#i couldn't walk for a few months and i looked like these beasts while i relearned

[cpericardium]

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Alt text: Sam had been on the set of "Beast Games" for only a few hours when disaster struck.

It was his first day as a freelance crew member on the Toronto set of the new game show from the YouTuber MrBeast. He was helping break down the set labeled Beast City — a miniature town with a basketball court, tables, cabins, and a tower on the northern side.

He weaved in and out of the set props while wrapping up cables. At one point, he walked into a section of the tower — a giant rectangular four-story structure that looked like it was made of concrete.

When he exited the tower, he collapsed and hit his head. He couldn't move his arm and felt a searing pain in his shoulder.

He started coughing up blood. "I don't want to die," a witness recalled him saying.

Sam didn't know it at the time, but workers had been disassembling the tower above him, and a dislodged section had fallen and sliced his left shoulder. He spent eight days in the hospital, where doctors removed his spleen and performed reconstructive surgery on his shoulder. He suffered a lung contusion, a hemothorax, and damage to his ribs, scapula, spine, and clavicle, medical records show. He said that it took months of physical therapy to regain use of his arm and that his surgeon said he couldn't return to work until spring at the earliest.

An executive producer visited him in the hospital and provided an envelope containing DoorDash and Uber gift cards totaling roughly $1,000, he said. A person close to the production said that it was something he'd asked for and that he was repeatedly offered other forms of support. Sam said he didn't remember asking for the gift cards and was underwhelmed. "Accidents on sets happen, but this one seemed preventable," he told Business Insider in an interview.

[ew-selfish-art]

DP x DC AU: Bruce is the one to invite Constantine over, and no, it's not to improve his tenuous working relationship with the asshole. It's the opposite of that.

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Danny had become a frequent visitor of Wayne Manor in the last few months, and Bruce had to admit that while the kid was certainly a bit ominous for his liking for a partner to Tim, he was a generally kind and happy soul. They'd been dating for a lot longer than the Bats knew of- Kon had been the one to let it slip to Jon who told Damian and so on- and since the relationship was no longer secret, Tim brings him to family functions.

The thing about Danny is... He's dead. More than half of the time. Which again, is not Ideal for Bruce's wishes for Tim's future husband, but it also means that he reviles in being alive. Danny is downright joyous about using his time left on earth properly. He makes Tim eat real food, enjoy real sleep and generally live a more fulfilled life than he had been. The whole family noticed the changes in Tim, and it made them like Danny even more.

So after a particularly grueling day of dealing with Trigon and therefore the JLD's lack of coordination and sensible planning- Bruce gets the idea. John couldn't fucking contain himself admonishing Bruce, and perhaps it was vindictive, but Bruce figures that John should meet Danny. Sans context of course.

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John is really over dealing with Batman's prissy, over complicated and perfectionist attitude. Come to the Cave he'd demanded, as though John didn't have a favorite bar to get back to, deal with a ghost he ordered like John didn't have other priorities than some random shade.

When walking into the space however, the second his teleportation portal closed, John knew something was deeply, deeply fucked. The shadows were growing longer, the second hand on his watch ticked slower, the air smelled of sulfur and... Red Robin was sitting working at the computer like nothing was wrong. But what was wrong, was the kid was marked by The End. Marked by The Infinite. FUCK.

John knew Death, the Endless, and knew she could pick favorites just like her siblings (Dream's immortal drinking buddy comes to mind). But this wasn't her work, this was something other.

"Mate- the Bat said there was a ghost?" John feels like he might throw up, the eerie atmosphere complicating what should have been a simple request.

"Uh, obviously." The kid didn't even look over from his screen or pause his typing.

John slowly approached, looking over each shoulder a few times, turning in a few circles as the shadows appeared to dance and echo within the cave. He could see his breath, the air became so cold so suddenly. And then, with the gentleness of a pin drop, a new agonizing sound appeared with a Kid walking down the cave stairs. The aura of the room turned dark, every cell in John's body screaming to run, that this was basically the little girl from the ring crawling through the TV as the young man walked down the steps.

"Babe, your grampa says that dinners going to be ready in a second. Oh, uh, hey dude." The creature speaks, turning his eyes to John for only a moment to study him. It feels equivalent to a butterfly being pinned by its wings.

"Y-y-you, you're, you're one of the Endless?" John stutters, his body reacting in fear despite the nonchalant posture of the Beast. The young man rolls his eyes.

"Nah, one of the Ancients but like uh, I'm new in town. And hon seriously don't be late, A made tiramisu for dessert and you're not allowed to have any if you're late and I don't want to deal with you pouting."

"You had me at Tiramisu!" Red stands up from his computer and then turns, "John, what are you doing here again?" Red Robin finally looks over at him, completely confused.

"Just leaving." John mutters, his eyes still trained on the ANCIENT.

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Bruce could barely hide his laugh when Tim reported the Magician meeting Danny in the cave.

That'll show the asshole to question Batman's knowledge of the occult.

[nemisuki]

𐔌 ✧.* ʜᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || He'll allow his flames to engulf everyone but not you. 

᧔o᧓ || sukuna x f!reader, she/her pronouns, no smut or angst, dark romance, oneshot, protective sukuna, he falling in love fr fr, opposites attract ig, heian era, oblivious & silly reader, minor deaths mentioned, 817 word count

All he's ever known was the sounds of pure agony and delectable smell of burning flesh – the screams of terror ringing in his ears, ones begging for mercy – bowing down at his feet with trembling limbs and battered skin, courtesy of his rampage. 

How pitiful the human race truly is.

There were only a few things that sparked joy in that twisted heart of his – if you could even call it that – the typical unsightly scenes that lowlifes often deem 'sickening' such as massacres and burning villages.

Such ignorant fools they all are.

He's killed thousands of sorcerers, taken away innocent human life ranging from mere infants to helpless elderly, ridiculed even those who anxiously obeyed his every command – yet before they could take their last breath – everyone held one question in the back of their mind.

Why is she the exception?

The woman who stands by his side through every slaughter, every horrendous crime, every villainous act – while dressed up in finest silk and jewels – unapologetically looks at his killings with a smile on her face.

If you were to so much as look at her funny, you basically got yourself a one way ticket to the afterlife.

"Oh look my lord, even commoners like these managed to acquire such ores!"

She hums with curiosity while scavenging the pockets of a miner no doubt – though only just a lifeless corpse now – holding a small bag of gold nuggets, a supply they likely intended to sell before the King of Curses showed up.

Spontaneously burning the town in the process.

His face shows nothing but disinterest at her words, though his eyes narrow as she kneels a tad bit too close to the embers – the flames illuminating the polished accessories all over her figure – the silhouette of her shadow almost tauntingly drawing him closer.

The light breeze of the night only adds fuel to the fire.

"We have no need for such clutter in the temple, especially picked by useless peasants."

She softly giggles at his words – a sound he's grown too familiar with these past few months – one that he merely tolerates.

Right?

"I suppose you are right, your throne room is already filled with lavish artifacts and golds to last centuries."

The sight of her searching for knick-knacks among the rubble is something he eventually got used too – a habit of hers that caused her chambers to be filled with unnecessary mess – despite him having the power to give her anything she desired.

Something about 'every object having a story' is what she said.

How ridiculous can a person be – apparently her – given the fact she hasn't moved from the spot threatening to catch ablaze very soon, too immersed in searching for valuables.

"Foolish woman."

Instead of taking the opportunity to free himself of such headaches and invisible shackles, he couldn't make the choice to leave her – the thought alone infuriates him – as if she did the impossible of taming the wild beast.

He begrudgingly walks over, using one of his 4 arms to wrap around her waist – being careful to not crush her with mere strength – and continuing to pick her up, beginning to leave for the carriage.

A mode of transportation he never thought of acquiring before he met her.

And just as he assumed, the flames reached her original position, the wind blowing dangerously hot air in its wake.

Her eyes widened at the scene and she looked back up at his face with realization and awe.

"Oh- thank you my lord. I wasn't aware of such dangers..."

The look in her eyes has him tightening his hold on her, scoffing at her open display of gratitude – something he has never received till he met her – an odd sensation in his chest.

Though he assumes it's mere hunger for flesh or maybe her.

"You have your duties to complete, I didn't do it for your mere safety."

"Nonetheless you have my thanks."

He says nothing in response as they enter the carriage, plopping her down beside him as the journey back to his temple begins.

She was quiet as a mouse – perhaps that's why he chooses to bring her along – the woman knows her place, possibly grown too comfortable with him.

He grunts as he feels the weight of her head on his shoulder, looking at his side to see her fast asleep with a smile.

The sight was almost mocking.

Being the king of curses, he should've shoved her off – even cut off her head for having the nerve to let her guard down around him – the most terrifying creature to exist in their era.

Yet he stays silent, going back to look at the burning sights in the distance and keeping a firm grip on her waist.

And in that moment he knew.

He would set fire to the world but never let a flame touch her.

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[aphroditeinthesea]

“ guilty as sin ”

jason grace x fem!reader ⚡️

if there’s no such as thing as bad thoughts, why is y/n feeling so guilty? | pt. 2

⚠️ cheating, swearing, breaking girl code, make out, sexual insinuation & while i was posting this there was random lightning and thunder so took that as a sign that this was pretty good

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The first thing Y/N noticed about Jason was his girlfriend. Okay, maybe that wasn't the first thing, but it was up there. Maybe the first thing she noticed was his hair, the way that sun shined around it, making his aura glow. Or maybe it was the way his eyes were so vibrant that she felt like she was drowning in the Blue Nile. Or, gods, his muscles. The way his shirt was barely able to conceal his abs. Then, his absolutely beautiful girlfriend, who surprise, surprise, was a daughter of Aphrodite.

Of course she knew she had to keep these feelings locked inside a vault. Especially at how she so easily befriended Piper, who if she knew about these feelings, would have Y/N’s head. But how was she supposed to? Whenever she saw him, basically doing nothing, her mind already had images of him flashing in her mind that she tried so desperately to flick away.

But once the feelings had gotten too intense, she had to tell someone. So she turned to the wisest person she knew, Annabeth Chase. She decided to walk to the Athena cabin after training. She found the blonde reading a book on her bed. She approached her, speaking up, “hey, can we talk?” she looked around, “privately?”

Annabeth nodded before leaving alongside Y/N. She led her to cabin 3, which was uninhabited since the disappearance of Percy.

“What’s wrong?” Annabeth began.

Y/N sighed before explaining the ordeal to the girl. Excluding certain fantasies about the boy that not even Zeus himself could get her to confess.

“As a girlfriend of a guy who everyone has a crush on,” she began, seeming annoyed at her own statement, “don't act on it.”

Y/N nodded, “yeah, I could never act on it, I mean, Piper’s my friend,” she paused and looked up at the daughter of Athena, “I’m not a bad person am I?”

“There’s no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.”

But after a few months. After they found out the memories were fake, that Jason was a Roman demigod, that there was no relationship to begin with, Y/N had the guilty hope that they would break up. But no. Instead they continued dating? She was furious, while also hating herself every second of every day. She had thought that maybe after all this time the feelings would go away. But they didn't! They wouldn't! They couldn't!

Every time she saw the two of them together, she wanted to vomit. Especially when they’d act all couple-like and kissing and hugging and standing within a ten foot radius.

One day at archery practice, she was about to shoot, when she saw the couple walking nearby. She immediately sunk into herself. She drew back her arrow, sulking, until she heard a loud, “ow, fuck!”

She looked up, realizing that she had accidentally shot the foot of the son of Apollo that had been helping her. She gasped, “oh my gods, I’m so sorry.”

He sat on the grass, holding onto his bleeding foot, “dont worry about it,” he hissed through the pain. A few other campers ran over to help him over to the infirmary.

She awkwardly looked around, unsure of what to do.

“What happened, Y/N?” The sound of Piper’s voice behind her caught her attention.

She paused, looking up at the blond boy before back to Piper, “I got distracted and, uhm, accidentally shot him.”

“Is he okay?” Jason questioned.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” she brushed off, “a little arrow in the foot never killed anyone.”

“Achilles would beg to differ,” he remarked with a smirk. Gods, that was going to be the death of her, The way his scar curved with his mouth. She liked to imagine he got the scar in a battle to the death against a Roman beast- or whatever, she didn't really understand what happened at that camp, other than the fact that they had really hot guys.

She must have been staring for too long as Piper looked back up at her boyfriend herself, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N panicked, “I should go see if he’s okay,” she ran off to the direction of the infirmary.

“You shot someone in the foot?!”

“Annabeth, I really don't feel like talking about this right now.”

“No, Y/N,” she stood in front of Y/N, “why?”

“Jason-”

Annabeth shook her head, “he has a girlfriend.”

“I know, that’s the problem-”

“She’s not the problem, Y/N,” the girl interrupted again, “you're being so immature, you have to get over this.”

Y/N turned around to see Piper and Jason laughing about something. She looked back at Annabeth, “I’ll try.”

That next week, she had gotten a date with a son of Hermes. It was a nice date, too. A picnic on the dock during the campfire.

“I was originally born in Minnesota, but then we moved to New Hampshire-” his voice was drowned out by her thoughts. She felt so… faithful to Jason. If it's make believe, why does it feel like a vow? She felt like he had written ‘mine’ on her upper thigh in her mind- “what about you?”

“Oh, I’ve never been to Michigan.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I asked if you liked strawberries?”

“Oh,” she looked at the strawberry she had accidentally crushed in her hand, “yeah.”

“You don't like me, do you?”

She shook her head, “no, nothing with you. You're great, this picnic is amazing, I’m just… I am so in love with one of my best friends’ boyfriend. I’m just trying to get over him.”

“Jason?”

She looked at him, her mouth agape, “how did you…?”

“A good guess.”

She hid her face in her hands, tears welling in her eyes, “am I allowed to cry?”

He pulled her into a hug, “go talk to him.”

New advice? She’ll take it!

She stood up, “I’m really sorry, I’ll make it up to you, promise!” she claimed before running off to the fire. Everyone was beginning to disperse, when the blond hair caught her eye. She rushed over to him, “I need to talk to you.”

He looked confused, but nodded, leading her into his cabin, “what’s up?”

“I have a huge fucking crush on you,” she blurted, “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. And I thought that if I told you, it would go away. I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent for a minute, thinking. He ran his fingers through his hair. Did everything about him have to be this fucking hot?

“I have a girlfriend.”

“I know.”

He shook his head, “no, I need to remind myself of that. Y/N,” he walked closer to her, taking her hands in his, “I really like you, Y/N.”

She let out a deep breath, “Jason, that doesn't help.”

“It doesn't help me either, that’s why I’ve been trying to ignore it, but,” his right hand let go of hers, finding its way to her lips, “look at you.” He slowly leaned down to kiss her. Once, twice, thrice, four- over and over again. She wasn't even sure when she was suddenly pinned to his bed as their kisses got messier. His fingers traced the skin under her shirt, sending shivers down her spine, gasping when he would zap her.

“Jase,” she breathed, “this is really bad.”

He bit her bottom lip, “I know, we shouldn't-”

She kissed him again, “no.”

He leaned back, “Y/N, we really can’t.”

“I know, I know,” she heavily breathed, “but what are you saying?”

He stood up, forcing his glasses back on, “I need to go talk to Piper,” he grabbed her hand, helping her up, “go back to your cabin, let’s just forget about this.”

“No.”

“Y/N, please, we can talk some other time, but please, just go for now.”

She nodded, tears in her eyes, “right, okay,” she followed behind as he walked to the door, opening it for her. She looked up at him, “goodnight, Jason.”

He gently touched her arm, “goodnight.”

She walked out feeling shame and guilt fill her body. She felt it in all her limbs, making it hard for her to walk, feeling pulled down by her emotions, she wondered, without ever touching his skin, how could I be guilty as sin?

[luunaz]

[When you come back, part 2] Peter Pevensie

pairing: Peter Pevensie x reader

type: angst 🍂

warning: the death of the main character

part 1

The clash of swords and human speech could be heard outside the castle gates. You gripped your sword in your hands and looked back at your soldiers behind you. It was a small group of centaurs, fauns and beasts who were ready to die for Narnia and Aslan. They knew they had no chance of winning, but they were determined. The courage of the Narnians gave you strength. You closed your eyes and an image of Peter appeared in front of you. It made your heart ache…

…You went out into the courtyard of the castle and called out to Susan. She was standing by her horse and preparing bags for a short walk through the woods. As soon as she saw you, a warm smile lit up her face.

— There you are, — you breathed a sigh of relief, — you do remember that I need your help trying on a wedding dress? — Seeing your worried look, Susan took your hands in hers reassuringly.

— Of course! This trip won't take long time.

— I'd like to be there, too, — Peter said, suddenly appearing behind you. He hugged you and kissed you on the temple.

— No, you will see it only on the wedding day! — you tried to make a serious face, but the feeling of endless happiness was so strong that you immediately smiled and kissed Peter on the cheek.

— Get a room already! — Edmund, who had just entered the courtyard with Lucy, muttered in displeasure. The girls laughed. Peter reluctantly walked away and mounted his horse. He looked at you with his deep blue eyes. His gaze was always full of adoration and tenderness. You couldn't help but be fascinated by him.

— Don't miss us here. We'll be back soon.

— Yes, take care of Narnia while we're gone, — Edmund said, after which the kings and queens left Cair Paravel.

Neither of Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy returned that day. They did not return the next day either. The guards you sent to look for Pevensie found their horses deep in the woods, not far from Mr. Tumnus's house, near a lantern. All their belongings were still there, but the kings and queens were nowhere to be found. Is it worth describing the pain you felt in those days? Your wedding to Peter was a few months away. It was planned that the whole of Narnia would celebrate for several days. But the feast turned into mourning.

The first time you didn't leave your bedroom. The tears on your cheeks didn't have time to dry. You didn't understand what was going on. Where's Peter? Why did he leave you? Where did Edmund, Susan and Lucy go? You sent the best bloodhounds to look for them, but to no avail. Mr. Tumnus tried to help you in some way, but you refused to eat, walk, and socialize. There was an emptiness in your heart that was filled only with a lingering feeling of longing and sadness. You waited for Mr. Tumnus to come just to find out if there was any information about kings and queens, but the faun just sadly turned away.

One rainy evening, you decided to lock up all your feelings. The pain of losing loved ones has been tormenting you for too long. One of those memories was the beautiful wedding dress that you never wore. You picked up Peter's sword and tore the hem of your dress with one swing. You continued, and the tears continued to flow from your eyes. It felt like every blow was stabbing into your heart. When you fall on the floor, you felt a little better. There will be no more reminders of a happy future, so you can give up hope and move on.

So the years passed. The Narnians trusted you, so they chose you as their queen until the Pevensie return. You ordered the things of the kings and queens to be packed and hidden in a hiding place. Maybe they'll come back, but you should be with Narnia now. You took on this responsibility for them. The last time you saw Pevensie, you promised that you would take care of Narnia. Even if you have to give up your life…

You opened your eyes abruptly when the massive doors swung open with a loud bang. The Telmarines began to storm Cair Paravel. You waved your hand, giving the command to the archers to shoot. The dense line of soldiers thinned out a bit, but there were still too many of them. The Telmarines surrounded you, it was all over.

— You can't escape, Narnians, — the army commander said in disgust. He aimed his sword at you, — you will die first.

One of your soldiers tried to protect you, but you signaled for him to return to the ranks. Yes, it's possible that you and your squad will meet death here, but you've given the rest of the Narnians enough time to hide in the woods. Perhaps the kings and queens will return soon, then they can save Narnia again. But not you. The last thing you remember that day was the bright blue sky that could be seen through the ruined ceiling of the once beautiful Cair Paravel.

[the-real-aku]

Note: Posting because i kinda like it atm and while I'm not happy with it I'm trying-

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"We deserve a good story before we get too fuckin' pissed to walk straight," Johnny whined.

"Couldn't walk straight even if we held your 'and while sober, MacTavish. I got one, but mnot gonna repeat it after this. Got it?" Ghost stared at Gaz and Soap who gave him a mock salute before leaning on closer to their lieutenant.

"Couple years into the start of 141, was just me n' Price, you and Gaz hadn’t even been born yet-  We got sent to some base in Colorado...Colorado or somewhere around there.  It doesn't matter.  We were doing some glorified hide and seek for a training exercise. Easy enough, good at hidin'." Ghost paused, taking another sip of his glass of whiskey. 

"People forget to look up.  Holed myself up in some sturdy tree, held my weight, and kept me out of sight.  Probably too well.  Had groups of hunting parties pass me looking for others.

"Still,  no one ever looked up.  Got a few good hours of peace and fucking quiet up there.  Even had a book with me.  Dime novel or some shit I picked outta the trash.  It was nice for a shit training exercise.  Until the sun started setting, that's when more of the nocturnal beasts came out.

 "So color me surprised when a half-decent buck bursts out of the bush and slams head-first into my tree. Horns don't stick, doesn't care, it backs up and does the same thing. Over and over. I've seen heads splatter, I've done the splattering. I don't understand what it was trying to do because it kept going until brain matter splattered against the tree and an eyeball popped under the pressure.

"Then it stopped.  Not stopped 'cause it died, not just stopped and stood there before sniffing the ground. I had been holding my breath the whole time. Don't know why, everything told me this was wrong and that I needed to shut up and stay still.  But eventually, it stopped sniffin' and twisted its damn fucking broken neck to look up.  It was quiet but clear, not like anything else was moving anymore not even the wind, and whispered "I know you're there", then ran off.  

“I stayed in that tree the whole night. Pissed myself too.  Didn't care. I wasn't coming down or moving unless someone or thing dragged me down.  They found me there in the morning.  Thought I froze to death.

"They had to get Price to get me to come down from my spot.  Wouldn't say a word to them, which didn't help my situation.  They thought I was 'avin an 'episode', went crazy during the training event, and killed something or maybe even someone from the mess they found around my tree. Who was going to believe that I watched the deer do it to itself?  So I kept quiet as Price and the others escorted me back to base.  Never found it.  But no one ever said anything about it seeing as how I was clean of blood."  

Gaz and Soap turned to their Captain, eyes weary and expectant.  Price huffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, I remember. We had searched for this twat almost all night before some private found'em. He thought it was weird, the tree, and looked up to investigate and came face to face with Ghost's blank stare under his hard plate skull mask. We had two sets of pissed pants after that. When Ghost wouldn't talk about why his hiding place was a fucking mess of bone and meat he had mandatory psych evals for the next month."

[imtrashraccoon]

More Dragon Donovan! He's actually really fun to write and I just know that I'm going to have to work on the Dragon AU of The Dark Fortress after this month is up.

@owl-bones

First, Previous, & Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Nightmare - Injury

Word Count: 984

The obsidian dragon let out a terrible roar, shaking the very cavern all around you and sending a chill down your spine. His mouth was lined with deadly teeth and each of his toes tipped with razor sharp claws. His very scales seemed to ooze with corruption as if it were a deadly acid. In fact, you had a feeling he was capable of spitting acid or exhaling poison gas in this form as well. He had essentially transformed himself into the perfect weapon of destruction in a last ditch effort to protect you.

You couldn't help but wonder if Donovan was still inside there somewhere. Despite knowing your soulmate would never purposely hurt you, there was a lingering fear that he may not be fully aware of himself or his surroundings. He just looked so deadly and this form was so much larger than you were.

Balor visibly blanched when he finally recovered from being blinded and saw the dragon. He recovered a split second later and immediately began to try floating away.

"What are you scrubs standing around for?! Attack it!" the beholder snarled at the cultists.

It took a moment for the remaining cultists to act, but they soon began hurling spells at the dragon. A series of fireballs, ice spikes, and even lightning bolts connected with his obsidian hide. At the same time, Balor began shooting several different coloured eye rays, eliciting a snarl of pain from the beast as they struck him.

With a furious roar, the dragon that was Donovan turned, whipping his tails into the cultists and scattering them like fallen leaves. Most didn't get back up, but the handful that did were flung across the cavern again before they could cast another spell.

Then Donovan turned his attention to the beholder. There wasn't enough room for him to take off and chase after Balor, but he didn't need to. He blasted the beholder with a large ball of green flames, that collided with the main body of the monster and stopped it from fleeing further.

With a swipe of a wing, Donovan sent Balor down, immediately pouncing on him and attacking with his claws and teeth. You couldn't see much of what was happening, but you could hear the rending of flesh, pained cries, and furious snarls.

"Wait! Don't...don't kill me!"

Donovan paused, lifting his head and staring down at the beholder with pure contempt on his face. While you couldn't see much, you could see Balor was missing several of his tentacles and had several deep scratches.

Dirk let out a quiet chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight. "pathetic," he spat. "look at him beg like the little parasite he is."

You nodded, "I need to see this up close."

The rogue snickered and helped you to your feet, allowing you to lean against his uninjured shoulder. Your right arm hung uselessly at your side, and you were doing your best not to look at how badly you had been wounded for fear of what you might see. Dirk's left arm wrapped around your torso like a band of iron, keeping you from falling as he walked you over to where Donovan had the beholder pinned down.

Dirk let out a low whistle as you drew closer and took in the full extent of Balor's wounds. Somehow, he hadn't fallen down, despite only having four tentacles left, missing most of his teeth, and his central eye already beginning to swell shut. Donovan certainly hadn't held back and you were a little surprised he had stopped at all.

Slowly, the obsidian dragon leaned closer until he was barely a few inches away from the beholder. "Why should I spare your pathetic waste of a life?" he growled. "You nearly killed my soulmate, as well as my most trusted minions. You better think very carefully about what you say next..."

Balor shuddered, letting out a sound that was a mix of a whimper and a sob. "Please! You can have the city, my bling, everything! Just don't kill me..."

Dragon Donovan got a disgusted look on his face. His good eye socket narrowed and he huffed out a small puff of flame. He seemed to be actively considering the offer, but it was nearly impossible to tell what he was thinking thanks to his lack of facial expressions.

"Pledge your loyalty to me, parasite."

"Yes, my allegiance is yours! Anything you wish is my command!"

Donovan let out a low rumble, finally drawing back. A soft yellow glow appeared in front of his snout and he let out a huff, scattering it into a flurry of twinkling lights that soon dissipated around them. Slowly, he stepped back, getting off the beholder and laying down.

"I accept your offer and have sealed our agreement with a Seal of Promise. Now neither of us can betray the other, but more importantly, I have elected to spare your life. You will continue to rule the City of Newridge and will grant me free access to the resources in the region, as well as travel to the kingdoms beyond the escarpment as I require."

"Of course, my Liege!" Balor exclaimed. Despite not being pinned down anymore, he stayed put, still shivering from sheer terror.

You nudged Dirk to let go and staggered forward. Sensing movement, Donovan turned his head, his eye socket widening as you approached. He dropped his head, allowing you to lean against him so you wouldn't lose your balance.

Silently, you placed your paw on his muzzle just below his eye sockets and looked at him. His cyan eyelight seemed to expand the longer you held eye contact with him, the center dilating almost like a pupil. You couldn't help but find the sight adorable, giving him a small pat. He exhaled a small puff of steam in response, causing you to giggle as it mussed up your fur.

[gay4harm]

First fic of the year!!

I do wanna apologize for not posting. I definitely lost the drive to write and that's why I haven't but I realized that I need to get back into this thing I love so here we are!

I hope you guys enjoy this one!��️

(this is not proofread🌚)

Upon going back to the ship you took the longest shower, it wasn't until an hour in that you could get half of the gunk off.

tonight was the bonfire

the place where you were going to tell a certain someone a certain something

That was until she brought a certain someone around and lied to you for the entire half a year you guys had known each other.

But you didn't want that to ruin your mood, you loved camp out night, you could just chill with your friends.

"Yo do any of you have a hair tie?" You walk into the living room dressed in nothing but a sports bra and shorts that hugged your hips and ass perfectly, this was normal attire for you and for everyone to see. You were used to the lingering stares but if you were them you would stare as well, I mean who wouldn't with the way your thighs jiggled slightly every time you walked or with how your tits sat so pretty with and without a bra.

Your body was sculpted by the gods; literally

and you had a pretty face to match it

At first you didn't get an answer, you had thought you were being ignored, that was until you looked up and saw only two people sitting on the couch; Riri and Shuri who just so happened to be ogling you.

Shuri knew you were beautiful, she obviously saw it when she looked at you but she didn't think you could look any better than you already did. Your hair, still damp from the shower sat on your head almost covering your face, water droplets fell, cascading down the valley of your breast, some even going down your toned stomach. You hadn't noticed but Shuri and Riri did.

You rolled your eyes at them but before you could speak your best friend America Chavez or just Chavez which is what you called her rushed over with a scrunchie. "Here, is this good?"

"Yeah thanks" You take the scrunchie from her and tie your hair up in a ponytail, showing off your sharp jawline and round eyes.

This time Riri had broken out of her trance once Elijah called her name but not Shuri, she still looked, you couldn't resist the slick remark that fell from your lips. "Like what you see princess?"

Your voice was low and sultry and at the sound of it Shuri looked away in embarrassment, looking everywhere but at you.

You walk away with a smirk on your face walking to your room to get ready for the night.

This was it

Your favorite time of the month

You guys had found a nice spot in Oregon to set up everything, you guys got your smores and blankets out, the only thing surrounding you guys was good vibes and security. Not everyone had families or people to go home to, for some of you this was family, this was your guys home.

But as the night went on, it was soon time to start your favorite part of the night.

The time where everyone could share their spooky stories.

"Ok, ok I think the best person to share a story is Y/N, her's are the best" Which was Cassie Lang's or the younger girl version of Ant Man suggestion while you guys were arguing about who would go first

"Hey what about me? I thought you guys liked mine" came from a disappointed Kate. "No Kate yours are probably the worst" argued Riri with her head on Shuri's shoulder making a deep sigh and eye roll come from you.

Everyone began to urge you to start it off but you protested with a few no's before you gave in.

You took a deep breath before starting

"Have you guys ever watched beauty and the beast? Well this legend is a lot like it, this tale starts out with a man named John Wilkins."

"Now Mr. Wilkins was known as a strange man, he would spend his days out in the woods whistling the same hollowed out tune as he searched for the women in the woods; a witch who had been shunned from the rest of the town, she was said to live in a cabin near the edge of town but no matter how long he looked, Mr. Wilkins couldn't find her, he had told everyone that he would and could find her but it never happened, he would go home empty handed. That was until on his way back he stumbled upon a small cabin, it looked like it had been lived in, there were linens hanging on a clothesline and smoke erupted from the chimney. Mr. Wilkins had finally thought he'd done it, he had found the women in the woods."

"He walked in; the door opened with a loud squeak. The strong smell of mildew wafted through the air and it was cold with a limited amount of light, he couldn't tell if anyone was near so he walked around hoping to find the witch, he looked and looked but no one was there, he began to walk out but as he neared the door the sound of his footsteps weren't the only thing to be heard. He whipped around only to be face to face with the witch!"

Everyone jumped back, spooked by the cursed tale.

"The witch was standing there with her ripped up, pitch black dress. Her face was covered by her claock but he could see her wrinkled face and pale completion."

"He stood there... not knowing what to do. Until a strained and low voice broke the silence"

"who... are you?"

"she questioned him and he couldn't say anything, she asked again, louder"

"Who Are You?"

"Mr.wilkins finally answered in a shaky voice."

"I- I.... my name is John Wilkins"

"Why are you here John Wilkins?"

"I just wanted to-"

"you wanted to what!?"

"The witch was getting impatient and angry, she demanded an answer"

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to know if you were real."

"well know that you know... there is only one last thing to do."

"and- and whats that?"

"You must die, of course. I can't have you walking around telling people where I am"

"W-wait, wait! I promise I won't tell"

"He pleaded hoping the witch would sent him free but it was no use, he was going to die at the hands of the witch."

"the witch didn't say anything else...

"now that's the ending of it. No one knows what really happened to John, all we know is that he found the witch. Some people say... they can still hear him whistling in these very woods"

Silence

no one said anything

nor did they dare to even breath

the break of silence sent a chill down everyone's spine

A long toned out whistle in the distance.

silence again.

no one dared to move

then again

a whistle that seemed as if the shrill sound was coming from everywhere.

this time as the whistle rang out everyone jumped up in a rush to get back to the ship.

no words said as everyone hauled ass, everyone except you who had decided to stop dead in your tracks as you heard a real voice this time, a faint whisper.

you look back into the trees, nothing.

but something about the darkness kept you there, with the warmness of the open bonfire, and the slow chilling breeze.

all your senses heightened in the moment

touch; goostbumps traveled up your arm from the cool winds

taste; a subtle metalicy taste

smell; the earthy smell brought from the surrounding area

sight; the large dark figure standing still in the trees

hearing; the slow crackling from the fire

Yo wait...

you turn your head to the side and the shape of the figure seems to get clear and more real.

you feel your body wanting to go forward, right into the arms of what seemed to be danger and you might've if the hard tug on your arm didn't snap you out of whatever trance you were in.

"Y/N LETS GO" yells a concerned Riri.

you don't feel in control anymore as you get dragged away.

you turn your head to get another glance from that thing and just as your about to turn your head back the other way, you could have sworn that you had saw the figure give a small wave.

worst part about it?

you almost waved back.

You get in the ship and everyone stares, they see your shaken expression and their faces turn from scared to worry.

"Y/n? are you ok?" Teddy says slowly.

"yea you look a little shaken up" utters America. "why did you just stand there?"

you look at her

then everyone else

then you turn back to peak at Riri and Shuri.

then you turn your heels and walk to your room.

not a word

not a peep

everyone sits confused but they don't meddle or persist. This was what you did.

to be honest you weren't very talkative with them when it came to problem, or how you felt, or just normal stuff like if they asked what your favorite colors was and wether or not you were caught up on the daily news.

it might have been due to your shyness or the fact that you barley had any memories from your old life.

the life you had before with your dad and fake mom and two siblings.

the golden child you were

now stuck fighting monsters brought upon you for whatever reason.

you sit on the edge of your bed and the only thing your body can do is cry.

and you cry and cry until your eyes turn red and your head starts to hurt which then you decide to close your eyes and fall asleep.

the next morning was nothing short of awkward

your friends just stare as you walk out into the kitchen area.

“hey y/n” utters one of them but with your back turned to them you weren’t sure who.

you don’t reply and instead start up a new pot of coffee.

you stand there waiting

no one says anything

the silence was so unbearable

so mind graining

this was worst than your own personal problem you had going on at the moment

you finally spit something out

“We still have that mission at three. I expect you all to be ready, even our little guest.” you glance toward Shuri on the last part, making sure to give Riri the nastiest mug you could muster as your eyes divert to hers.

No one said anything but they all understood.

You walk back to your room after a hot cup of coffee is finally in your hands, you hate to say but all the coffee addicts were right.

You walk to your desk filled with pens, pencils, kill plans, you know that type of thing. Setting your mug down along with yourself before moving around to tidy up your area.

The bags under your eyes weigh you down as you try to get busy with the upcoming mission. You want to train a little, get your head back straight.

Yesterday was nothing short of weird and had you feeling like you were going crazy with the hundreds of voices going through your head and all the bullshit prophecies bestowed upon you from whatever.

To get your mind off of everything in your life you decided to get a little workout going. Train a little before the mission.

There was nothing that made you happier than killing a monster. You didn't know what it was but just feeling your weapon going through the body of an inhumane being felt like a breath of fresh air.

Maybe it gave off serious serial killer vibes but it wasn't like that. It was just the feeling of victory, the knowing that you were able to protect the good people that those monsters wanted to harm.

it made you feel better about all the shitty things you've done.

As you walk into the training compound you find yourself alone in a room with riri.

You roll your eyes as she stares at you.

“So how long are you gonna go without talking to me?” Riri asked as you drop your water bottle into a corner.

You don't respond and instead decide to look through the row of different weapons on the wall.

“Y/n.”

Nothing.

“Y/n” she repeats a little louder

Still nothing

“Y/n!”

“What!”

You reply in anger

“You don't hear me talking to you?” You could tell Riri was pissed but so were you. How dare she bring her supposed girlfriend onto the ship.

“I'm not talking to you right now” You needed to get away before you did or said something that you might regret.

“And why the hell not?”

“Cause your a liar”

“How did I lie?”

You scoff in disbelief

“Are you forgetting your little friend, that you brought? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I told you about Shuri. You said it was fine cause we're not together. Plus I was doing it for you, us!”

“Us? What are even talking about?”

“Me and Shuri have always been in an open relationship, that was until we talked about bringing a third in. You.”

What the hell?

A third?

God you wanted to punch her.

“Why did you talk about it with me first?”

“Because I had to make sure that I and you had a connection before I brought you around Shuri. And we do, I love you Y/n and I know that you might not believe me but I do.”

You didn't know what to say

Riri loved you?

You'd be lying if you said you didn't love her

But the point was that she lied to you

“Riri I- I love you too but you lied to me. You should have just told me from the beginning before I started to love you, cause you don't understand how much it hurt me to see you with her.”

Uh oh, here come the water works.

“I'm sorry Y/n. I should have thought it out better, but my feelings for you are very real and I really wanna try this with both of you.”

You were hesitate and Riri could tell

“Please, for me?”

Damn, she always knew how to get you

“Ill think about it.”

Now Riri was in front of you, holding both your hands as she gets closer to kissing you

And you let her

You let her cause you truly did love her

And maybe you could love Shuri too

But first, you had to talk to her.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

A Danish Werewolf in The City:

The First Sight.

Note: follow up to The First Shift. I have read this over and over and over again, and I just had to let it go and post it. May have missed some mistakes as my eyes literally hurt by now :') 

Warnings: 18+! horror/gore described, mention of (child) death/murder. once again, it's a dark werewolf fic...

pairing: Werewolf!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You had fallen in love with a werewolf. 

wordcount: 3,6k

Masterlist

Chapter 1.

That something had been different about Sihtric became evident during the first few months of your relationship. 

You had first met at work, for you were both veterinarians, and you were transferred for a day to Sihtric's location as they were short staffed, and you both knew it was love at first sight. His hair was of shoulder length and braided, the sides were shaved freshly and his facial hair was well kept too. Sihtric was simply a breathtaking man, and he treated you with the utmost respect once you began dating, even asking permission before he first kissed you.

The first weeks of dating were like a dream, but then Sihtric suddenly started to disappear every few weeks for about three days. He had just gone without a word, but then showed up at your door again as if nothing had happened after those three seemingly random days. It was almost as if he died every few weeks, only to suddenly rise from the grave again and return to you, looking as beautiful and charming as ever, so you couldn't help but continue to fall for him and ignore your suspicions. Sihtric promised you that his disappearances had nothing to do with you, but that he sometimes struggled "with his own being", whatever that meant. But he soon felt inclined to open up to you and tell you about his wolf problem, as he sensed you began to doubt his loyalty due to his recurring strange behaviour.

And werewolves were not unheard of, nor were other creatures of the night, as you had treated numerous animals who had clearly been at the claws of those beings. You had just never met one and you surely never thought you'd fall in love with one, so you had a hard time accepting his honesty for a little while. You couldn't possibly imagine this was a curse he had lived with his whole life and only exposed itself during his late teens. And you, like any other regular human being, only knew of the fairytales which described werewolves as hideous monsters, and yet Sihtric wasn't a monster, for all you knew at least.

And he also wasn't the young and frightened boy anymore which he had told you about, yet it still saddened you gravely that he had lived such a tragic and lonely life, before he changed into the confident man he was now. Sihtric was clearly in full control of his other being too, only shifting when the Moon was full or when a situation called for it, so you chose to believe and trust him completely after you had taken a few days to yourself to let it all sink in. And you slowly began to understand him more and more.

The scars on his face had been something you used to ponder about at night, as he never gave you a clear answer to how he had gotten those. It was only after you found out about his beast-like nature that the scars, which graced his face as well as the rest of his impressive and muscular body, were claw markings he had earned in territorial brawls and violent fights over time, earning him the true alpha status he held now.

Sihtric's short temper, impatience and hunger for violence were also things you had been wary of at first, but it was already clear that he would never be aggressive towards you or those he cared for. He was only incredibly protective and possessive of you, both traits you didn't really mind as it made you feel safe and desired by a beautiful man. The way he always held you close in public or how he refused to let you walk home on your own once it was dark, it all made your heart beat faster for him. But you also never suspected Sihtric did those things out of a fear which was deeply rooted inside of him and every other werewolf; terrified of losing a loved one to a werewolf's natural enemy.

But the most peculiar thing about Sihtric were probably his sexual urges, and the fact that he seemed to have an insatiable sex drive. You could make love for an entire rainy day, and he still wouldn't be completely satisfied or even remotely tired, like a normal human would be. And for some reason he always insisted on being intimate in the dark, with the lights off and the curtains closed, which struck you as odd too, for his physical appearance was not one to be ashamed of.

Another thing was that Sihtric has a tendency to suddenly sink his teeth in your skin whenever you were intimate, never drawing blood or piercing your flesh, but hard enough to leave a mark behind on your body that was more serious than a simple love bite. You also swore you saw his eyes glow every time you had sex, one a bright red and the other a piercing blue. It seemed so inhuman, but you told yourself it had to be a reflection of some sort which simply enhanced his heterochromia. And it often felt as if his nails became sharper during intercourse, leaving scratches all over your skin and tearing up the sheets as well, and he loved to drag his tongue over your body, which felt pleasantly smooth but sometimes larger than a human tongue could possibly be. Sihtric also loves to chase you around his house whenever you'd stay over, before capturing you and throwing you on his bed, where he'd fuck you like a feral beast for hours on end. 

He couldn't explain his needs and desires to you at the time, as he did not want to frighten you with the truth that he truly was a beast, and you just figured he was an intense lover. But once you knew the truth about him, everything just made sense. And as you were in love, you weren't necessarily frightened or worried, or even fully grasping the extent of what him being a werewolf meant. 

And you couldn't even begin to imagine the horrific sights you were to witness, or the terrible stories you would hear…

You walked hand in hand with Sihtric, over a lonely path that led through darkened woods you both knew all too well. The moon was waning, barely visible as she was almost renewed again. It was a quiet and late summer night, the air was mellow and you were dressed in a loose shirt and some shorts, while Sihtric wore a sleeveless top and long dark jeans. Most people were long asleep already, but you and Sihtric were a match made in heaven as you both enjoyed the dark and quietness after sunset, and with your werewolf lover by your side you felt as if you had nothing left to fear for.

Several weeks had passed since you had fully accepted your werewolf boyfriend, and you had never been more in love. But the horrors you were to face soon, as you strolled through the woods while stealing kisses and murmuring sweet nothings to each other in the dead of night as your hands were intertwined, were horrors you would never forget for as long as your heart would beat.

'You don't dare to say it,' you giggled as you moved swiftly between the thick trees, playfully running and hiding from your beloved, who would always find you with ease due to his werewolf senses. But that didn't make it any less fun for either of you.

'Yes, I do,' Sihtric laughed as he caught you in his strong arms, and he brought you down to the ground without flexing a single muscle.

He quickly climbed on top of you and leaned in, cupping your cheeks and softly nuzzling your nose lovingly, while his low chuckle made you lightheaded and your lips curled into a smitten smile. You smelled the earthy scent of the ground beneath you as you were pinned down by a man so much stronger than you, but Sihtric had you so enchanted that you didn't even care your clothes would become dirty or your hair messy, and you had never felt more safe than you did whenever your body was pressed against his.

'Then say it,' you quietly dared him again as your hands moved up in his long loose hair, and slowly raked through it to which he closed his eyes and smiled.

'I love you,' Sihtric whispered, lips faintly touching yours, 'I really do.'

Your breath hitched when you finally heard those words you had so dared him to speak, and you pulled him in, closing the last small distance that was left and your lips locked in the sweetest, yet most needy kiss possible.

'Say you love me,' Sihtric growled softly, smiling, and he gently headbutted you.

'I love you too,' you smiled and trailed your hands down his chest.

Sihtric dropped his head with a shy smile upon hearing you say it, overwhelmed with his feelings for you, which were of such force that it almost made it hard for him to breathe. But his bliss was only short lasting when he suddenly caught a scent, and he snapped his head up while his face was set serious and his mismatched eyes wide. He sat completely still, and you could see his ears wiggly faintly at something you couldn't hear.

'What?' you asked, confused while running your hands over his arms as you looked up at him, 'what is it?'

'The undead,' Sihtric said monotonically and perked up further.

'What?' you half laughed.

'The undead. I smell them.'

'Wait,' you chuckled nervously, 'you mean like… zombies?'

Sihtric scoffed lightly and shook his head.

'I wish it was zombies,' he said and pulled you up with him, 'but I mean vampires, love.'

Sihtric placed his hand on the small of your back, politely urging you to walk with him as he gradually increased his speed, wanting to bring you back home safely and far away from the scent that lingered in the air for him. But before you could make it out of the woods, you were already surrounded.

Sihtric's eyes darted over the pale and heartbeat-lacking creatures, his jaw clenched tightly while he held you in his arms and pressed firmly against him. You weren't all that up-to-date about werewolves and their rivals, but you knew like most people that vampires and lycanthropes never got along, and you clung onto your still human shaped boyfriend while one vampire stepped forward.

'Well, well,' the pale man laughed, 'a dog and it's human, and what an endearing pup you are!'

'What is it you want?' Sihtric cut to the point, 'because this is neutral ground, so there is no need for anyone to get harmed.'

'Well,' the master vampire scoffed, who looked old and ugly, 'your father killed my wife on neutral ground. So it is only fair if I return the favour and kill,' he paused and gestured at you, 'whatever she is to you.'

'I have nothing to do with what my father-'

'Ah!' the vampire exclaimed as he sniffed the air, ignoring Sihtric, 'such fresh human blood running through her veins, but sadly… not a virgin anymore. Oh, well,' the old vampire shrugged while the others grinned, 'I'll take her anyway. And sure, you may have nothing to do with your father, but you are still a werewolf of his tribe.'

'I'm not part of his tribe!' Sihtric hissed, 'I created my own.'

'But you're all the same, are you not?' the vampire spoke slowly as he crept closer, 'sneaking into houses at night… waking up defenceless mothers… asking if you can take their child away… and in their hazy and disorientated state they might just give their permission, and that's another snack earned easily, no? And, oh, how you wolves hypnotise those children, as well as the cattle of the same poor family, with just your gazes. And for what? For thinking the curse could be broken? Such foolish dogs you are…'

You listened carefully and shivered at the ideas the ancient one bestowed. You looked up at Sihtric, whose face did all but ease your fright that he could be a monster such as described. Sihtric looked away from you, as if ashamed, and he only swallowed hard in response to your gaze while he looked down at his feet. The vampire became aware of your horror, and was entertained at the idea that you would most likely be disgusted with your partner now, and he laughed.

'Oh, does she not know?' he asked Sihtric, darkly amused, 'does she also not know how you attacked the very first human you encountered in your wolf form, after your first transition? Or the other thing you have done to try and break your curse, hm? Because I know all about you, Sihtric Kjartansson, and I could tell your lovely lady here all about you.'

Sihtric suddenly snarled, and you flinched at the guttural sound as he held you protectively in his arms.

'Don't!' Sihtric bared his teeth at the vampire, 'don't you dare-'

'This beast,' the vampire mocked Sihtric and looked at you, 'has attacked numerous pregnant women in his life, yes, yes. For those silly Danish werewolves all believe that if they were to eat a fresh male foetus, thus slicing open a poor lady's womb with a single scratch of their claw to obtain the unborn child, their curse would be broken.'

You felt dizzy and sick to your stomach while the vampire snickered. You had no response, you only stared intently and quietly at the master, wishing that his words were all just lies and that Sihtric would never do such a monstrous thing or believe such a horrible superstition. And you felt Sihtric's chest heave up and down as he fought his urge to shift, while a roaring anger boiled inside of him and his arms around you became tighter, almost suffocating.

Sihtric never meant to hide his blooddrenched past from you, but it was something he was deeply ashamed of and knew it would most likely scare you away from him. He wanted to tell you everything about him, but in time. You had only just gotten used to the fact that he was a werewolf, and he intended on easing you into the awful secrets of his past, but now a truly dark page of his life was suddenly exposed to you. His early days as a young werewolf had been confusing, violent and bloody, as he had tried everything he possibly could to undo his first transformation. No matter how horrific it was, Sihtric tried everything, he even tried to undo his werewolf being by converting to Christianity at some point.

'And… did it work, wolf boy?' the elder snickered, 'killing those harmless women and eating their children?'

'Would you like to find out? You filthy fucking bloodsucker!' Sihtric threatened, and the vampires began to close in rapidly.

Sihtric shoved you behind him, and he bared his teeth at the vampires before he told you to run.

'Run and don't look back, whatever you hear,' he urged and gave you a light push, 'run home, and don't invite anyone in who might show up at your door.'

'I… I-,' you stammered, visibly shaking and still in shock after everything that had just happened, but Sihtric cut you off before you could say anything else.

'Run! Now!' he growled, and you did as you were told.

You turned and ran as fast as you possibly could to exit the woods, but when you heard the sudden sound of clothes being ripped at the seams and the awful sound of bones snapping, you stopped running. You turned to face Sihtric again while you were at a distance, and what you then witnessed couldn't be anything other than a nightmare. You saw how your boyfriend grew and ripped out of his clothes, and you heard his bones snap as he deformed and fell down on all fours. You watched and heard him grunt and growl, while every muscle in his body contracted until a sudden thick coat of fur appeared on his bare back and his face changed into that of a monstrous being. Your eyes grew wide at the horrific sight of the half man-half wolf, who had told you he loved you only moments ago. And you felt sick at the sight of his blooded claws and those sharp teeth, remembering how he had used those to devour humans and cattle with. Those same hands that had caressed you and those same teeth he had dragged over your naked body, only so carefully and full of love, unlike what he had used them for on others.

You saw how Sihtric got up on his back legs, being twice his human size and towering over the vampires like an optical illusion. His muscular torso was still recognisable, even with the thin layer of black fur covering it now. And he was a… a beast. A foul creature of the night! And yet he still had enough human traits that you recognised your boyfriend in the murderous animal in the distance. You opened your mouth as you wanted to scream at the terrifying sight, but no sound ever left your throat as you watched the horror unfold while you were nailed to the ground.

The vampires had long forgotten about you, they'd rather slaughter a werewolf than drink the blood of a polluted human who had slept with their enemy. And you then heard Sihtric's deafening and bone chilling howl echoing through the dark night as he threw his head back, and he raised his massive arms and began to swing at the vampires who dared to take their chance. You heard the nauseating sound of claws ripping through flesh and the splattering of blood against the thick trees, and the sight of limbs being ripped and torn off was a terror you would never forget, while the bone crunching sound of it made you fall to your knees, and you retched as you began to cry.

And after you had witnessed half of the vampire massacre, which seemed to happen in slow motion while in reality it all went so fast, Sihtric snapped his head towards you, and he snarled loudly at you before he was jumped by the remaining vampires. His snarl was so heavy and frightening that it rumbled through the air and made you jump up, and you began to run again as fast as your legs allowed. And as the tears rolled down your face while you ran, you covered your ears upon hearing what sounded like a dog wince and cry in pain. You knew the heartbreaking noise came from Sihtric, but you were too afraid to look back, so you ran home…

You weren't sure how much time had passed after you had reached your home and locked the doors behind you with blind panic. You only remembered running upstairs, to your bedroom, where you threw up and fainted once you sat down on your bed, not having closed your bedroom window.

You were woken up sometime later, the sky outside still dark while the streets were quiet, and you slightly raised your head up when a sudden sense of dread alarmed you. You held your breath once you caught a foul whiff of the smell of blood and flesh, and you slowly turned to face the nightmare that stood in your room, which had climbed in through your window and had shredded your curtains. You cowered at the shadowy sight of your werewolf boyfriend towering over you as he stood at the end of your bed, and you began to cry for help. Sihtric then whined and backed off, throwing his large, hairy and clawed hands up to show you he meant no harm, but he also understood you were terrified of him as you hid your face behind your hands while you muttered something that sounded like a prayer.

Sihtric was too ashamed to shift back to his human form, he couldn't possibly face you as himself, but he knew he also couldn't keep his current shape. So he crouched down and, out of your sight, shifted from his horrible werewolf figure into that of a large black coated wolf. He then carefully moved closer and climbed on your bed. You yelped and flinched at his first touch; a light headbutt to your shoulder to gain your attention, and you then slowly lowered your hands and saw the monster was no longer there anymore. Instead, there was a beautiful big black wolf staring at you, with the big and recognisable mismatched puppy dog eyes of the man you loved, and a calming sensation seemed to wash over you.

You sniffled and backed away at first when you felt his tongue wipe away your tears, but you believed he meant well and allowed him to come closer again. Sihtric headbutted you once more, lovingly, and he then wrapped his front legs around you and pushed you to lay down. You turned to face him, and you couldn't stop yourself from grabbing onto his thick fur and burying your face in it as you began to cry again. 'Sihtric,' was all you could whisper, to which he whined softly. Sihtric was heartbroken to see you like this and knowing he was the cause of it all, and he pulled you in closer with his paws. He used his big, soft and bushy black tail as a security blanket, enveloping you whole while he held you tightly wrapped in his front legs, with his big fluffy wolf head resting on top of yours.

You were safe.

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[gingerteafairy]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

He's strong enough to survive any temptation.

tags n warnings: kit walker x fem!reader, fiance!kit, menace!reader, religion, marriage, suggestive, breeding kink. word count: +800. masterlist

Kit Walker was a strong man. That alone was enough to convince your father to finally accept that you were in a serious relationship with another man. Kit wasn’t religious, but he was a man of faith and courage—qualities that helped him rise above the cruel whispers about him in town. Divorced at twenty-six, with a Mustang and a sultry Southern drawl. A recipe for temptation.

But Kit was strong enough not to listen to the gossip. Strong enough to be the best man he could for you. He went to church every Sunday in a suit and tie, earning your father’s reluctant respect. At some point, your family seemed to like Kit even more than they liked you. It wasn’t surprising. Kit was perfect.

You were not. You never had been.

You were like a storm that your parents soon knew they couldn't control. Teasing Kit became a routine. Mini skirts, tiny bikinis in the summer, increasing the number of popsicles and lollipops you consumed in front of him, making sure you made piercing eye contact.

Maybe your parents hoped Kit would guide you back to the right path. But you loved him despite everything. Because of everything. Each day, the feeling only grew, making it unbearable to be away from him, to be without his touch on your skin.

It was late when Kit’s Mustang rolled to a stop in front of your house. The engine hummed softly before cutting off, and the night grew silent. He stepped out first, moving with effortless confidence as he walked around and opened the door for you—just like he always did. You slid out, smoothing down the hem of your short skirt while he shut the door behind you. The two of you walked toward the garage, your footsteps quiet against the pavement.

Inside, the house was dark, hushed. Everyone was asleep. “I think I’ll just stay here for a bit,” Kit murmured as he stepped inside, his voice low. “Don’t wanna wake ‘em up.”

“Stay with me a little longer,” you pleaded, pouting slightly as you took his hands in yours, your fingers lacing together.

He exhaled softly, giving you a look that made your heart flutter and sink at the same time. “My sweet girl,” he whispered, gently pulling his hands away. “You know I can’t.”

“But why?” you asked, tilting your head in feigned innocence as you inched closer.

His lips twitched, a knowing smirk playing on them. “You’ll end up pregnant,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

A shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t a secret how much you admired his beauty. He looked like he had been sculpted by the hands of a master artist, a gift from God Himself. But your desire for him was far from holy.

Kit let out a quiet chuckle, stepping closer until the warmth of his body enveloped you. He lifted your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?” he inquired, voice deep and teasing. “You didn’t think I was innocent, did you?”

You swallowed, trying to steady your breath. “No… I just—” You took a step back instinctively, only to find yourself pressed against the wall. He didn’t move away. “Kit, my parents—”

His smirk deepened. “Feeling shy now?” he taunted, his voice laced with amusement. He leaned in, pressing slow, lingering kisses to both corners of your lips. You barely had time to catch your breath before he spoke again, voice like velvet and sin.

“You didn’t seem so shy these past few months.” His fingers traced a slow path down your arm, igniting goosebumps in their wake. His eyes darkened, sharp and unreadable. “What’s changed now?”

You fell silent, your mind blank. You had no idea what to say—what could you say? Kit had changed completely. What you didn’t know was that there was a beast inside him, one that grew stronger with each passing encounter. It tormented him, gnawed at him, left him restless and desperate. He studied you for a moment, his gaze unreadable, before leaning in close—so close you could feel his breath ghosting over your ear.

“If you knew we were getting married next week,” he whispered, voice low and teasing, “you wouldn’t be so anxious.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Your hand flew to your mouth, stifling the silent gasp that escaped you. Surprise, excitement, fear—all crashing into you at once, a whirlwind of emotion you couldn’t control.

“Kit… what do you mean?” your voice was barely above a whisper. “My father—how did you—?”

“Simple, darlin’,” he chuckled, pulling back just enough so his lips brushed against yours as he murmured, “I’m a strong man.”

And then he stepped away. This time, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving you standing there, stunned, breathless. You barely had time to process what was happening before your body moved on its own, following him outside in a daze.

He stopped at the doorway, one hand on the knob, before suddenly turning back. His eyes burned into yours for a brief moment—then his lips crashed against yours in a kiss so deep it stole the air from your lungs.

“Get ready,” he warned, gripping your waist possessively. “Next week, you’re not running from me.”

[notgonnaedit]

Healer's Love

A Different Approach

Summary: Six months after Eriadu, the remainder of the squad struggles to be whole as they fight for their right to be a family.

Pairing: Bad Batch x Teen!OFC (clones being good brothers/dads)

Chapter summary: Omega, Crosshair, and Batcher make their way home.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, feels, crying (If I miss a tag LMK)

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Omega huffed as she stared at the crashed ship in front of her. "This will take forever to repair."

The top had been ripped off during their crash landing, and the engine was smoking. Batcher whined and jumped out, pacing the bare ground.

"No. There's no time for that," Crosshair said.

Omega turned to look at him. "We need to get the nav reader online to extract the coordinates to Tantiss for when we go back."

The sniper left the ship, backpack over his shoulders. "We're not going back."

Omega stood. "We left the other prisoners behind."

"And the Empire is going to be searching for this ship and us. We have to move. I scanned a spaceport a few clicks east. We'll start there."

Omega sighed. Her breath frosted in the air. It was cold on this planet. She jumped out and followed Crosshair, Batcher with them.

                        •°•°•°•°•

Omega held Batcher to her side as she and Crosshair hid behind a pillar from a few stormtroopers.

"Empire couldn't have followed us here that quickly," she whispered.

"They didn't," Crosshair told her. "That's a standard patrol presence."

The girl furrowed her brow. "Okay. So, let's find a way to send a message to Hunter, Wrecker, and Althea."

Crosshair looked at her. "We can't. They monitor long-range comms. It'll give us away. We'll have to figure out something else."

He took a step forward into the open, but Omega grabbed him. "Wait. We can't walk around like this." She gestured to their prison garb. "We'll draw too much attention."

"You're the one who wanted to bring the hound." Crosshair pointed out.

Batcher whined a nuzzled Omega. The blonde scoffed and scratched the beast's neck. "Don't listen to him. Come on."

Omega ran down the street, Crosshair following soon after. The girl snagged some clothes off a laundry line that were warm and would disguise them. Then, they went to the space port.

Crosshair wanted to storm the place, but Omega had a different idea.

"Hello." She approached the clerk. "We'd like two tickets on the next shuttle, please."

"Chain codes?" He asked.

"About that. We lost our chain codes," the girl lied.

"No chain codes, no passage."

Omega hummed. "Right. But you see, a problem for us could be an opportunity for you if, say, you knew of an alternate way–" she rubbed her fingers together. "–of booking passage without a chain code?"

The clerk leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Are you insinuating that I should take a bribe?"

"If that's what you want to call it." Omega smirked.

"I do. And that could be arranged... for 15,000 credits."

The girl blew out a breath. "For two tickets??"

"Per ticket. And it's nonnegotiable. You're lucky I'm not charging extra for the creature."

"Where do you expect us to get 30,000 credits?" Omega asked.

The clerk folded his arms. "Sounds like a you problem. Don't come back without the credits."

Omega sighed and turned around, walking back to Crosshair.

"Well, that went well," he said.

"Stow it."

                        •°•°•°•°•°•°•

Crosshair didn't know how Omega planned on getting 30,000 credits, but he sure wasn't expecting her to gamble for them. He definitely wasn't expecting her to actually get the money too.

But then an Imperial walked in. An officer. Crosshair coughed to signal Omega. The girl made no sign of acknowledgement.

She looked to the Trandoshan she was playing with, who was begging for another game. 

"I think I'll quit while I'm ahead," she said, gathering her funds.

But the Imperial walked over to her. "Leaving so soon?" He jerked his head at the Trandoshan. "You're in my seat."

He groaned and left. Omega eyed the new man warily.

"So, you think you're good at this game?" He asked. "Want to try against a, uh, real opponent? I insist."

Omega, realizing she didn't have a choice, conceded.

Batcher growled at the man, rightfully so.

"Your mutt don't seem to like me," he said as they played.

Omega didn't look up from her cards. "She's harmless."

"She's a distraction. Get rid of her."

Omega knew there was no negotiating with this guy. She nodded to Crosshair, who clicked his tongue to get the dog to come.

"Never seen you or your dad around before," the Imp mused.

"We're just passing through," the girl told him.

He laid down a card, and the crowd became more attentive.

"Looks like the captain is heading towards a victory," the bartender droid noted.

"Eh, I'll admit, you're not bad. But you seem to have misunderstood your enemy." The captain smirked.

"Did I?" Omega laid down three colorful cards. It was her turn to smirk.

"The three Eastern Stars," the droid announced. "That is game over."

"I'll take those 20,000 credits," Omega said.

A stormtrooper walked over, but the captain waved him off. "I concede. You beat me fair and square. Nicely played."

Omega smiled as he walked away. "Thanks." She scooped her winnings into her bag and walked over to Crosshair. They were home free.

Or so they thought. "Now, hang on a minute," the Imperial said, stopping them. "We're not done here. You haven't paid your fine."

Omega furrowed her brow. "What fine?"

"Gambling's illegal in these parts."

"What?" Crosshair snarled.

"The law is the law," said the captain. "Now, all you gotta do is pay the fine. And I'll be on my way."

"How much?" Omega asked.

"Ten thousand credits. Unless you prefer to be arrested instead."

Omega conceded, shoving the required money into his hand.

"Excellent. Consider your fine paid in full. Try and stay out of trouble."

Omega sighed as he walked away. "Let's get out of here."

Crosshair stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "How many credits do we have left?"

She checked her bag. "Thirty-five thousand. Enough for two tickets on the shuttle and a little extra."

                        •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

They never did end up using those credits. The slimy Imperial had taken Batcher, and Omega refused to leave without her. In the end, they did Crosshair's plan and blasted their way out, stealing a ship in the process.

Omega piloted through hyperspace, Batcher sitting at her feet.

"The Empire will be able to track this vessel," Crosshair told her. "We need to ditch it."

The girl nodded. "We will. I'm heading to a remote location, and I sent a coded transmission for Hunter, Thea, and Wrecker to meet us there."

Batcher whined at her feet. A sinking feeling settled in Crosshair's stomach. "Omega," he said slowly. "It's... It's been months. You don't know if they're still aliv–"

"They'll be there." The determination in her eyes... She was so sure.

Omega dropped the ship from hyperspace, flying to a grey moon. On the surface was something she wasn't sure she would ever see again.

The Havoc Marauder.

She landed the ship and went out to the ramp. Then she saw them.

Wrecker and Althea stood in the door. The older teen's hair was shorter, but her eyes were the same.

"Now, there's a sight!" Wrecker shouted.

Omega couldn't hold back her tears. "Wrecker! Thea!"

They ran for each other, finally embracing. Wrecker scooped up both girls in the tight hug spinning them around. When he set them down, Althea held Omeha close.

"I wasn't even sure your message was real," she murmured. She chuckled tearfully, tugging at Omega's curls tied back. "You changed your hair."

Omega laughed, tears rolling down her cheeks. "So did you!"

Wrecker knelt down, pulling them all together.

"I knew you'd show up," Omega sniffed.

Wrecker pulled away, wiping his eyes. "We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you."

"Five."

Omega looked behind her brother to see another standing in the ship. "But you're the one who found us."

Omega took a step forward, then another, and before she knew it she was running into Hunter's arms. 

The tracker ran down the steps, skipping some to get to her faster. She collapsed into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Hunter held her close, cradling her head against him. "We missed you, kid. We never stopped searching." He had to tell her. She had to know they never gave up on her. That their fruitless attempts were not for lack of effort.

Omega sobbed into his neck, her breaths shuddering when she finally pulled away. Hunter brushed her hair – which was now as long as his – out of her eyes. Her face was dirty, the only clean parts being the streaks from tears.

Hunter rested his hands on her shoulders. As happy as he was to see her, a nagging question rose.

"But how did you escape?"

Omega chuckled. "I had help."

Then, Hunter saw him. From the ship Omega arrived in stood a familiar figure. Hunter rose to his feet, his instincts screaming to get the girls behind him.

Crosshair had come too.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ooo omg I had an idea come to me while at work (lol)-

It’s a Tangerine x fem!civilian!reader where it’s inspired by Beauty and the Beast. So maybe Y/n’s not so great boyfriend screwed the twins over a lot of money, and won’t pay it back, so the Twins go after him. They’re going through the dude’s house and Y/n happens to walk in the front door while they’re sneaking around the house. Their plan kinda takes a sharp turn when they abruptly (and somewhat accidentally) turn it into a ransom sort of situation… But like, they really don’t usually involve innocent people, so they’re kinda fumbling about it, and also being uncharacteristically (for abductors) sweet and gentlemenly (while poor Y/n is terrified and honestly has no clue what’s happening). Like they’re constantly asking if she needs water, if she wants a snack, if she needs extra blankets extra pillows, etc… It’s honestly like she’s being doted on☠️ Anyways, Tangerine and Y/n bond over him and Lem’s huge library, and they do catch feelings for each other. Tan, feeling really bad, let’s Y/n go even though her bad bf still hasn’t payed them back… A few months later, Y/n finds herself knocking on Tan and Lem’s door being she missed them and she has feelings for Tan🥺 Y/n throwing herself into Tan’s arms the second he opens the door🤧

hii angel!! im so sorry this has taken so long, idk why but I really struggled to write this😭 been doing it for weeks and couldn’t get it write, not even sure if I like it now. but thank you for you patience and forever good ideas. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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tangerine x f reader

wc || 1288

warnings || none? bad writing lol

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After a long day, there was only one thing you wanted, and that was to flop onto the sofa and forget about your shitty day. Twisting the key in the front door, you make a beeline straight to the couch, immediately slumping into the soft cushions as you kick off your shoes. 

You hear a couple of unexpected scruffles from the room above you that instantly catches your attention. You knew you weren't hearing things because the sounds were clear as day, two sets of what seemed to be masculine footsteps pacing in your bedroom. 

You wanted to call for help, but when you saw your bag and phone on the stairs, you knew you couldn't retrieve it without alerting the intruders upstairs. Slowly sitting up, you glance around the room for possible weapons you could use to protect yourself with. Your eyes land on the fire iron beside the fireplace, so you steadily make your way over, crawling quietly along the floor.

You reach for the fire poker with unsteady fingers, hands practically shaking as they snake around the handle, pulling it from the hook. All the fear makes itself known when you accidentally hit another tool, clattering and echoing as it falls to the floor. Your eyes bug in panic, extending the makeshift weapon towards the stairs as you cower behind it.

"Who's down there?" one of the voices shouts.

"I swear to fuck, if it's that knob, I tell ya..." the other says, loud enough for you to hear.

Within a few seconds, there's a stampede of footsteps as they rush down the stairs.

"You're not--?" the moustached man says, looking perplexed as he turns to his partner. 

"What the fuck-" the other says, staring at you in confusion. 

"Please, I don't want any trouble," you offer, dropping the tool, showing your palms as if to show your innocence. "Just take what you want,"

"Don't worry-- we uh-- we ain't gonna rob ya," the first man says, slowly making his way over with his hands in the air. 

"We're just looking for someone. You ain't seen him by any chance?" 

"No, no, I don't know-" you stammer, your frightened eyes glancing around the room for escape routes. 

"Here," one of the Englishmen says, slipping his hand into his pocket. He eases you with a smile when he sees you flinch. "It's just a phone. It's okay. We ain't gonna hurt ya," he turns to screen to you, slowly making his way over so as not to startle you further. "We're after him, he uh-- he owes us a tidy sum of money,"

Staring at the picture, your eyes bug. 

"What's that face? You know him?" the other asks, watching your expressions from across the room. He snaps his fingers when he sees your face turn blank, looking like you're stuck in thought.

"Um... yeah, but please don't hurt me. I had no idea. How much? How much money?" you meekly ask, avoiding their gaze.

"Five hundred,"

"Can I just pay you? Then-- then it can all be over?"

"... thousand," the other adds.

"Fuck..." you mumble, frustratedly running your fingers through your hair. "I don't-- I don't know what to do,"

"You know where we can find him?"

"No, he... doesn't tell me. He leaves randomly... for weeks at a time. He... he just disappears," 

"Does he live here?" 

"No, this is my place. He just stays here sometimes,"

The moustached man turns back to his partner. Whispering. "What a dick," he faces you again before pulling his friend to the side. "We'll be right back," 

You couldn't hear much of their conversation with your heartbeat thumping in your ears, but by the looks on their faces, they were at a loss, confused even, like they didn't know what to do with you. 

They return shortly after with wry grins, awkwardly making their way over to you. "We ain't gotta scooby what to do," one of them says, chuckling. "Do-do you want anything to eat? You hungry? Thirsty?" 

You shake your head no, sitting back on the sofa with your head in hands.

"We can order some food? Our treat?"

"No, thanks," you say, your tone still wary.

"We can't keep her, mate. It ain't fair," the moustached man quietly says, occasionally glancing at you. 

"The money, bruv. He's gonna turn up," the other bribes, smacking his friend on the chest.

"Mate... look at her. She's scared shitless. We should just let her go," he sighs.

"Dude... catching feelings or some shit?"

"No," he instantly blurts out, avoiding your gaze. "We... we don't know where that twat is. I'm tired. I'm bored, hungry, and fed up. Let's just go," he persuades, nudging his friend along. 

"Alright, fine, you stay here, imma go call about," he sighs, walking out of the room.

The seemingly friendly moustached man makes his way over to you, crouching in front of you. His features are soft and gentle. "Hey," he says, his tone tender. "We're really sorry you got caught up in this shitshow, y'know? It weren't meant to be like this," he says, speaking with sincerity.

"It's alright," you nod, meeting his gaze. "Was bound to happen sometime," you chuckle, making a poor attempt at a joke. "The dudes a... the dudes a waste of space," sighing, momentarily averting from his focused gaze.

"Yeah..." he softly chuckles, placing a warm hand on your knee to stop your jittering leg. "You don't need to be afraid. We ain't gonna hurt ya," he softly smiles, tapping your leg. "We're gonna head off. Again, we're really sorry for all this,"

"Wait, I didn't get your name," you say, glancing up to look at him.

"Call me Tangerine," he sheepishly grins, slightly groaning as he stands. "Despite the shitty circumstance, it was nice to meet you," he chuckles, awkwardly scratching his neck as he walks away.

You turn around, your gaze following him. "It was nice to meet you, Tangerine," you smile.  

-

Ever since the 'robbery' a few months back, there has only been one persistent thought in your brain, and it was Tangerine. Even though you met the way you did, you couldn't help how regularly you thought of him, how you'd find yourself wondering how he was doing, what he was up to or where he was.

Since then, you've been on a mission to find your way back to him, doing everything you could to see him again. Some may think it's insane, and maybe you did too, but you honestly did not care. You desperately wanted to see him again, and you hoped he felt the same way.

You were starting to lose hope, slowly but surely running out of faith, but then you see the back of a person, a man who has been in your mind for the last four months.

You felt your chest tighten and heart thump as you watch the man cross the road in front of you. You immediately pull onto the curb, turn off the engine and jump out of your car. Running through the amber light, you chase after him. As embarrassing as it felt, you weren't sure you cared enough. 

"Tangerine?" you pant, finally catching up to him. 

"What- oh my god. It's you?" he grins.

You didn't even need to think. You instantly wrap your arms around him, tightly hugging him. "Hi," you say, your words muffle into his chest. "Sorry," you smile, pulling away, looking awkward.

"No, no, don't be," he widely smiles. "I didn't think I'd see you again,"

"Me neither," you grin with your hand on your chest to subdue your heavy breathing.

"You uh- got time for a drink?" he asks, gazing at you.

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[wendyslegalwife]

i saw you write for mamamoo

could i request fluff with moonbyul 🥺🥺🥺 clingy moonbyul being super charismatic and cool until shes with reader

Sorry I've kept you waiting for so long here you go anonie😔🙏🩵

★moon!byulxf!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

------------- Fic under the cut

★ You and byul met at a salon when she was getting her hair done for their latest comeback illela, she was busy texting with wheein on her phone not until you stepped in the salon her head turned automatically as she thought it was wheein since she was expecting her. But when she turned her head she saw a beautiful girl not to tall just average, long wavy golden brown hair, fair skin.. oh she was loving this.

You sat down to get a trim and she stared at you for a good while before she snapped out of it when wheein called her on the phone saying she couldn't come because ggomo was having stomach problems. Moonbyul texted back then stood up and there she approaches you and there it all began.

She's been courting you for over 9 months and after all that effort you finally gave her that sweet yes, you started having dates with her going anywhere you'd like. She'd always spoil you with the best of everything that you want, anything for her princess.

Moonbyul was a beast and a very cool idol onstage showing off her charisma and charms to her moomoo's (mamamoo's fandom name) but you can't help but find it cute whenever she came home and caught you watching one of those cool and charismatic compilations of her stage performances she gets all shy and too embarrassmed to even speak.

But you always reassured her that she was doing great and that she isn't supposed to be embarrassmed at all, after all she's your little hamster right? Of course she is.

One morning you woke up, trying to snuggle closer to your beloved but then blinked your eyes open seeing that you were hugging nothing but air. You immediately took your phone without hesitation seeing if moonbyul left a note or text on your phone on why she had left so early in the morning.

You unlock your phone with you thumb print scrolling immediately to your text messages, you see her text and opened.

"hey my pumpkin, sorry I left you so early I had to go to the conpany to practice for my upcoming tour, I'll be home by 5:30 okay? I love you! Don't forget to stay hydrated and eat breakfast. I prepared your favorite, and there's boba in the fridge, with pearls of course! Love you mwa mwa gtg🩵🩷"

You smiled feeling happy on how thoughtful your girlfriend is. You got up from your bed and fixed the sheets and pillows before walking out of the room entering the kitchen to eat breakfast. While eating breakfast you read a few articles online about moonbyul's upcoming tour in Asia and you had never felt so happy and proud for your lover.

After eating breakfast you rested on the couch by watching mamamoo's new music video and moonbyul's new song. You finished them both and immediately went into the bathroom to take a shower, after you took a shower a strawberry scent lingers, as the scent flows across the room which byul loved.

Lying down on the couch you can't help but feel bored doing nothing much but cleaning and preparing food for the both of you. Then a bright idea came in mind, you decided to go to byul's company to surprise her. You were never prohibited to go there you just didn't feel like going because of dispatch.

Everybody had already knew about your relationship with byul, moomoo's were extremely happy and some k-netz weren't since you knew how much of a homophobic country korea is. You just didn't give a fuck at this point and immediately went to her company building as you rode a taxi cab.

You paid the driver and immediately went inside the company, there you see purple kiss as they greet you with a smile waving to you happily, you waved back before you went inside the elevator. On the third floor your eyes meet a long hallway, you look for byul's room which had her name on it.

Your eyes rested upon seeing wheein, you greeted her with a hi and embraced the small woman, "hey wheein-ah where are you headed?" You ask, "Oh to byul's practice she said she would wanted the members see how she's doing. Hwasa and solar will follow along just them being late." Wheein scoffed feeling annoyed.

"alright let's go in then!" You both entered the room and there you saw your girlfriend doing well as she dances with power and cool moves. You sat down beside wheein and you both chatted for a bit, "How's being moonbyul's girlfriend hm?", "it's amazing, she's everything I've dreamt of" Wheein smiles. "I bet she teases you a lot!" You laugh softly, "oh no she won't she can't stand up against me!" You said jokingly.

After quite awhile byul had finally finished practicing and finally noticed you! She immediately went to hug you but you push her away, "oh get away stinky!" You say, byul pouts sadly and does aegyo out of nowhere. Wheein was flabbergasted as she had never seen this side of byul "gosh byul unnie that's very disgusting of you.." Wheein makes a disgusted face.

The two bicker for awhile and you just laughed the whole time not doing anything, what a sweet girlfriend you are. Then the other two members finally enter hwasa and solar. "What's going on with you two?" Solar asks her eyebrows raising, forehead furrowing. "Byul was doing aegyo and wheein got annoyed.." you said, "Correction y/n I'm disgusted." "You say that like you didn't just do aegyo infront of ggomo?? A cat??" Hwasa just laughs seeing the two bicker.

"whatever I'm just here to watch byul practice" Hwasa scoffs as she sat down beside wheein, solar followed along and sat down beside you. Byul stomps her feet feeling annoyed by her members, "I wanna go home!" Byul exclaims. "Okay let's go home then," you said. "It's just another hour byul come on!!" Solar spoke loudly.

And with that moonbyul continued to practice for another hour having fun with you and her group members. After an hour passed by everyone said their goodbyes to byul except for you because you will be taking her home with you, you both got out of the building and drove home.

Byul wouldn't stop stomping and pouting the whole ride because she was so annoyed by how her members teased her so much to you, she kept stomping her feet on the car floor till you noticed her. Your little hamster loves the attention, "baby stop stomping your feet okay?" Moonbyul lets out a whine which you found cute. "Byul-ah if you don't behave I won't spoon you later." Her eyes widens hearing that you won't spoon her, "But! I was just annoyed..." You roll your eyes at her childishness. "Okay looks like no spooning then."

You park your car and both hop out of it, as you were opening the door byul embraces you from behind, "please baby I'm sorry for misbehaving:<" Using her little puppy face just so you could forgive her. "Alright fine since your such a cutie, let's go eat dinner now okay?" She nods and you entered your home.

You both enjoyed eating together having fun, sharing laughters, secrets, funny moments, sad moments, exchanging I love you's to eachother. Just living the moment filled with love and happiness.

Playing with the bubbles while you both washed the dishes and laughed at how ridiculous you both looked, but no amount of ridiculousness could defeat your strong love for eachother.

After a long day of byul's practice you take care of her like your own child, preparing a bath for her, soothing any pain from her body, giving her lots of smooches and teasing her often.

"byul-ah are you done?" Byul shouts out yes and with that she gets out of the bath her body covered in towel cloth, she removes the towel wrapped around her body and lays down on the bed facing the pillow. You sat ontop of her thighs and began to massage her back, "where does it hurt baby? Here?" You knead her lower back and she lets out a small "yes".

You massage her for awhile before you freshen her up by brushing her long hair, applying skincare on her face and lotion allover her body. She loves being taken care by you, no wonder why she acts like such a big baby when it's just the two of you.

She comes out of the bathroom wearing her pyjamas as she jumps on the bed and immediately embraces you, you smiled as you spooned her. Despite byul being the taller and bigger in the relationship she likes being spooned more.

"goodnight baby, I love you byul." You placed a soft kiss on her forehead before you went to dreamland, she smiles and places a soft kiss onto your lips and says, "I love you more y/n-ah.. sleep well my beauty." And there you both fell into deep slumber, asleep in eachother's arms.

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I hope you like it anonie^^ - wendyslegalwife🩵

[therealtruealiyah]

NOVA - the enlivening

Raine stirred slightly, engulfed in her Egyptian cottoned white blanket on her extra wide bed. She reached to the other side of her bed only to find it empty and cold like before. Raine blinked sleep out of her eyes as she realized her predicament. She was all alone — and what's worse... Nova was gone.

Raine sat upright in her bed and threw her face into her hands.

"God, I'm so stupid!" She exclaimed to herself. After a few minutes of attempting to compose herself, Raine got out of bed and began making it.

Back to business as usual. She thought, fluffing the final pillow in her set. Just then, a note on her nightstand caught her eye. With wide, hopeful eyes, she lunged for it and began reading.

Raine sat on the edge of her bed holding the note to her chest. There were a lot of emotions rushing through her at once. Some were strong and definite and the others, she couldn't quite gauge. One thing was for sure, though... Nova had completely changed Raine's life. She knew that she’d never be able to carry on without her and she was perfectly ok with that.

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Raine had it bad. Every time she heard the front door's bell, she rushed into view of it to see if it were Nova. But it never was and that royally fucked her up.

"Welcome to The Ridge." She would greet the strangers in monotone with zero percent of enthusiasm. This was unlike Raine. Before yesterday, she was the most energetic, upbeat person that Mr. And Mrs. Ridgemore has ever placed upon their payroll. They were damn proud of it, too, as they named her employee of the month for eight months in a row.

"What's going on with you today, Rai?" Raine's co-worker and good friend, Chantel Moore nudged her gently in the side, halfway snapping Raine out of her funk.

"I just... got a lot on my mind." Raine mumbled, busying herself by refolding the same display of polo shirts for the third time today.

"I see that. You've been folding these shirts for half an hour now." Chantel joked. "Tell me what's going on."

"Okay, but you have to promise not to judge me." Raine turned to her friend with pleading eyes.

"I promise I won't judge you. I'm here to support you." She placed her right hand over her heart and lifted her left hand up to the gods as a symbol of trust and truth.

"So, last night, while I'm cleaning and getting ready to head out, I hear someone enter the shop and immediately I'm like shit, I didn't lock the door. I walk up and, I shit you not, the most..." Raine sighed with heavy adoration, "gorgeous being I have ever seen is standing within 15 feet of me."

"So, naturally, you froze." Chantel chimed in.

"I froze, Chantel. She was so tall and beautiful and intimidating!"

"And that turned you on."

"Ugh! You cannot begin to comprehend how turned on I was! And I felt so wrong about it because I didn't know this woman and I was already feeling all of these— things."

"Naughty things?" Chantel cocked a playful eyebrow and leaned closer, invested.

"We went to Luigi's and had an absolute blast! But then, we went back to my place..." Raine trailed off, looking at Chantel expectantly. Immediately, Chantel's jaw dropped, her mouth forming into a smile.

"You didn't!" She hit Raine gently on the arm.

"It was the most amazing night ever. Nothing I have ever experienced can compare to the way she made me feel."

"Ohhh! So that's why you've been pouting at the door every time it opened! You've got the fever!" Chantel teased.

"Oh, come on, I do not have the fever." Raine lied. She knew she had it and she had it bad. She needed more of Nova.

More of her touch.

More of her kiss.

More of her everything.

Raine was obsessed with the sublime magical beast she had only met less than twenty-four hours ago. She craved more.

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Later that night, when Chantel and her other coworkers went home and the store was now closed, there Raine remained with the front door unlocked hoping that she'd walk through it once again.

It was now fifteen minutes past 9, an hour fifteen past closing, and Raine was just about ready to call it quits. With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Raine cut off the lights and made for the exit. Then is when it happened... the door swung open. Raine's heart picked up speed, for the door seemed have been swinging in slow motion. The world around her warped to a blurring halt as the person opening the door came into view.

"Hello, my love." Nova grinned. "Have you missed me?"

There she was. Her hopes, her anticipation, her super Nova— In the flesh.

[lostlotus-a]

Red Hands, or Blue? (Warning: Mentions of blood, Violence, Death)

(Listen while reading for better immersion)

I ran along the dark streets of Manhattan. The streetlights were all on and made my eyes hurt. My breath was white from all the coldness of winter. I never looked back. The sirens ringing behind me was getting smaller and smaller until I couldn't hear them at all.

It was complete silence. I went into a nearby alley and caught my breath. I didn't know where to go, I was all alone without anybody else. I had nowhere to go, nothing else to hold onto. It was cold and I had nothing warm in my grasp, hell, not even myself was warm. I was far, very far from being warm.

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I was known as the only one who can always cross the line of brutality and never get caught. I was seemingly... a well-known criminal, known well by the dark corners of Manhattan. I actually had a good family but when my wife knew my 'real self' that I tried to hide from her so badly... She left me without a word. A few months had passed from her leaving, and I was now here, caught by Evan.

"Well, sorry for tying you up, but I think you... hurt one of my friends, and I had to do this for him."

There was a group that grasped the whole dark society. Respria. Their leader, Evan, 'hired' me to deal with his problems for a while, then he just let me go on and live my life. Then some time later, I had an argument with him.

"I already told you that you shouldn't mess with me, Henry. You know who I am, since you've worked with me for quite a long time. And I thought that was enough time for you to understand me. Or was I wrong?"

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I got into a fight with one of the trusted men of Respria, at a small bar. To defend myself, it wasn't totally my fault since he was the one to spit at me and punch my face. And I'm not short-tempered but... I lost it when he kicked me and talked about my wife, that he actually killed her. I didn't think about holding back anything.

After some time of beating him up, when I calmed down, all the people at the bar were looking at me. And when I looked down there was something red, blood on my hands. And no, it wasn't a symbolism or anything. It really was literal blood of the man. I punched him until he bled. I lost myself so much. When I looked at the man's face, which was almost mangled at that time... The realisation struck me at the back. 'Oh, I did it again.' It didn't really feel bad though. It was rather... good. Nobody called the police and they all frose there in fear, looking at me as if I was some monster or beast.

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"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I am."

"You messed with the wrong person. You should pay for that, right?"

"I am afraid that... I shouldn't be messed with too, just like you. You know who I am. Even you won't be able to stop me then, I assure you."

"Well yes I do, of course. You're The Red Hands of Manhattan... or whatever those assholes call you as. But tell me,"

The leader slowly walked towards me and firmly grabbed my neck with his gloved hands.

"Do you even regret it? What you've done to him?"

I couldn't answer him. When if I say the truth I will die or go through something terrible. Even if I lie I had a scarce chance of getting out alive. The leader let go of my neck then came closer to me and stared into my eyes.

"... No, just forget about what I've said. Anyways, I should tell you a secret since you've helped me for so long..."

He turned back and grabbed something that was on the wooden table. Probably was a knife, now I had no choice. Right behind me was a door.

"Actually, I got rid of her myself."

I was on the verge of losing it again. I could hear my teeth grit.

"She knew too much about us. She was a journalist, right? Poor Percy dug in too deep. Do you want to know about her last words? ... She said 'Please help me, Henry'."

That's when I lost it. I failed to protect my wife. It was because of me. Because I was a criminal. I didn't know she would get hurt. Maybe deep within I knew it but tried to hide that feeling. I felt so bad. I couldn't even protect my loved one when I am feared among this world. I was worthless. If I could, I would've died and saved her. But I couldn't.

But then, a realisation came into my head. It was Evan that killed her. He killed her. And I have enough strengh to make him suffer.

I broke out of the ropes and pushed him. I heard something crack when he hit the floor, powerlessly. I managed to make Evan drop his knife on the floor. I grabbed his knife and... made my way out. I got rid of every single Respria member I met eyes with. I destroyed them. There was red on my hands and even on my face, and my clothes. I just kept running after that.

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Anyways, that was what happened at 1990. It was such a cold day, and I had to keep running from the police until I fainted. Then I woke up at a small town's house. The woman who saved me told me that I could live with her until I get better. When I saw her, tears fell from my eyes. Maybe it was because she looked so badly like Percy. The woman told me that everything's okay and hugged me.

I hoped she never knew about my past... and after that I became a deputy of this county, because I regretted how much of a terrible person I've been. I've been so bad to my wife, and I couldn't say anything to her now, since she's gone. I couldn't apologise, which is my deepest regret in my life. And I'm trying to pay for what I've done in my life by doing good things. I hope... I can repent myself. And I hope nothing about my past gets known by anyone in the county. My hands were red, but I covered them blue.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Valentine's trip HCs

Note: standalone firefighter!Sihtric HCs, because I missed this boi.

Warnings: fluff/suggestive.

pairing: Firefighter!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric gave you the ultimate Valentine's gift. 

wordcount: 1,5k

Masterlist

For months you had dropped "subtle" hints that your dream Valentine's date would be a trip to Disneyland.

The Disney park in Paris obviously, because Paris is the most romantic city.

And your firefighter had caught those hints clearly.

'Disney? You're going to wear those rat ears too?' Finan howled when Sihtric told his friends and colleagues about the surprise trip he had booked for the two of you.

'Paris? Damn… I wouldn't want my girl trapped in a nasty city such as Paris,' Sigtryggr grimaced.

'What ears? And wait, nasty? I thought it was a romantic city?' Sihtric frowned, 'anyway, I just need someone to look after our children.'

'Children?' Uhtred snorted, 'surely those two cats are not considered your children?'

'They are our babies!' Sihtric snarled and slammed the door of his locker shut.

On february 14th, at the crack of dawn, you were blindfolded by Sihtric and carried to his car.

He had packed a suitcase for you both and the trip was about to start.

'Where are we going?' you asked.

'I don't like this,' you mumbled.

'Sihtric, take that stupid blindfold off me!' you snarled.

Sihtric rolled his eyes, 'I thought you liked surprises?'

'Not when I'm being blindfolded!'

'You don't seem to mind blindfolded surprises in the bedroom,' Sihtric mumbled.

You huffed.

He then smiled, because that made you quiet down.

'Surprise!' he grinned at you after he had taken off the blindfold.

You blinked, confused, your seatbelt still on while you stared out of the car window.

'A train station?' you scoffed, 'what kind of a surprise is this?'

'Just come with me,' Sihtric said and walked you to a very specific platform without saying another word. And he also didn't tell you why he had a suitcase with him.

You were so confused that you didn't even see where the train was heading to which Sihtric pushed you into, and it was only when you sat down that you figured it out.

'Paris?!' you cried out, 'we're going to Paris?!'

'Well, actually,' Sihtric cleared his throat, 'we're only going to Disneyland and not into the city itself.'

'We're going to Disneyland?!' you squealed, 'really?!'

'It's my Valentine's gift to you,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your cheek.

And he tried to hide his face under the hood of his sweater when you started to bawl like a little girl in his arms as the train departed.

Sihtric had booked the Beauty & the Beast suite for three nights, and you couldn't believe it.

'For my princess,' he smiled proudly, and you started to sob again.

Sihtric figured it was a good moment to go and check the floor's fire safety plan while you tried to collect yourself again before heading into the magical park.

'In case of a fire-' Sihtric began, but you cut him off.

'I don't want to hear anything fire related on this trip,' you said, 'your work has been keeping you away from me enough the past few weeks.'

Sihtric agreed, but he still told you about the emergency plan in case of a fire in the hotel.

But you had already forgotten about it when you ran into the park.

'I'm not going to wear rat ears,' Sihtric sighed.

'What do you mean?' you pouted in the gift store as you stared at the wall full of various Mickey Mouse ears, 'and they're not rat ears! They are mouse ears. And why not? You have to wear them, please…'

Sihtric groaned and knew he wasn't going to win this.

And you happily placed the pink and sparkly Mickey ears with hearts on them on his head, much to his disgrace, but at least you had matching ears.

And you thought Sihtric had never looked cuter, or hotter for that matter, because he was dressed in a black sweater and leather jacket, black ripped jeans and black leather boots. And he wore a hint of eyeliner and a small silver hoop earring, as well as the black and silver watch you had gifted him for his birthday.

And so you dragged your dark clothed and muscular boyfriend with the pink Mickey ears on his head to the first ride you wanted to go on: the spinning teacups.

'Please stop spinning,' Sihtric said one minute into the ride.

You laughed and kept spinning the cup you were seated in.

'Please,' Sihtric swallowed hard, 'just… stop.'

You grinned.

'Baby, please stop spinning the cup!'

And you finally stopped when you saw his face go pale.

You had to hold his hand to get him safely out of the teacup afterwards, and he said he needed the restroom.

After Sihtric had emptied his stomach and grabbed himself some decent food not much later, he got in a better mood immediately.

And he finally enjoyed the park.

And you.

'Come here,' 'let's take a photo together,' 'you look so cute,' 'give me a kiss,' 'hold my hand, baby,' 'give me another kiss,' 'my princess,' 'look at you, so cute.'

He kept repeating those lines the entire day.

While either holding your hand, having his arm around your waist or his hand resting on your butt as you strolled through the park, sometimes even giving you a squeeze that made you jump slightly.

Sihtric bought you all the candy and fizzy drinks you wanted, and then he suddenly surprised you with a heart shaped Mickey balloon…

… Which flew away as the string slipped out of your fingers only five minutes later.

'No!' you cried, 'my balloon!'

You both stood and watched the overpriced balloon disappear as it went higher and higher.

Sihtric cursed internally and grabbed his wallet, buying another overpriced balloon for you.

He tied the string around your wrist so you couldn't lose it again.

And he couldn't possibly lose you in the crowd that way either, because every time you turned around you smacked him in the face with the balloon, but you were oblivious to it.

Sihtric had almost survived his first day in Disneyland.

It was fun, but he was exhausted, and you were in the middle of a sugar rush while you waited for the firework show at the Disney castle, at midnight, just before the park would close.

Sihtric struggled to keep his eyes open, and he became a little drowsy.

He snuck his arms around you from behind and leaned his chin on your shoulder, peppering you with soft and sleepy kisses as he murmured how much he loved you.

But he was rudely woken from his half slumber when the firework show started and you jumped up and down, smacking him in the face with your balloon repeatedly.

Sihtric grumbled, but he also melted at the sight of your smile and figured it was all worth it.

He did think the amount of fireworks that must be stashed for the show were most likely a fire hazard though…

And then he became nervous.

Not because of the fire hazard, but because he reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket.

And he kneeled down behind you as the fireworks continued above you.

He took your hand and gave a light tug, earning your attention, and your eyes searched for him for a second when you didn't see him standing next to you.

'What… what are you doing?' you asked and your eyes widened when you suddenly saw the box he held open with a fancy ring inside.

'My love,' he said, just loud enough for you to hear him above the fireworks, 'I love you, and I want to be with you forever. Will you marry me?'

You could barely say 'Yes!' as you sobbed uncontrollably, and he then slid the ring around your finger and picked you up in his arms to spin you around as his lips were planted on yours.

And you smacked him with the balloon one more time as you searched for your phone to capture a photo of the ring while the fireworks were still going.

Back in the hotel suite you took a shower together and planned the next day cuddled up in bed, because you had only seen half of the park.

'Are you going to sleep with those ears on?' Sihtric asked as he pulled the blankets up to his chin, while you were in your sleeping shirt, still wearing the Mickey ears.

'Maybe,' you shrugged, 'you got a problem with that?' you grinned.

'I just think I've seen enough Mickey ears today, love,' he chuckled.

But he surely didn't mind the sight of you half an hour later, down on your knees, wearing only a lace thong and the Mickey ears as you gave him quite possibly the best blowjob of his life, before you had the most passionate sex you could imagine.

And the next day he told you he actually loved it when you wore those Mickey ears...

… Because whenever he looked at you as you wore them, he could only think of how cute you had looked on your knees for him, while looking up at him with those ears on the night before.

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