlisted for the Wodehouse Prize for Comic Fiction. It's a chaotic, bonkers murder mystery set in an alternate Victorian London which is the most gleeful dystopia I have ever encountered.

Featuring:

Grumpy Sunshine besties

The Victorian Equivalent of the Chuck Norris Meme

A robot who undertook a course in People Management

An indefatigable beagle

This is another book that you can get from Gollancz all over the world, and you SHOULD because it's amazing. Go into your local bookshop and ask them to order it into stock. It's a great Christmas present. It's my firstborn book baby (like that's a completely normal thing to say when I didn't even write it). Also if you're a fan of the podcast, why not tell the Guardian how great it is, and make a nuisance of yourself until they review. (I would, but the form asks for your name and then they'd know I didn't suddenly discover Victoriocity this year. Either that or think I was a very careless editor.) If you've not listened to the podcast yet, you absolutely should. It pings all my Douglas Adams receptors in the best way. If you like HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE, if you like CABIN PRESSURE, VICTORIOCITY is the perfect addition.

HAMMAJANG LUCK by Makana Yamamoto

SLIGHTLY cheating because HAMMAJANG LUCK isn't out in North America until January (pre-orders make great Christmas presents guys), but it IS out in the UK and the rest of the world next week! This is my second big editorial project and it's a Big Gay Space Heist ft. disaster lesbians, trans characters, and a tech billionaire getting put in his place. It's joyous and energetic and crammed full of Hawaiian pidgin as a love letter to the diaspora. @makana-yama is a phenomenal writer and this is their love letter to their communities, families both born and found, while also a statement on the victims of gentrification (and how those are disproportionally BIPOC communities). PLUS:

friends to enemies to cautious allies to lovers

trans cyborgs

Suck It Space Elon

You know that One Scene in Charlie's Angels where Cameron Diaz is in the white body suit and breaking into the safe and has to stretch out to hit two buttons at once? Yeah. That's the vibe.

Being able to work with Makana is a delight, and HAMMAJANG tapped into all the feelings I got watching LEVERAGE for the first time, so I went to watch it again while I was editing. Also OCEAN'S 8.

DEEP BLACK by Miles Cameron

So, barring Branderson, Miles Cameron may be one of our most prolific authors. He writes a minimum two books a year, one SFF and one historical fiction (as Christian Cameron) and he is... An absolute phenomenon. He IS the Chuck Norris meme. I'm obsessed with him. He's former US military intelligence turned naturalised Canadian Hippy, has written over fifty novels, can turn his hand to any genre and write it fantastically, is a practical archaeologist - running large scale re-enactments from a variety of periods ranging from Bronze Age right the way up to the Victorian era, using traditional techniques to allow academics to study how the practicalities of weapons, clothes, food etc. would have worked in practice. Two years ago he won a medieval combat tournament in Verona, a clear ten years older at least than the next oldest competitor, he teaches Historical European Martial Arts, but ties it into the history of martial arts globally. He can make his own clothes, ink, leatherwork. He's a ballet dancer. I once took him for a day out and he ended it in a different shirt and shoes from the ones he'd started in. I asked him for an author photo and he sent me this:

DEEP BLACK is the sequel to his critically acclaimed SF debut ARTIFACT SPACE, where he has taken his research and experience of global historical cultures and extrapolated to create an interplanetary future where the best of all are celebrated. And then Aliens Happen. And then, in reaction, Capitalism Happens (which is covered in the short story collection BEYOND THE FRINGE).

He's such a thoughtful and erudite speaker, if you're curious about his work, I'd recommend listening to his episodes on the Friends Talking Fantasy podcast, and also his appearance on The Publishing Rodeo.

If SF isn't your bag, he's also got:

Arthurian fantasy

Bronze Age fantasy

Medieval Mages fantasy

A CURSE OF CROWS - Lauren Dedroog

I actually inherited Lauren when a colleague of mine departed for fresh pastures, which gave me the great opportunity to work on this series which is so vastly different from my usual fare. It's epic, sweeping, romantic and lush, with such detailed description and complex political machinations, while also being brutal, dark and heavy (tw: for sexual assault, torture etc, etc.). If you like Sarah J Maas and Cassandra Clare, this should hit the sweet spot. Lauren is an ICU nurse when not writing, and this was somehow created when she was putting in a million hours in hospitals during COVID. The feat boggles my mind.

A CURSE OF CROWS is out now in the UK, Australia and Europe, and it won the People's Choice for Standaard Boek's Book of the Year award in 2023, in her home country of Belgium. It will be hitting shelves in North America next September! A DANCE OF SERPENTS is where I get to pick up the editorial mantle, and that has just landed in my inbox this week so I am excited to dig in.

Featuring:

Harold, they're lesbians

Murder baby is actually a cinnamon roll

Sensitive wings are sexy

For serious, though, I'm lucky enough to work with a lot of authors I'm genuinely obsessed and astounded by. And yes, I do get to work on Joe Abercrombie, Brandon Sanderson and Andrzej Sapkowski, but they're not MY authors - they're led by the incredible Gillian and Marcus who I'm not 100% certain sleep. There are so many people on the Gollancz list who I could recommend for DAYS (and will, if you so request), but this is my stable of superstars.

[jjsloverre]

topia twins

pairing: bf!jj x pouge!reader & john b x sarah

in which… pouge!reader and sarah find out they’re pregnant at the same time

contains… pure fluff, cursing

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you were freaking out. two pregnancy tests. two… both have the two lines on each test. it read pregnant. the first person who came to mind first was sarah. you frantically called her, begging her to come over.

“hey hey! what’s up y/n? why are you so upset? what’s wrong?” sarah asked you. she wiped the tears from your eyes. she sat beside you as you explained to her what happened. “um… i’m… i’m pregnant.” you whispered. sarah’s face lit up with excitement. “wait really? are you serious?” you nod, starting to feel the excitement also.

“well i guess it’s time to reveal that i’m pregnant too huh?” sarah told you in confidence. you couldn’t believe it. “no way! i’m so happy for you!” you exclaimed. so did sarah. “and i’m happy for you! it’s probably scary as hell but it’s ok, we’ll get through this! i assume you haven’t told jj huh?” you shook your head. the truth is: you weren’t sure if you even wanted to tell jj. he’s expressed to you that the last thing he would want is a kid, and boom you’re pregnant. if you’re being honest, it terrified you. overthinking that he would leave you. “hey listen, i know you’re scared but he deserves to know.” sarah explained to you.

“yeah i’ll tell him. but can we talk about how we’re both pregnant at the same time? like how the hell!” you laughed. sarah shook her head wirh a genuine smile. “girl! you know good and well that our men are not trained enough in the ‘pulling out’ department. i mean i can’t even remember the last time john b-” you quickly cut her off. “sarah cameron do not finish that sentence!”

sarah smirked as she closed her mouth. “there goes my best friends beautiful smile!” your smile grows even bigger. “sarah.. what if jj doesn’t want this baby with me? like what if he asks me to get rid of it or.. if he’d leave me?” sarah grabbed your hands, interwinding with hers. “remember what jj told you when you talked him about how bad your parents were?” you nodded, then she continued. “he told you that you’d be a great mother right? and then proceeded to help you understand that he’d try to be a wonderful father even if he didn’t want kids.”

“yeah i remember that..” she nodded. “so you’re gonna grow a pair and tell your boyfriend the good news? or we could tell them together?”

“they would be shook!” sarah giggled. “indeed they would, so we should do it?” your smile grows, and you nodded. “hell yeah!”

♡

a week has went by since you and sarah found out you both were pregnant. jj and john b have been on a treasure hunting trip and just now gotten back. sarah texting you, telling you to come over.

my sarahh ❤️: “HURRY! THEYRE HERE AND WAITING FOR U!!!!”

♡

you drove your way to the chateau, feeling excitement, nervousness, and dread. what if he didn’t want you or the baby? what if convinced you to get rid of it because he’s not ready? you quickly pushed those thoughts aside as you finally pulled in. you walked in the chateau, bracing yourself. your eyes first laid on jj, his whole body lights up with happiness. “hey princess! fuck i missed you so much!” you gets up and hugs you, and kisses you. “you look… different. but so much more beautiful!” your smile grows and you sit him back down. “uh so i have something to tell you.”

sarah nods as well. “yeah john b i have something to tell you too.” the boys look up confused. “uh you’re not collectively breaking up with us right?” jj asked. sarah shook her head. “no dummy, just let us talk!” john b raised his eyebrow, letting us have the floor. “so um…” sarah started. then you finished. “we’re pregnant. like both of us.” the boys looked shocked. utterly shocked. jj tried to speak, but the words died on his tongue. “how the hell is that possible?” john b asked. “it’s possible because obviously both of you are incapable of pulling out?” sarah stated, the clear obvious.

“i’m gonna be a dad? like for real? no wonder why your tits got bigger when you sent me pictures, and wayyy more suckable! fuck i’m so happy… i’m gonna be a fucking dad! whoo!” jj exclaimed he jumped for joy and spun you around. john b did the same, kissing sarah all over her face. “we’re gonna be dads AND uncles! this is amazing we gotta tell everyone about this!” john b mumbled in sarah’s neck.

“told you he’d be happy y/n.” sarah whispered. jj looked up at you with a confused look. “you thought i wouldn’t be happy? baby why on earth would you ever think i wouldn’t be happy you’re carrying my child? i mean unless you cheated or-” sarah cut him off before he could babble about dumb scenarios. “jj!” he stopped talking and nodded. “alright fine. but i’m really happy sweetheart, and i love you, and our baby. and i really want the baby to be a girl.”

“i love you.”

“i love you more! since i know that you’re pregnant, we both have a bedtime! we love you fellow pouges, we need our rest!” with that. you both went up to your room and snuggled together in the bed.

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[write-tama]

"hank.. what am i feeling right now?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ connor anderson (rk800) x officer!reader

sypnosis ; connor is very interested in an officer who just joined the police force. after being told the news that they would be joining the team, connor just had to make an acquaintance with them. anything to hear their voice.

containing ; use of you/yours and they/them pronouns! connor struggling to process emotions. hank being a proud father.

author’s note ; hihi! havent written for connor in SO long so i thought this was a cute little way of them meeting each other.

04.12.24 | 1.9k words

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Everyone knew about the infamous RK800.

The last most developed and intelligent android produced by Cyberlife.

A machine built to hunt its prey and to always accomplish his mission.

But now?

A confused man sitting at his desk, elbows on the surface as he ran the fourth diagnostic this morning.

Connor was never really taught how to feel his emotions, considering that he was forced to compress them from the moment he was made. If he were to feel any sort of emotion, it was either to the scrap factory for him or a hard lecture from Amanda.

But Amanda was gone, and androids were free to express any emotion they pleased.

It’s been weeks since Markus hit the headlines for his famous android revolution. He worked with the government extensively to pass bills in order to settle android rights for the country. Connor, on the other hand, continued to work with the DPD as a full-on detective under the supervision of Liutenant Hank Anderson. Hank was more than just a coworker, but a father figure to Connor. And that brought Connor joy, an emotion Connor was well aquainted of.

But not the feeling he was experiencing now.

Connor couldn’t get his mind off a certain someone who had joined the team a bit before the revolution. You had joined a week prior, and honestly, you were kind of regretting it. As android and human tensions rose, you were on duty 24/7. Originally, you were supposed to start easy with basic patrol around a part of a city, but because you were so impatient in doing the “big kid stuff” you found yourself frequently in the middle of the android and human discourse. Your shifts nearly lasted twelve hours, and you would be absolutely exhausted.

Things are different now. Sure, there were still some situations between the two sides, but it was definitely peace compared to literal boycotts. You sat at your desk idly scrolling through your past cases, making sure that all the information was correct and accurate. On the other side of your desk was a tablet full of notes you had taken after some cases you had to deal with. What you didn’t notice was the android detective constantly glancing at you, watching your every move to see if maybe, at some point, you would notice him.

A loud groan echoing from the desk in front of Connor made him jump, immediately turning his attention to his lieutenant taking a seat in his chair. “Fucking hell..” Hank sighed. “Fowler does nothing but my bust my balls these days, huh?” Connor stared at his partner with his hands folded in his lap and eyebrows furrowed.

“Is everything okay, Lieutenant?” Connor asked, tilting his head.

“It’s nothing too serious. Fowler just wants me to take the rookie on our next homicide case. He insisted that they would be a perfect addition to the team or whatever.” Hank groaned. “Now I’m responsible for two of you fucks.”

Connor, admittedly, felt his thirium pump racing. You? As part of the team? It was almost like he could overheat and shutdown momentarily right now. “I think they would be a great addition to the team.” Connor stated, biting back from smiling. “They have an excellent track record of solving cases in an orderly and timely manner, has caught every perpretrator with their undercover skills, and had a reputation back in their training classes as one of the top students.” He explained. Hank looked over as he was slouched in his seat with arms folded across his chest.

“Jesus, Connor, you sound like some creep searching up their name on Google.” Hank scoffed, half smiling. Though this caught Connor a little off— was he being creepy? He didn’t want to leave a bad impression on you, especially now that you're about to meet for the first time. His face scrunched up in anxiety, feeling as if he made a mistake. Hank immediately took notice and sat up. “Ah— I was just joking, Connor. I’m sure you have uh.. Good intentions.” Hank reassured, though he never said he was exactly good at it.

Hank looked over to you, seeing that you were preoccupied with work despite the fact you haven’t been on a case in a few days now. Hank looked at Connor. “Well.. Why don’t you introduce yourself to them.” Hank suggested, nodding his head over to you.

Connor immediately jolted his head up, a little wide-eyed to even suggest such. “O-Of course.” Connor stuttered out. Connor never stuttered, and though Hank was in a mood after his exchange with Fowler, he certainly didn’t leave that unnoticed.

“Did you just stutter?” Hank asked, a little amused. “Are you.. Nervous?”

“Of course not, Lieutenant,” Connor replied as steadily as possible. “I am an android.”

“Connor.”

“Yes?” Connor replied, mindlessly.

“You’re a deviant, for fucks sake.”

“Oh.”

Connor, to avoid anymore embarassment from the man he deemed his father figure, swiftly got up and started to approach you. Hank watched in pure amusement, not even wanting to stop the boy from probably embarassing himself even further, but at least Hank had some faith in him. He is Detroit’s best god damn detective.

“Hello, Officer (l/n). My name is Connor. It is nice to meet you.” Connor said, putting his hand out for a shake. You looked up from your computer screen only to be met with the most chocolate eyes you’ve ever had the privilege of being in the prescence of. He smiled politely, but behind that smile he thanked Elijah that androids could not sweat, otherwise you would’ve felt the claminess of his palm.

You took his hand and shook it firmly. “A pleasure to make your aquaintance. My name is (y/n).” You smiled generously, and wow, did Connor felt like his pump couldn’t get any faster.. He cleared his throat before darting his eyes to the unoccupied chair that sat next to your desk.

“May I?” Connor asked, gesturing towards the seat.

“Of course, I’m not doing much anyway.” You nodded. Connor took a seat, and for some reason, he struggled to even maintain his balance as he sat himself down. He nearly had to think about how to fold his hands before placing them firmly on his laps and looking at you. Thankfully, you barely realized any sort of struggle as you looked away to take a swig of your morning coffee.

“So..” you said, clasping your hands. “Am I in trouble or anything?” you joked. Connor immediately shot his head up, worried he had made the wrong impression.

“Oh, no— I—” Before Connor could sputter out an explanation, you tilted your head a little and started laughing.

“Relax! I was just kidding!” You playfully waved off. Connor’s shoulders immediately relaxed as a breath he didn’t even know he was holding back escaped his lips. You looked at him curiously, a smile still resting on your face.

“I’m sorry. Usually, I am not like this.” He said, shaking his head a little in embarassment. He was always on his A game and constantly prepared. Why were you the reason for this disruption. “I.. Uh..” He couldn’t think of anymore to say. Suddenly, he got a message through his LED.

NEW MESSAGE:

HANK: tell them u think theyre pretty.

Connor blinked a bit, registering the text message. Hank was at a perfect view watching this unfold. The back of your head was visible but he could see all of Connor’s reactions, who desperately tried to maintain a polite smile.

“I think you’re very pretty, (y/n).” Connor complimented.

“Oh— ah—” A subtle blush began to form on your cheeks as your eyes widen a little, not expecting a compliment from a handsome android such as Connor. “Why thank you, Connor. I wasn’t expecting that as our first conversation.” You chuckled a little. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Thirium was rushing through his circuits and to his cheeks. The faintest color of blue appeared dusted on his face. “Thank you.” He maintained a calm, neutral voice. They stared at each other for a minute, sort of registering the sort of corny first conversation the two of you had.

“Ah.. I almost forgot to mention.” Connor snapped back to reality. “I came here to introduce myself sfter I heard that you were joining our team on our next investigation. It’s good to make an aquaintance with our future team member.” Connor smiled politely.

“Why thank you. I am very excited to work with you and Lieutenant Anderson.” You nodded. “Though I will miss working with Gavin and Chris’ team.”

Ah, that’s right. You used to work with Gavin. It almost left a bad taste in Connor’s mouth knowing that Gavin probably spat some awful opinions about him to you. Though from the looks of it, you were enjoying your conversation with him which eased him.

“I promise we will a provide a welcoming and safe space in our team, and of course, to make sure you don’t come into harms way.” Connor assured. Though he was mainly promising this to you personally. God forbids Connor seeing you get hurt.

“Why thank you, Connor.” You said, tilting your head. Connor was rather intriguing to you— an android acting this way around you. His LED constantly switched between yellow and blue as if he was making sure to process every word you uttered. Yet he was so human— he would scratch the back of his neck, fidget with his fingers, and shuffle a bit in his seat. You would think someone as advanced as him would at least be able to have a composure, but he was different. It was something you admired about him.

“(l/n), in my office!” Captain Fowler called from the balcony of his room. You looked over to Connor before sighing.

“Well, boss is calling me. I’ll talk to you afterwards?” You suggested as you stood from your seat.

“Of course.” Connor replied, shielding his excitement. He stood up from his chair as well. “I’d be happy to talk again, (y/n).”

“Likewise.” You winked. With that, you left your desk and headed straight to Fowler’s office. Connor stood shellshocked. Did you just.. Wink at him?! Connor’s eyes slowly drifted to Hank, who was chuckling heartily. He gave Connor an assuring thumbs up as Connor made his way back to their desks.

“You’d be a shit detective if this is how you acted all the time.” Hank snickered. Connor grinned a little before taking a seat back at his desk.

“I know.” Connor sighed, leaning a little back in his chair. He at you through the glass walls, noticing your upright posture and the way you listened intently to Captain Fowler’s words. He looked over to Hank before thinning his lips.

“Lieutenant?” Connor asked.

“What is it, son?”

“What am I.. Feeling right now?” Connor asked, a little lost on how to explain it. “I can only think about them— only envision them when I close my eyes. I get nervous and its like my programming has reduced to 0s and 1s.” He sighed, hell, even a little frustrated that you had this affect on him.

Hank with a wide smile, shook his head and looked at Connor with a knowing stare. Connor looked up, both lost while desperate for an answer and maybe even a cure. Hank sat up and made sure to look at Connor right in the yes.

“Connor,” Hank sighed, grinning. “Son, that feeling your experiencing is called love. And your plastic ass better get used to it.”

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thank you so much for reading towards the end ! im sorry if its a little messy-- i quickly had to post this before hanging out w some friends but i just wanted to get this out of the way rq! reblogs, replies, and even likes are so so appreciated <3

[inkytoru]

⚠︎ ˒ ៸៸ cw: f!reader, pet play, yandere behavior, mild omorashi

being the bonten trio’s housepet and being presented with a different custom designer collar from each of the three men. ran’s was a deep purple with a diamond encrusted finish, rindou’s was a classic black with 24 karat gold chains encircling the band, and sanzu’s was a cute pastel pink with sterling silver spikes protruding from its sides. all of course, had their initials engraved somewhere within the premium leather, and of course, all three tried their best to convince you theirs was better.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and you’re subjected to their whims on the kind of pet you are for each of them; sanzu prefers it when you’re pliant and scared like a bunny. rindou prefers you mewling like a kitten. and ran prefers you panting like a puppy.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and it’s no surprise it falls to you to be their personal stress reliever, especially when mikey cracked down on their laziness. they use you without so much as a please and thank you; because pets don’t understand manners, do they? (not when you’re trained to service them whenever, wherever.)

being the bonten trio’s housepet and having a designated cage for you in each of their offices; they finally came to a compromise and decide to allocate days of the week to each of them. (on fridays and the weekends, the three of them share you, but not without some competition or an exchanging of insults about whose the better owner.)

being the bonten trio’s housepet and being brought into business meetings to sit quietly and patiently between their feet. all three like to play around with you in different ways— sanzu is the most hands-on of the three and will secretly play with your puffy clit and let his slender digits disappear inside of your aching hole one by one . . . ran has your lips wrapped around his veiny, throbbing cock underneath the table, and rindou shoves a vibrator up your needy cunt while idly pushing buttons on its controller.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and going into a blazing heat that needed their touch—whoever’s, you didn’t particularly care—to satiate it. rindou and ran go feral when you’re like this, using your holes any opportunity they get. sanzu, however, likes to torture you by withholding his hands on you, instead opting to send you a wry smirk every time you looked up at him with those pleading, big eyes. (but he can’t help but not be exempt to the way you present your ass to him, wriggling it in such a cutely desperate manner.)

being the bonten trio’s housepet and never enjoying the outdoors again. you’re too precious to lose, and they didn’t like others leering at their plaything unless it’s when they’re lording you around meetings as a prized possession that put their higher rank in the organization on clear display.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and being leashed for walks around the headquarters’ affluent and pristine floors. (sanzu forces you to hold your pee so you could feel the humiliation later of soiling yourself at another executive’s office.)

being the bonten trio’s housepet and making your first attempt at escape when mikey declares your presence not welcome at a highly-sensitive conference. they grumble, dissatisfied without you there to nullify their boredom, but ultimately acquiesce to their superior’s demands. you wait for the perfect moment before fleeing outside the revolving, pristine doors with the taste of freedom on your tongue. but it’s short-lived when they hunt you down by the tracker chip they had implanted into your neck without your knowledge.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and being punished for your folly. you’re downgraded from the luxurious meals to literal pet food. you’re kept on a tighter leash, and every time you so much as glance towards your old life outside the glass of the doors and windows, you’re given a spanking and a stern chastising.

being the bonten trio’s housepet and promised that another escape attempt will result in a broken or lost limb or worse, and that you belonged to them, forever and always.

© INKYTORU — do not repost, translate, feed AI, or plagiarize any of my content. please refrain from sharing or recommending my work on other platforms outside of tumblr such as tiktok. MINORS DNI.

[justjensenanddean]

Countdown article on the upcoming edition of TV Guide.

With a title like Countdown, Jensen Ackles' incredibly welcome return to series TV had better be packing the explosive twists. "You will get them," promises showrunner Derek Haas. "And by the time we get to the climax, it gets even more literal."

That's saying a lot given that Prime Video's new thriller-a pulse- pounding, guns-blazing homage to '80s hit films such as Lethal Weapon, Die Hard and Tango & Cash about a covert task force racing to save L.A. from catastrophe is surprising from the get-go. Within the first 10 minutes we get a big-name cameo, an OMG! ground-chase sequence that ends tragically for a Homeland Security officer and a wisecracking Ackles in prison garb. It's clear this show is here for a good time, not a grim time.

"The last 20 years of television- not in a bad way-[has embraced] the sort of dark sensibility where if you have a detective, it's like they're so haunted by the job, they drink and all of these things," assesses Haas, who, among other credits, cocreated Chicago Fire and codeveloped Chicago P.D. and Chicago Med. This new series, he says, is the opposite: a classic popcorn entertainment with cheeky heroes, smart dialogue and practical stunts galore. "I just like the fun vibe of those old movies."

Luckily, he had a kindred spirit in Ackles. The actor was quick to sign on as nonchalant LAPD homicide officer Mark Meachum after hearing how Countdown's adrenalized action and smart-ass heroics were embedded in his own DNA by 15 seasons as Supernatural's demon hunting Dean Winchester.

Haas' charter was to "create this character around Ackles, who'd have fit perfectly in the world of Die Hard. He's such a great actor; you can't match his energy, and he's genuinely hilarious." "I certainly knew Derek's pedigree," admits Ackles, adding that the two "hit it off right away" after realizing they'd both grown up in north Texas. "Then I got a clear sense of what he wanted to do. I was like, 'Oh, this is not only in my old wheelhouse, it's the stuff I grew up being attracted to."

"And it's not just Ackles' Meachum saving the day. In the series opener, he's teamed with a colorful cadre handpicked by an old pal, Special Agent Nathan Blythe (Euphoria's Eric Dane). Among them: FBI-ers Evan Shepherd (Violett Beane) and Keyonte Bell (Elliot Knight), DEA pro Amber Oliveras (Jessica Camacho) and narcotics transfer Lucas Finau (Uli Latukefu). The idea for this off-the-books Avengers-like team capable of witty banter and badassery, Haas confesses, was inspired by a technical adviser on Chicago P.D. who had told him that the government often recruits experts from various branches for task forces.

"I thought this whole world was really interesting, the idea that they're all-stars, that you could have these rebel personalities in each department put into a squad led by somebody who is very good at his job," Haas says. So while the team mission is life-or-death, their methods are lightened by gallows humor. And, this being TV, plenty of character development.

"You really get a sense of who these people are," agrees Ackles. "Not just together as the team, but individually. That lets the audience invest in the characters and not just the story."

There was a similar investment off camera. Haas brought in two consultants and the cast went through gun training. Camacho spoke to "many different law-enforcement agents and officers," went on a ride-along and sat in with a task force. "Every day they're facing high stakes and have to be on high alert," she marvels. "It creates this deep embedded sense of camaraderie between them and their partners." Much like the ties that formed during Countdown's long days and many night shoots in L.A., apparently. "There was a disgusting amount of chemistry that was formed very quickly off set that lends itself to on-set chemistry," says Ackles.

"The cast members and Derek watched the first three episodes," recalls Camacho of a key bonding moment. "We were screaming with joy. It was so exciting. We're like, 'Oh my God, Derek, this is a ride!'  Will viewers be just as clocked in to Countdown? "I think they're going to be shocked a few times through the course of 13 episodes," teases Haas. "They're not going to be happy with me several times." But mostly, they'll be getting hours of pleasure.

Countdown premieres Wednesday June 25 on Prime Video.

credits for the scan: cloexbrosluvr

[dantenyhpmir]

Boots

Pairing; Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Plot; You staying at Ghosts place and see his uniform for the first time

Warnings; CNC, humiliation, Oral M Receiving

Word Count; 2,574

Dante Nyhpmir Master List

So much music you'd never heard of. It was odd dating someone of a completely different generation than you. Why he felt compelled to collect records in the first place was a little beyond you but it made him happy. He had showed you how to start the gramophone before, you'd do your best to remember after,

“Finally” you thought, recognizing an album you actually know. One that would fit the mood you're looking for. You don't grab the actual center, he showed you how to hold it to not damage the vinyl as you bend over. Making sure the needle made contact all while not realizing he had come back into the room. His eyes fixated on you while you put the other record back. Sitting on the floor.

A scream lets out of you when you turn around to see him. You can't help it. It catches you so off guard.

“Holy fuck” you let out as you catch your breath, “you weren't kidding about your uniform….”

It was daunting. Full tactical gear, all black, combat boots, gloves. Everything looked so heavy.

And the mask.

It highlighted his eyes. Eye contact felt more intense. More extreme. The same feeling you get when you know someone's watching you, the instinct to look back. The evolutionary impulse to find what's hunting you.

Were you being hunted?

He stayed there for a minute. No words.

You forgot how big he was. In those moments realizing how quiet he could be.

What the people who had the misfortune to run into him felt, the last thing they saw before they died.

His eyes.

Burning holes into yours.

You felt stuck in place until he finally took his first step.

Simon never ran during any scenes. He didn't move quickly until you were actually fucking. Every moment of build up was slow. Discerning.

Each step he took you felt in your gut as he got closer.

And closer.

You have to at least to try to meet him but as you get up he cuts you off

“Stay”

You sit back down, slowly.

There is no asking.

You recognize a command when you hear one. This is not Simon in front of you. This is not the man that picks you up and takes you for dinner. This is not who brings you flowers and asks you about your day. This is not the gentleman that holds your hand under tables and grabs your thigh in the car. This is not the man you catch staring at you like he's the luckiest person in the world to have you. It's not the man who listens intentionally and shows you how much he respects your opinion. This was not a man of egalitarianism.

Ghost was different.

“Good girl” he says as he takes a seat on the couch across from you. Staring at you.

“Wow” you let out “I didn't expect it to be so….”

He stares, not helping you find words

“Formidable” you finally finished.

“You asked what my uniform looks like”

“I did” you swallow

Beat.

“Do you–”

“Take it off,” he interrupts.

You hold onto your shirt, your eyes asking the question.

“All of it,” he answers.

Sitting up on your knees you remove your trousers, and gliding back down you pull the shirt over your head. His eyes never leave you. Trained on you.

As if they hadn't been undressing you all night.

With your shirt tossed aside your eyes meet but he's not satisfied.

“All.

Of.

It.”

He commands.

“I'll sit back down” You say as you stand up at a leisurely pace, bending over sliding your panties down your legs as they highlight every inch. Making eye contact with him again once they reach your ankles and tossing them aside with a flick of your foot. Without hurry, making your way back to the floor.

It was beautiful watching his chest lift under the tactical gear.

He leans forward, elbows over his knees holding his hands

“Come here”

Beat.

Your body forgets to work sometimes before it snaps back to what's happening. To just respond.

To just let go.

Taking your time to crawl over to him,

“Eyes up” he says with each step you take before you find yourself between his legs.

His hands hold your face. The tension in his fingers is palpable, you feel him holding himself back already. Managing to gently move hair out of the way of your face as his thumb runs itself over your cheek.

Why does this scare you?

Why does this feel like a threat?

Why are you so far gone by now?

Your hair needs to be out of the way for the collar he takes out of one of the many pockets.

“Sit down and straighten your back”

You listen, you're already locked in but the collar proves that point.

He's not the gentleman you know.

You're not the progressive feminist for a night. You're not the woman who fights back at the second site of disrespect. You're not the person who has to navigate each individual situation and how it will affect the outcome of your day to day. You don't have to think of anyone else.

You don't have to think at all.

You're just a body.

His body to play with.

A pet.

It feels so good tightly wrapped around your neck. Both hands holding onto your face as he kisses you, there's a way he kisses you that always takes over. Like his whole body does it, the hold you feel when his lips finally let go but linger next to yours as you hear his breath.

Hearing him breathe always helped you let go. You're just bodies. Exploring each other, matching his breath before his hands tighten up and toss it aside.

He sits back.

“Show me how you play with it”

His arms spread across the couch as you sit between his legs, directly looking at him. Remembering eye contact until your instructions are presented.

“Sir?”

“Show. Me. How you play with it” he adjusts before you clue in. Seeing the bulge you think could rip through his fatigues.

Your lips press against themselves, excited to play with him.

To please him as your hands undo his belt, zipper and adjust to finally let his cock breathe.

Before you drown it in the back of your throat.

Your hand pulls down your face as you lick your palm before your tongue pulls itself up over his cock. No friction to be had as your mouth moves up and down. Feeling him get harder and harder with every slow thrust of your lips and grip of your palm. It was the best feeling, his body couldn't lie, how happy you'd make him with each twist of your hand finding rhythm as your head would escape to the tip. Your tongue wrapping around and centering that sensitive head. Even making your lips wet and kissing it softly before plunging back down.

Your favourite challenge.

To take all of him.

“Eyes up” he says again

Your lids flick up, doe eyes matching his cold ones. You can't smile but your eyes can as your melancholic energy breathes new life into him. Tightening your grip and then releasing, your hand working in unison with your mouth and tongue. Each one taking care of him from the base to the very top.

His body didn't lie, you didn't know how to explain it but you knew exactly what his body needed. So in tune with how to please him, harder and harder, until

“Do better”

You halt mid lick, looking up at him confused before finishing the lap.

Your eyes don't smile. Just concern.

Maybe you forgot to make eye contact. You would get lost in pleasing him at times. That's probably what he meant.

Fixing your mistake as you look up at him, tip of your tongue caressing around the bottom of the head and kissing before going back down with your mouth and hand. This time, eyes locked on.

But his head never falls back, pupils never roll into his skull. Just looking at you.

How can someone look at another in a condescending way? How do his eyes say that?

His hand finds a way around the back of your head and lifts it up off his cock before you once again hear.

“Do. Better”

As he lowers you back down by your hair, eyes trained on him.

You know he's excited. You feel it in your hands. You know how to play with him. You know how to please him.

He's playing with you.

Give him more.

Your body lights up, there's a difference between autopilotting a part of your body and giving over your body. You hold your weight, as you take him with your entirety. All of your energy in your body is being thrown together.

He would kiss you with his whole body.

You would do the same.

But still, if not worse this time,

“I told you to do better”

His boot finds a way to your shoulder, your scared eyes lock into those cold ones before he kicks you back onto the floor. Off your balance.

It takes you a minute to compose yourself before he calls you back over. His boot extended and his condescending lean on his knees again.

“Lick it”

His eyes point to you, his boot and then back to you.

Beat.

“Sir?”

“You can follow instructions, can't you?”

You nodd.

It's hard to get words out.

Find your knees, find your ground.

Even you leaning over isn't good enough as he interrupts

“Slower”

Before your mouth is inches away

“Eyes up”

Your eyes meet his as your tongue falls out of your mouth and head tilts, dragging your tongue behind on the foot of his boot.

Back and forth.

Over and over again.

His eyes smile.

“Good girl”

Your tongue makes its way around your mouth, almost reminding itself what it feels like. The texture isn't normal to you before hearing

“Did I say you could stop?”

You continue.

Back and forth.

Over and over.

Your head drags your tongue, looking at him. Relishing it.

“Ass up”

You do what you're told. You're well trained.

Mindless.

“So you can follow instructions”

As he pulls away. Your head falls forward as if he pulled out a chair from underneath you before his hand reaches down.

His finger finds the piece of the collar to pull you back up, tightly. Holding you in place as he moved the mask up to expose his lips.

“Open your mouth”

God he had a beautiful jawline.

His other hand gives your face a light slap.

“Just when you were doing so well.”

God it felt good.

“Let's try this again. Open. Your. Mouth”

Your eyes meet his as your chin falls.

“Let's see your tongue.”

Gravity pulls the tongue out of your mouth without hesitation.

“Good girl” he says as he spits directly in your mouth, his index finger under your chin to close it.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you” you manage to get out

“Thank you, what?”

“Thank you Sir”

His hand slides to grab your face, pressing your cheeks together before letting go

“Are you ready to try again?”

You nod as your body floats back to him. You dive into him. Both hands holding on and twisting with each thrust of your mouth. Your tongue does not leave any spot untouched. The delicate head being caressed and kissed before plunging back down. Feeling him hit the back of your throat and keeping him there. Your eyes don't leave him. Back and forth repeating, hitting a bit harder each time. The gagging muffles of your whines sounded so sweet to him. Reveling in watching your eyes water and drag the liner down your face. Weak enough to have his eyes roll in the back of his head. Finally hearing him moan at the new pace.

God you lived to make him moan. To watch him breathe.

To use your body.

His hands grabbed onto your cheeks.

To fuck your face.

“Fuck” he whined gripping on tighter and tighter, moving his hips back and forth to hit that back wall of your throat.

“You're such a fun little toy”

Faster and faster,

Over and over again.

You were not in control anymore. You never really were. Your tongue couldn't keep up with this pace now. The only thing it could do was hang out of your mouth and guide his cock as it dove deep in your mouth.

“You have such a pretty little fucking mouth”

His hands tighten in your hair, your eyes watering. Almost crossed in a daze as your eyelids fall half asleep.

Taking him.

“Its so fun shutting you up”

Over.

And.

Over.

Faster.

And.

Faster.

“Eyes up”

You don't hear.

His hands tighten in your hair

“Eyes….”

Your lids open, pupils match with his.

Your cum drunk eyes matching his rage filled ones.

“....Up”

He says before you feel him cum. Before you hold all of it.

His grunt when he cums is one of your favourite sounds in the world.

He needs a moment to catch his breath before he takes his hands and guides your head off his cock.

“Hold” he says in an exhaustive breath.

Your lips glide off his cock and close. His hands holding your face, eyes locked together. Breathing in unison before he gives you your next command.

“Open”

Your jaw falls, your tongue hangs as he watches himself drip out of your mouth. Falling on your naked body.

A smile creeps across his face before he pulls the mask down back over his jawline. His hands holding your face delicately again, his thumb makes its way to sit on your tongue and whip some of it out then moving to your chin to do the same favor. Pressing harder.

“Aren't you a sight”

You nod. All words left your body so long ago. You can't muster them anymore.

He kisses you, with his entire body.

“You're so beautiful”

His hands pull the back of your head into him. Still tight.

He's being loving but the coarseness isn't through.

Merely a break.

He gives you a moment before pulling you.

“Knees” he says “on your knees”

It's hard to hold your body up, he feels like he's doing it while he braces your neck with one hand as the other trails down your body. Over your breasts that his cum has dripped over, past your midriff and just along where your thighs meet your pelvis and finally over your lips, finally between them, finally buried inside you.

“Jesus Christ”

He would drown in you. First in your mouth and eventually your cunt.

It was a long night ahead.

“What a damp little slit.”

His hand tightened around your neck as the other explored your walls, soaked.

“I'm not done playing with you” he threatened

“Still so much of my toy to play with” as his fingers hooked inside you

His hand lessened around your neck as you caught your breath, awake again.

“What do you say with all that air I gave you?”

“Thank you” you muster out, looking at him with the stains rolled over your cheeks

“Thank you what?”

“Thank you Sir”

“Good girl”

He kisses, hard. On your open mouth.

“That's my good little pet”

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[sh4rk-k1d]

The Curious

This is my first ever fic so I'm open to any advice or criticism you guys have to offer! 

It was cool and dark, a perfect night really. Families and pets asleep, the moon was shining brightly. 

It was perfect. 

For everyone except the infamous crime fighting duo, Batman and Robin who were out in the shadows, beating criminals, stopping muggers, the typical crime-stopping business they do every night, except there was one thing different this night...for a few nights now. This time there was a screech, a loud excruciating, deafening screech, something new had been appearing for the past few years, just a few years after the wealthy and philanthropic businessman Bruce Wayne was born, these cryptid creatures that seem to have come out of nowhere, and they came hungry and violent, the Justice League has tried as much as possible to get rid of these creatures, kill them even but they never could. 

People should have been afraid, should have feared these seemingly demonic creatures, but they weren't because they had superheroes! They must have been safe right? Thats what these heroes told them anyways, that they had nothing to fear, that they were here to help, to save, save them, keep them alive. 

But as the number of deaths kept increasing, people in Gotham and Metropolis felt fear that their heroes couldn’t keep them safe anymore. 

But with these new creatures from hell-spawned, so did a new savior, a child, born in a low-income hospital, and then there were more, more children with an abnormal ability to transform into weapons, others able to form a soul-bond with these weapon children, able to wield them perfectly, almost as if they were created for each other, and each other only, when people found out about these children, naturally they were afraid of what they were capable of, but that fear soon turned into hopefulness when two of the children were able to fully kill one of these creatures. 

Then came the academy, once people found out about these unique children, good and bad came naturally, some wanted to praise the children for protecting them, others wanted them gone thinking the now known “Soul Eaters” creatures came because of them, then there were another group of people who wanted to dissect them. 

So, the “Death Weapon Meister Academy” was formed, a “safe haven” so to speak, a place where the children wouldn’t have to worry about being hated and hunted by the world, a place where they could learn to use their abilities without fear of hurting others, and a place where they would be surrounded by people who could understand them, the academy is also the most secluded and mysterious organization to ever be formed, the Superman himself couldn’t even try to break in or hear and see inside if he wanted too, why? Hell he doesn’t even know, but what they do know is that once you go in, there's no going out unless you get sent on a mission, everyone knows that if you birth a weapon or meister child then the academy will know, another mystery,  how they always find a weapon, or a meister child, these children come as partners, two or three, they come to give their assistance then they leave, somehow they wear no mask yet no one has ever seen their face, too busy escaping the creatures that was originally trying to eat them probably, even if you do stay, it won't be awake, these children are trained to knock you out to stay out of the way. 

Bruce Wayne was part of the “dissecting” people, he didn't want to harm the children, really, he didn’t, but it was a human instinct to fear or study the worlds mysteries, Bruce has seen many metas in his life, hell he had, Duke Thomas, as part of his family, but nothing like these kids, no, these children were something else, something else entirely, something that caught his attention, naturally his children must have seen these meta kids, and well, form a need to study them too, not like there was much to study though, no information about these kids made it out of the safety of the academy, yet they tried, and failed. 

Failure. 

Something that didn't stop at figuring out about the mystery on the inside of the academy, but inside their very own house. 

Because there was you, yes you. Poor little innocent, neglected, ignored, you. 

You. 

What a curious person you are, had lived in a house full of detective vigilantes, yet they didn’t see that there was something different about you, something...abnormal. 

Well, you couldn’t blame them could you? They were busy! Too busy to pay you attention for the last two..three...eight years? They were out doing vigilante stuff!...so you can't be that mad that they didn’t see how your leg lit up in the dead of night and then transformed into a....blade? And, as you sit on the floor, eyes blown wide, heart beating a mile a minute, breathing rapidly until your lungs felt as if they were about to burst, your hands gripping the floor till your nails bled. 

You felt, truly, Alive. 

[girl-lostconnection]

Hound!Soap: Ah, your hurtin my feelings 🥺 who is that, I thought I was special

Fox!Reader: You've been chasing after me for hours! WE JUST MET YOU WEIRDO!

Hound!Soap: Nah, that was just flirting

Fox!Reader: WHO FLIRTS LIKE THAT?!? König can I and my family move in with you.

He'd say yes, of course. He can't have his little fox buddy too far when there's some weirdo chasing their tail

Lmao imagine he tells this whole story to Ghost like "I don't know why they don't like me 😔" meanwhile Ghost is just. Blankly staring. Yeah man I wonder why

Simon is giving him this slow frog blink but Simon is no better because he has been circling around Lamb!Reader that gave him a kick in the jaw so strong he forgot who he was for a sec.

So Simon realistically is the last person who could judge him. He judges anyway, nothing will stop this man (from being a hater /j)

Also 100%, Soap has been seeing fox!Reader for weeks now. He honestly thinks they know each other well enough, after all they watched him work and train, he watched them hunt and disappear in the woods. Thats introduction enough.

Also you know how people say to never run from the dog because it will chase you? That’s Soap and Reader because he decides there’s no way they don’t know this universal rule, therefore they must know he will chase. Therefore they want him to chase them. And they do but just for the different reasons.

But yeah, evening comes and Soap is just prancing around frantically, ribs bandaged, black eye very prominent, scratches all over his body. Because what do you meannnnn, hen? Who’s that big guy? What the fuck???

He’s going to be more careful next time. He will be smarter. If little fox has a bigger friend, that just means he has to make sure they won’t be able to make it to bloody moose.

Soap was just playing with them before but now that it becomes more serious? Hell yeah, he’ll have them pressed into the snow before they even reach the tree line, his cold nose in their neck, his warm palms tugging on them, stroking.

He’s elated to finally get his hands on them. But he’s not pulling his face out of the crook of their neck. And he’s not pulling his teeth away from their throat.

[pastel0rchid]

A Gift from the Gods (6)

Hiccup x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: None

A/N: Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry that it's been so long! Since I've been gone, I've been accepted at a school to teach at and have passed my STR! I'm hopeful to crank out a few more chapters before school starts. I'm actually really proud of how this chapter came out, even if it's on the shorter end, it was really fun to write and slowly grow relationships more. All of your comments have meant the world to me, more than you all will ever know. Until next time, my friends <3

Previous Chapter .~.~. Next Chapter

Something seemed to switch after the incident with the Monstrous Nightmare and her baby.

The changes started small, before blossoming into something you never expected.

The switch wasn’t with Stoick, nor was it with the other Vikings in the village, but it was more so with Astrid and the other dragon riders. You guessed Astrid must’ve told them what happened, as the twins had shoved themselves into your space to ask about the dragon the next day while you had been trailing after Hiccup.

While they hadn’t been too vocally reluctant in letting you around their group due to how much you had to be around Hiccup, you could see the looks on their faces. Now it was as if they were actively asking Hiccup for you to be around.

Snotlout and the twins were fun to be around, their antics causing an occasional smile to form on your lips, especially when interacting with each other or their dragons. Fishlegs’ questions had grown tenfold since the event, writing down everything you answered in a small journal he always carried.

Astrid began to slowly open herself more to the thought of you, occasionally shoving Hiccup aside to have you hang around her and Stormfly. She even took it upon herself to help train you. She never went easy… and you didn’t expect her to.

You remember what she had said: “If you’re forced to stay with us, you should learn to fight like us.”

You’d gone through weapon after weapon, training with Astrid and Stormfly until you had decided on your weapon of choice, the spear. You enjoyed how it gave you the opportunity for a long-range attack while flying, effortlessly getting Astrid’s shield multiple times instead of one or even none with the other weapons.

This new development hadn’t gone unnoticed by others in the village, especially Stoick.

The chief of Berk had decided to use this to his advantage. He still wasn’t comfortable with letting you be free from the island, something Hiccup had told you after another argument with his father, so he had given the group the task of finding out all that you could do.

Many suns rose and many moons fell as these tests went on alongside your trainings.

You’d even found yourself beginning to forget the layout of the forest you used to live in among the differing dragons. The way you used to weave through the branches and bushes in your mind effortlessly had become foreign; you would stumble or blank on what went where.

But it was nice to have your mind more occupied with the riders and their antics.

It truly felt like you were beginning to find somewhere to belong, even if it was just with this small group.

---

The tests were held in what they call the training academy: Fishlegs or Hiccup taking sketches of your wings, seeing if you were faster or slower than the other dragons when taking off, the twins seeing if you were as scared of eels as the dragons (you weren’t, but you despised the smell of them).

Now, they were testing your sense of hearing, a piece of cloth wrapped around your head to cover your eyes.

You could hear their shuffling, the shifting of the rocks under their feet, the slight flutter of a dragon's wing.

This quickly became a game to you after you heard the familiar sound of Toothless’ blast signaling the start of the hunt.

It brought back the memories of a younger you and the other children in your village, either chasing or being chased. Your little wings flapping in excitement at finding another of your friends, some hid in bushes, others in trees, but their giggles would always give them away.

Your giggles would always do the same.

It had even become a game with the different dragon babies you had grown up around, but instead of giggles, it was chirps and grumbles.

Had it truly been that long since you’d had a bit of fun?

You perish the thought, your attention returning to searching for the dragon riders, only being able to trust the hearing that you had perfected over the years in the forest.

You had to restrain yourself from pouncing like you so loved to do when you were younger, instead flying over and nudging whatever part of their body you could reach.

Snotlout and the twins had been easily caught, their bickering serving as an easy win against the three and causing them to receive a quick hit to their helmeted heads before you landed a bit away from them. Fishlegs was a little harder, surprisingly light on his feet, but he was still clumsy around the stones that gave him away, earning him a graze to his arm as you fly past him. Astrid was difficult; she was light, quick on her feet.

But the slight clinking of the metal adornments on her skirt hitting the ground when she tried to perform a dodge roll was a dead giveaway. You rush towards the sound, reaching your hand out and placing it against her shoulder, smirking at the mumbled curses you heard from her as she storms off to join the other group off to the side of the arena.

Hiccup was the only one remaining, and it had been more of a shock to you than you would care to admit.

Even with the blindfold, you could easily picture his metal foot, one you had heard squeak with each step throughout your endless days around him.

You hadn’t even heard it once since the test had begun.

You twist your head slightly, tilting your ear up to try and hear anything to give away Hiccup’s location. All you could hear was the slight whispers of the other dragon riders, the heavy shuffling of the dragons, and the whistling of the wind.

The wind…

Your head perks up as you take in a deep breath, amongst the smells of dragons and riders, of the saltiness of the surrounding sea, the familiar scent you searched for calls to you like a siren's song.

Smoke, grass, metal. It was all him.

Turning your head while you continue to take deep breaths, you manage to direct where the source could be coming from.

He wasn’t in the same spot as he was when the test had begun, finding yourself facing towards the wind instead of away from it, and that’s when it clicked. He waited for the others to make a sound before he would move in time with it, effectively camouflaging the sound of his metal foot against the ground.

Well played.

With a roll of your shoulders, a flex of your wings, you wait. You wait with the patience of a dragon stalking its meal in the river, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Your body easily going into this song and dance that you had done before. The wind continues to whistle, and a dragon shifts where it lies to the right of you.

A squeak, subtle and quick, but it was enough to give him away. A miscalculation on his end.

Your wings spread, and you quickly fly towards the source of the sound, forgetting in the moment the promise to yourself to hold back as you pounce on the figure with a growl escaping from the upper part of your chest.

It was a light sound, one many dragons made when messing with each other, a sound that your father used to make as the two of you played in the living area while your mother would knit for the other children of the village.

The shocked words from the others go in one ear and out the other, the dragons reacting to your growling with their own as they begin to stand from where they had been told to rest.

You reach up to remove the cloth from over your head without much thought, excitement thrumming in your veins at winning the game, the tug of the wide smile on your lips as your vision blurs in response to the onslaught of sunlight after being in the dark for so long.

And while your eyes adjust, staring down at the figure below you as he begins to come into focus, you meet forest green eyes and a smile that seems to match your own.

[sharksarewaterdogs]

Huntrix Headcanons!

I don't think we've got canon ages for them so imo Rumi's the oldest (2 mos older than Mira), Mira the 2nd (9 mos older than Zoey), Zoey the youngest. They started demon hunting/pop star training around the age of 14, and debuted at about 16.

The girls had a bit of a rocky relationship at the start. They liked each other, but were very awkward at making connections.

Rumi was basically homeschooled hard by Celine with the express purpose of becoming the best demon hunter and told to hide her demon heritage, so she didn't interact much with other kids. She leaned hard on acting the part of new friend/normal girl/kpop-star-&-hunter-in-training to the point where she tended to be overly superficial and awkward.

Celine had a very specific image in mind for her to grow up into (an idealistic version of her mother), and Rumi was very much a rule-following kid trying to fit the image. She also grew up with a specific idea of what it would be like to be part of a hunter trio, and is very excited to have that kind of close bond and wants it to click right away. She's very much a people pleaser, so, despite generally being an obedient kid for Celine, she is overly ready to take part in any shenanigans the girls suggest as a way to prove herself to them.

Child-of-divorce Zoey was used to having to swap between homes a lot, which inhibited her ability to keep strong friendships. She also was frequently bullied as a kid; she's had a lot of insecurities about expressing herself, so she would vacillate between being hyper-expressive and extroverted and being really shy and quiet, which gave her an unpredictable vibe that initially unsettled the other two.

Zoey was a latch-key kid, given a lot of freedom by her parents. She is very likely to suggest shenanigans for the fun and chaos of them, but, rather than being rebellious on principle, she's used to not having to follow a strict lifestyle and not having large consequences for misbehavior.

Mira was used to being a social outcast and the black sheep of her family, and lost her one best friend shortly before they met (more on this later). She imprinted on the girls like a duckling ("these girls are weirdos but they're MY weirdos"), feeling very protective and fond of them very quickly, but she was also incredibly shy and insecure around people she actually wanted to impress, so she didn't really express this.

Mira and Zoey were initially rather intimidated by Rumi bc she was pop royalty & had training in both hunting & music pretty much from birth.

Zoey and Rumi were initially very intimidated by Mira, given her rebellious and deadpan nature, and the fact that she tended to be very quiet and appeared emotionally reserved (dangerous quiet kid energy).

Mira was (of course) a rebellious kid who liked to stick it to authority figures on principle, but Zoey and Rumi being so easily persuaded into mischief put her in the awkward position of being The Responsible One more often than she liked.

Celine was almost always the one to do Rumi's hair and makeup, so Rumi wasn't actually experienced at doing them for herself. Mira helped her with learning to do different hairstyles on herself (tho she usually sticks to her signature braid), while Zoey taught her makeup. She, in turn, helped give them pointers on fighting.

Mira & Zoey also took her shopping for the first time for clothes that she got to pick out in her own style.

Mira had one close friend as a kid who she lost to demons, which is part of why she became so quickly very protective of the other girls, and fueled an intense bitterness towards demons.

Zoey was on the run from home after a fight with her parents when she met Celine and joined Huntrix (Celine got her parents' permission).

A demon who knew Rumi's dad stumbled on her when she was little (like 4 or something) & recognized him in her. They tried to lure her away before Celine killed them. That's when Celine first revealed the full truth of Rumi's marks and what she had to hide.

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BLACK PANTHER NI-KI (3)

SUMMARY: training doesn't exactly go well but at least this kinda proves ni-ki really likes being around you a lot.

WORD COUNT: 1.1K words

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a/n: went back to look at the first episode of ni-ki black panther series and i was genuinely surprised by how much people love the series! 1K notes on it woah. that's huge. i might have to start giving each series an actual name because gurl, calling it 'black panther ni-ki' sounds boring 😭 maybe you guys could suggest names in the comments for each enha hybrid boy :D

on the previous episode of ‘Black Panther Ni-Ki’,

“okay, i’ll go for those trainings as long as you’re there.”

“i will. you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

with that, ni-ki brings you close and he wraps his arms around you. he falls asleep and so do you. the both of you slept peacefully in each others arms, it was a safe space for the both of you and ni-ki wouldn’t have it any other way.

— and now we continue…

you had brought ni-ki over to the best training centre there was in town to help hybrids fully understand and get used to their human owner. they had trained different kinds of hybrids, big cats, small cats, big dogs and small dogs. all kinds and hence, you weren't worried about how they'd be taking care of ni-ki.

"hi, welcome to HYBRID Training 101." a floating robot greets you. ni-ki growls and you had squeezed his hand.

"ni-ki, it's just a robot. don't worry, okay?" you told him. ni-ki huffs. his tail swishes in annoyance.

"ugly ass robot." he says. you had snorted.

"do you have an appointment?" the robot asks.

"yes. we have an appointment with doctor han."

"right this way." the robot starts flying towards the doctor's office. it stops right in front of doctor han's office. "he's ready for the appointment. i have notified him, you may enter the room."

you had muttered a small 'thank you' to the robot and knocked on the office door.

"come in." dr.han says. you had opened the door and ni-ki instantly gets closer to you. he didn't like the scent from dr.han. to him, it smelt like he was about to steal you away from him.

"good afternoon, i'm dr.han. you must be miss (name)." he says.

"yes, that's right." dr.han looks up at ni-ki.

"this must be your hybrid. he's a very rare breed of hybrid and is considered an endangered species due to the hunting of them back then. rest assure, now we are all doing our best to save them from being extinct."

"oh, that's great."

"i'd like to consult some few things first before we start with some trainings. first, how long has ni-ki been staying in the cage at the adoption centre?"

"for about 3 years? ever since i worked there actually. i believe he was brought in before i started work so maybe 3 years and a few months?" dr.han hums whilst typing down.

"was he quite closed off in the beginning?"

"yes. he often didn't allow other people to feed him or touch him. it took maybe a few weeks for him to trust me and longer to trust other volunteers."

"so he only allowed you? that's interesting." dr.han looks up at you. ni-ki holds you close and growls lowly. dr.han snickers.

"well, i do believe he's all good for training. he's just a little possessive over you. which is normal for male hybrids to be so with their female owner. especially when he feelings for you."

you tilt your head. "you noticed it?"

dr.han laughs. "i'm a hybrid myself. i can smell the jealousy and hostility from him. don't worry, buddy. i have a wife and kids of my own, you don't have to protect her so much."

ni-ki lets go of your hand, his ears droops down and twitches. you had scratched under his chin and he hides his face at the crook of your neck. smelling your scent which helped calmed him down.

"well, let's get to the training ground. this should take a weeks of training for him to be fully comfortable and interacting with other humans and hybrids. though, i do believe if you'd like to come back here after the weeks, you may do so. we do free trainings for specific emotions and interactions. we often get 'rogue' hybrids in our centre to help them become better hybrids for adoption or other reasons." dr.han explains.

"that's really sweet of you guys." you say. however, you weren’t sure if you should have because ni-ki starts to cling onto you once more. you could feel his tail coiling around your ankles. a slight low growl was heard.

dr.han chuckles. "alright, i guess let's start with the training." and so, the training starts.

at first, it seemed like ni-ki was doing quite well but as the training goes, you could tell ni-ki was getting a little restless. mayhaps he was just getting more jealous watching you interacting with the doctor. the doctor finishes it off with a final test.

"okay, how about this. (name), you can stand over there. ni-ki, you'll have to make to stay here for at least 5 minutes without (name). this may seem like a simple test but since you are quite territorial. i think this would be a great test." the doctor suggests.

you stood on one end of the room. ni-ki's ears drooped down. he felt his tail swishing a lot. he felt uncomfortable at how far you were away from him.

"2 minutes." has it been that long? either way, ni-ki just wanted to run into your arms. he couldn't wait. you had watched ni-ki struggling and honestly, you felt your heart breaking at the sight.

"okay, 5 minutes are up! good job, ni-ki." the doctor says. ni-ki runs up to you and hugs you. his tail curling around your legs possessively. he purrs out loud without a care in the world.

you had reached up to pat his head, your fingers trailing his black hair. his ears twitching a little at the touch.

"well, you guys can come back next week and we'll start another training. just keep practicing it as it seems as though ni-ki is still quite clingy. this will get better as time goes on and you take care of him. panther hybrids are always with their mates so you can expect him to be around you a lot."

"thank you, dr.han." you had grabbed your bag. ni-ki lets you go but doesn't forget to intertwine your hands securely. you had left the training place and walked towards your apartment.

"ni-ki?" he hums. "will you ever be willing to work just like the other hybrids we've seen today?"

"i've actually always wanted to work but since i've practically lived in a cage throughout my teenage years, i've never received any education." he says. it's almost like there is a hint of sadness in his tone. you had squeezed his hands.

"what if i enroll you into a hybrid specialised school for you to get a job? i'm sure, it will help you to achieve your dreams."

you had entered the elevator to your apartment and ni-ki turns to face you. "really?" you had hummed. ni-ki leans in and places his finger under your chin before pecking your lips. "thank you. you've done some much for me."

"any time, it's what i should do as your owner and girlfriend."

he hums but as the elevator stops on your floor and the door opens, he asks. "what's a girlfriend?"

right, you forgot. hybrids aren't full humans.

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Before and So Forth Chapter One: Megatronus

TransformersOne!Megatronus x Cybertronian!GN!reader (Bit of Starscream x reader- kinda)

Solars Indie Series

Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight

Introduction Indie Series

Content: 16+

Trigger warning: 16+???, Megatronus and Starscream want you, Sentinel eventually. Nonconsensual touching at first…I think that’s it 030

(This is going to be a long one. The story takes place before the events when Sentinel kills the primes and all th High Gaurd have to hide and plan to destroy sentinel. In this story because I enjoy tat sort of yandereish crap I wanted to make it x reader where everyone basically wants that reader cake lmfao. But not in an extreme way. There isn’t many females but I can add a few if so requested. I’m not sure about Solus Prime but I‘ll talk about that at the end. For now it’s mostly Megatronus, Starscream, Soundwave Shockwave, and Sentinel. I’d love to add more females I swear. My DM’s are a safe place if you wish to request any females. Or other males. I’ll do my best.

The plan is once it comes to the death of the Primes. (Weirdly excited to write how that’ll go) I’m going to give myself more work and write different path for the reader like if she doesn’t know what happened and Sentinel lies to them or the reader does know and hides with the high guard. Eventually with the sentinel timeline the reader ends up with Megatronus cause of course. It’s going to be a long one so please be patent….like with this chapter lol.

This chapter won’t have smut but it is spicy. Close to the end. If you don’t like don’t read this page and account is only for people who enjoy these to come to . Dont bully or harass anyone and leave.

Anyway my loves please enjoy and I shall release Chapter two next week. So every Tuesday :D)

Being a part of the High Guard who fought alongside and for the Primes.

Have always been something you felt pride but at the same time almost guilty for. As time in the years went by you began to wonder if you’re even a true part since there were so many others above and even better than you.

Such as Starscream, Shockwave, and Soundwave. You were a jet. Someone who seeks and plays as a scout most times.

You did the Quintessons hunt most of the time. Sort of gaining a reputation with the others even the ones who didn’t know you that well.

You were in some ways close to Megatronus Prime along with Starscream, Shockwave, and Soundwave. Megartronus like the other primes would have his own little group of the high guard.

All from his own picking and hopes to have them join him in his deception cause for the far future after the war was over.

Much like how the other primes have their own group of the high guard.

You always had a smile and softness in your voice. And yet you always showed time again and again of your strength.

Along with how you always executed your missions as you often enjoyed either sparring or training by yourself before and after. These brought you joy even as others didn’t understand. You also knew of sentinel but wasn’t that close to him.

You two know each other mostly on speaking terms and after the past cycles as you two continued to work for the primes. He always kept trying to get you to be his. Believing someone “easy” and so “strong” should stay by his side. And not with others who disrespect him.

A guard who uses swords that resides on your side and on your back. You were almost as tall as Starscream. Being a couple inches shorter.

Over time there was a sort of rumor going around. That Megatronus and Solus Prime were currently courting each other but were trying to keep it professional. You didn’t pay much mind to this as although you care for both deeply as they are who you follow.

That feeling of a sort of affection and even lust was something that you know should be buried and kept to yourself. You admired Megatronus as a leader besides Zeta Prime. Same thing to the trio but you never felt the same with sentinel.

At times you and other High Guards would train with Megatronus. Though you notice you were at every meeting and Megatronus seems to enjoy sparring with you most.

One morning as you walked from your recharge. You head to the training area believing you’ll see the other High Guard as you make your way. Once you entered you were greeted by the others as a few have already started training.

Starscream was standing watching the others train as he had a stern look on his voice. Once he noticed you his almost frown turned into a smile. he then greeted you with open arms

”Ah, Y/N glad you can join us. As always, I would appreciate it if you would come early.” You would chuckle and put your hands on your hips as you stand next to him

”Sorry Starscream, but I try to enjoy any amount of time to recharge I can get. My backstrut has been killing me lately.” Starscream would hum and sets his hand on your waist, pulling you a bit closer as his other one rests on his own hip.

”You and me both. All part of being in the high guard. But at least we have you instead of these slow seekers who just keep WASTING MY TIME!”

”Starscream when did we talk about?”

”That energon is meant to eat not to shove down someones-“

”The other thing!”

”Don’t bully other High Guard just cause they’re not as good as me..” He rolls his eyes

”Starscream!”

”To be nice! Ok ok must you scold me every time?” You nod and and put your hand on his shoulder. You two continue to watch the other do their training

After a few mega cycles over the direct private comm was Soundwave reaching you. You then excuse yourself as you walk out. Starscream already sparring 3 v 1 as he yells at them to do better. As you walked out answering within 3 seconds

“Soundwave?”

”Y/N. Needed at Megatronus training quarters.”

”Affirmative.” The call then ends and you make your way over to Megatronus training quarters.

He makes his way to the room. Soon seeing that you were alone. You look around as you look deeper and a begin to wonder where the Prime was.

As you were about to turn around the door you came through then opens showing Megatronus walking in. He stands to be very tall as he towers over you his hand resting on the door frame as he stared down at you. He then speaks, his voice deep and almost roaring as he finally spoke to you.

”More early then I expected. I only hope the others will start taking your lead.”

He finally passes you as you had bowed your head. Your arm and hand over your chest to show respect.

”My Prime-“

”Haven’t I told you, you mustn’t be so formal around me when we’re alone. I thought we were friends.” You two were sort of friends in secret. He respects you as a companion in battle. At least that’s how far you believe his affections is towards you.

”My apologies, Megatronus.” You look down your arm still over your chest. But Megatronus only glances at you as he then puts his spear down and does a few arm stretches. You stand there unsure of the others if they were to join anytime soon

”Remember what I taught you when thundercracker was able to hold you down after an hour long fight?”

”Don’t forget ones weak point around the arm?”

”Yes..I soon found after my last battle with those Quintissons basterds that the same is almost the same with them but it’s with those mouths. Pull at the outer armor hard enough.”

”Uh.. Sir?”

”I wish for you to try your best to defeat me Y/N.”

“So the others?”

”Won’t be joining us. You’ll be at a disadvantage with the large size of the creatures. You know this.” He walked up to you. Staring down at you.

You only stare up at him and just nod your head.

Looking away before backing up to put your swords down. You can feel Megatronus eyes on you. Once you turned around he was soon throwing a punch at you.

You were able to dodge it sort fo flying to the side and quickly grabbing his fast lifting up your body to use your legs to kick the side of his head. You can hear him frown as you then push yourself up on his arm and land on his back. Getting on your arms and pushing yourself far behind him as he turns and look at you in a fast motion.

When he charges at you, you only got on fours moving in a quick motion to left and right dodging his punches as he stands over you.

He was close to fully grabbing your waist. But using you body strength to move yourself. Grabbing his arm with both hands you turned youself upside down your legs landing on his arm.

Then jumping up high so you’re over him about to kick him over the head until he catches your leg.

”Had enough?” He asks his voice booming

”Not even close.” You respond as he then throws you into the ground. But you were fast on your arms and feet again.

Taking in the impact. Something you grew use to whenever you trained under him. A couple mega-cycles go by as you and he keep at it. He was able to throw in a few good punches into you as you did as well. Though he did put in a bit more blows but seems to always avoid your head

Then before you know it your shift for the evening to midnight was in one mega cycle. He had you pinned down by your chest as you tried to catch your breath. He was over you almost out of breath as well

”As always you’re the only one who can get as much of a punch in me as the other Primes. Maybe there’s a Prime in your spark….after all.” You two stay silent for a little while longer until you let out a small sigh

”I should…start heading for my lunch before my shift….Megtraonus..” he seemed almost disappointed. Though it was hard to tell with his mask. But you can see he narrrowed his eyes and leaned down

”Tell me….” He said in almost a whisper. His mask only inches away from your face as he glared

”Do you believe that silly rumor…Of me courting Solus.”

”It’s not my place to care and worry of such things-

“I’ve seen the way you looked at me Y/N. And that ridicules could not be more false…” He uses the hand that was on your chest to move to you face gently cupping the side of your face

”And yet you still said nothing. Do you truly fear me for being a Prime?” You shake you head

”No I-“

”Silence.” He put his thumb over your eyes. You put your hands on his arm only to hear him remove his mask. You then stop. He leaned his head down to be right next to yours as you then feel his breath on your neck

”Megatronus?-“ You’re startled as you feel his lips on your shoulder. You try your best not to move but also wondered if you can even stop him. He kisses your neck slowly making his way past your jaw to your lips. Before he touches you lips he stops for a moment

”Megatronu-“ He interrupts you. Kissing your lips finally as his other hand rests wrapping almost around your waist.

His thumb gently rubbing over your chest. You took note he was very gently givin his large size. Basically covering you with his body as he continues to press kisses on your lips.

You tried your best to not return the kiss but when he gently squeezed his hand around your waist you gave in leaning up closer to return the kiss. He smirks carrying out the kiss.

You the get a direct comm from Soundwave as you tried you best to gain your self control. Your hands gently squeezing his arm. The one that has his hand over your eyes. When you tried to turn your head and even back with the little space you have.

His hand over your eyes only stay firm to keep you in place. Your hands find their self on his chest. He stops lifting his head a little but only a few inches.

”Megatronus I must meet Soundwave. A-and this. We shouldn’t- I- I can’t-“

”You deny my affections, Y/N?“

”No Megatronus I-“

”Will you allow me to court you.”

”Sir-”

”Answer your Prime. If you so deny me..” You struggle with your words. His lips then touching yours once more. This even more passionate in a way. After a moment he pulls away using the hand that rested on your waist to put his mask back on

”Quite lovely. Waited over centuries to finally have you in my hands Y/N. Tell me do you regret our moment. Are the feelings to show daily not so how you feel? Do you not feel these “affections” towards Your Prime.” He removed his hand from ver you eyes as he helps you up.. Him now kneeling as he looked down at you

”…..I do..But it’s not my place to-“

“I shall see you on our next training. Oh and don’t forget.” One of his hands rested around your waist. Bringing you a bit closer

”This stays between us. Although in secret. I shall court you and make you one as a Prime. My word is Truth.”

You just stare up at him. You nod slowly and try to pull away a bit. But he kept his firm grip until he eventually lets go. Letting you go. You bow your head and make your way to retrieve your swords.

Once at the door you look at him. His back to you as only his head was side ways. Glancing at you. You bow your head once more then walk out the door closing behind you.

You then make your way to Soundwave your fists clenching as you scold and continue to overthink what just happened. he was right you loved it and wished for it before. But you wished for it with your other closest friends.

But you disciplined yourself for centuries and now that one of your friends, no your Prime Megatronus has made this move and revealing of his feelings towards you. You start to feel your heart racing. What are you to do if he does make you a prime.

What about your friends. Is he really this attracted to you or is he just using you because of his power. Could he just be doing this to any other High Guard. You stop for a moment knowing you’re alone and let out a breath

”He’ll get bored…..soon enough..” You continue to walk making your way to Soundwave. On 40 minutes (Not sure what the transformers word for minutes is sorry) until your next mission.

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