#i just love wolf walkers

[palilious]

casually rewrites Nomad lore to make wolf walkers canon

[denkilightning]

imagine if they had taken a different route with 'evil jay.' imagine jay participating in training with ras and being beat so badly that ras kicks a wolf mask to him, and with a bloodied, beat hand he inches towards it, even though it's repulsive to him, disgusting even - but he has to if he wants to live. The mask shatters his soul and the power heals him. He needs to live, but he doesn't want to shatter his soul - but it's the only option presented to him, and he has to take it. eventually he forgets he never wanted to.

anon i love you this is Exactly What I Needed

and yes yes yes

(i kind of went off, all fic like so umm have this i guess??)

i imagine walker would avoid anything that directly tied him to the wolves. after everything that admin put him through he couldn't take another faction taking any more pieces of what little identity he had left - even if it did make him stronger. i imagine he stayed with ras not just because of his lies - the story of how great of a warrior hes been sounded just a tad too good to be true, more like an example from a manipulation textbook rather than anyones actual life, not in this century. but he did stay, because he wanted to destroy the administration - whether from revenge or to free everyone in there, he didnt know.

i imagine when ras found him he quite literally saved his life - after gods know how long walker had to survive on his own in the realm of madness and wylderness he found his way to where ras was. ras brought him in, patched his wounds, gave him food and shelter.

even weeks after being saved by ras walker was still in fight or flight response. he was scared. still somewhat of his power, but the pain was unbearable. remember post merge hes probably never actually been in a fight except when he struggled for survival after admin.

but his power remembered how to ease the pain. make it more bearable. take more of it. until walker cannot stand up back again, and everyone smells death coming.

for a moment no one moves. not jordana, not cinder who was meant to be next, even nokt who was his opponent steps back. no one expected walker to take that much damage. no one expected him to not get up. all these weeks, no matter the punches and the slashes, walker always got back up in the end. all the terrible scars, the eye patch too, proved this wasnt a new development. it was ingrained into walker as much as his lightning.

it takes ten ragged, difficult, wheezy breaths for anyone to move.

ras stands up slowly. no one speaks as the boss kicks the wolf mask towards walker.

at first, the only response is a twitch of fingers and brow.

until a strike of lightning runs across walkers arm and, struggling, he grabs the mask. he doesnt properly put it on just kind of throws his arm, trusting proportions of it to land it vaguely on his face.

whatever anyone says, ras did not run to strike the gong, almost forgetting his own hammer. to say so would be to assume he cared about the master of lightning. which would be ridiculous. he was just a simple tool for others to use. of course there was no fondness, and absolutely, not at all, walker never managed to make any of them smile. that never happened, of course.

and as no one cared for walkers wellbeing, there wasn't a collective sigh of relief and a chuckle of joy as the wounds on walkers body started closing, red energy of shattering weaving his organs back together. of course no one was relieved. not at all.

nokt smirked as ras helped walker to sit up, laying the wolf mask on his lap.

"not bad, brat."

walker gasped in a shaky breath, elemental energy trying to cope with the shattering.

he looked up at nokt.

"so, warm up's over, i take it?"

and at that there was chuckling, with nokt bursting with laughter.

[clementineskesh]

palisade has been sooo good for me because pre-palisade it truly felt like i was the only jesset guy in the world and now i see people talking about him and i'm <3 <3 <3

[simonsaysletsgo]

Personally, I think Leah Cornick, for her great sacrifice of being mated to Bran for 200 fucking years should just get to be a bitch to whomever she wants. Shes earned it.

[rinsoap]

THE BIG SEIJOH FOUR'S MUSIC TASTE!

this includes : oikawa tooru. matsukawa issei. iwaizumi hajime. hanamaki takahiro.

note : REMASTERED FROM THIS POST! im back from hiatus! (maybe) please enjoy some music headcanons while i scrape together inspiration for some actual works :p

OIKAWA TOORU

!!? you cannot tell me he isn't OBSESSED with kali uchis. he's been an og fan since her por vida era. i've been pushing the kuchi oikawa agenda for three years and i've been RIGHT for three years! he loves latin music and found out about kali when iwaizumi showed him an odd future song she was featured on. i'm ngl guys, being an "og" fan gave him a complex... wdym "name ten kali uchis songs" she's got 30 million monthly listeners. be fr.

his favourite songs by kali uchis are:

☆ gotta get up - interlude on the isolation album. ☆ moral conscience on the red moon in venus album. ☆ no eres tu(soy yo) on the sin miedo album.

!!? daniel ceaser die hard fan. he loves his on the low bisexual rnb artists, what can he say? he'll listen to freudian on REPEAT, like all ten minutes just looping while he goes through the five stages of grief. iwaizumi called him immediately when he learned daniel was on the new tyler the creator album, they were GEEKED.

his favourite songs by daniel ceaser are:

☆ do you like me? on the NEVER ENOUGH album. ☆ take me away on the freudian album. ☆ LOVE AGAIN on the CASE STUDY 01 album.

HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: tonight by summer walker. 360 by charli xcx. get back by britney spears. WAR! by DESTIN CONRAD. sunshine by steve lacy & foushée.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

!!? #1 frank ocean dick rider. he's actually so annoying it's crazy. type of fan to beg for him to make more music but has barely listened to his pre-blonde albums. type of fan to say "what do y'all know about frank ocean?". type of fan to say "frank ocean mentioned 🤓☝️" whenever someone says one of his song titles in everyday conversations (this might be me).

his favourite songs by frank ocean are:

☆ sierra leone on the channel ORANGE album. ☆ nights on the blonde album. ☆ songs for women on the nostalgia, ULTRA album.

!!? him and makki are crazy underground fans, it's actually not even funny. iwaizumi found out and was like "oh i love the underground, my favourite rapper is MFDOOM, whose urs?" and they were like, "umm Ken Carson 😄" what "the underground" technically is is genuinely a sore subject in the friend group LMFAO

his favourite songs by ken carson are:

☆ murda musik (ft. destroy lonely) on the X album. ☆ ss on the a great chaos (deluxe) album. ☆ yale on the teen X album.

HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: of course you won't by lucki. paper soldier by brent faiyaz. purity by A$AP rocky & frank ocean. forgiveless by SZA & dirty ol' bastard. father stretch my hands pt. 1 by kanye west.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

!!? tyler the creator's #1 fan wdym?!!? goblin era apologist typa fan. "no guys, like, it was supposed to be his intrusive thoughts!" they faces killing me why no one gaf 😭 chromakopia glazer and he knows it! (valid) he was there during the odd future era, like dude was writing OFWGKTA on his desk in sharpie omg.

his favourite songs by tyler, the creator are:

☆ WILSHIRE on the CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST album. ☆ lone on the wolf album. ☆ A BOY IS A GUN on the IGOR album.

!!? are we surprised he's a kendrick lamar fan? this was so obvious to me like no other option. relatively new fan, but everyone thinks he's been listening to him since 2011 because he's so obsessed and knows so many songs by HEART. gets into daily debates with mattsun over whether gkmc or tpab is better.

his favourite songs by kendrick lamar are:

☆ DUCKWORTH. on the DAMN. album. ☆ momma on the to pimp a butterfly album. ☆ backseat freestyle on the good kid, m.A.Ad. city album.

HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: benzo by blood orange. sunday by earl sweatshirt & frank ocean. talk my shit by childish gambino, flo milli & amaarae. housten old head by a$ap rocky. CYANIDE by daniel ceaser.

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO

!!? charli xcx superfan dont play! he started listening to her through brat, but he enjoys her older songs better. he likes electronic type of music, but he likes to say he fucks with anything that "goes crazy". him and oikawa almost exclusively listen to charli when they're together and mattsun says it drives him crazy, but everyone knows he's mouthing the lyrics to to girl, so confusing.

his favourite songs by charli xcx are:

☆ claws on the how i'm doing now album. ☆ sympathy is a knife on the brat album. ☆ unlock it (lock it) [ft. kim petras & jay park) on the pop 2 album.

!!? like i mentioned, him and mattsun are annoying underground fans. so let me talk about their other goat, destroy lonely. these mfs are the type to try and start moshpits and fail miserably. they like to say "what do y'all know about lone?" but only like his most popular songs.

his favourite songs by destroy lonely are:

☆ VETERAN ft. ken carson on the NOSTYLIST album. ☆ bane (single). ☆ LUV 4 YA on the LOVE LASTS FOREVER album.

HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: glory boy by lucki. tears in the club by fka twigs & the weeknd. immaterial by SOPHIE. nightcore by ken carson. codeine vision by chris travis.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Down at the river

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request: Hello, I love your stories and have an idea for werewolf Daryl. In wolf form, Daryl finds a reader who is swimming in the river and falls in love with her. In human form, he brings her to the group (no matter what time) but he is afraid to tell her about himself without knowing how much the reader has fallen in love with him. Preferably with smut at the end ;) Thanks♡

Down at the river, where the stream split was where people used to find Daryl during the days before and after the full moon. He'd be bathing in his changed form, or fishing to bring back a haul for his community.

But nowadays he spent his time around the area in hiding. Covered by the thick greenery he'd watch the new woman bathe in the river and catch his fish. She had skills he admired, and she was beautiful as well. Her hair down to be washed or up in a bun when just rinsing her body, she was beautiful.

Daryl traveled along with a supply cart between the communities. He was asked to be security because of the increase in walkers lately, but also because multiple carts had been robbed lately.

Daryl kept his eyes and ears open for any noises and caught something getting closer to the cart. It was too subtle for a human to hear, and too calculated to be a walker. He took his crossbow and watched for any movement but whatever it was stayed hidden.

Only when Daryl went to explain what he heard and let his guard down momentarily there was an opening to rush in, slash the tarp and grab whatever was underneath with both hands and running off.

Daryl was quick to grab his crossbow and follow the figure, easily catching up and hauling them up against a tree and watching all the produce fall to the ground.

"Where's yer camp?" Daryl snarled, inches away from your face. His gaze flickering around the area for any sign of backup.

"I swear it's just me. I found a cabin but fish isn't enough to live on.. Please I just want to eat." You raised your hands as much as possible, palms open and empty for the man to see you were harmless. He caught no sense of you lying to him, so he set you back down and handed you a small portion of what you had stolen. "Ya know we got communities. If ya wanna live nicer, try Alexandria." With the leftover produce in his hands and crossbow over his shoulder he turned around to walk away. "I know ya know where it is."

On his way back he couldn't help but flash back to when he saw you in the river. You knew your way around the woods and were a skilled survivor, but he couldn't let all of that make the heat rise in his cheeks.

"Was a lone woman. Left 'er with a warning." Daryl placed the produce back in the cart, clearly less than what was taken. "Some got squashed when she ran 'n dropped it. M'sorry."

Daryl went to find the cabin, locating it with ease and watching from afar. It was a nice place, and surrounded by walker traps. He remembered your complaints about eating just fish, so while you did know how to fish, hunting and animal trapping wasn't something you were familiar with.

Which is why he hunted down some small game and prepped it to leave at your door, boxed in a stupid tupperware box he took from Carol's kitchen.

He waited til the next full moon for you to knock on the community gate, but you never did.

Back in the woods, Daryl went to his usual spot. A giant pile of leaves becoming his base for those nights. A nice bed and a great hiding spot for his stuff. With the nights becoming colder again he didn't want to fish, opting for hunting instead. He ate his fill and trodged back to the place he'd call his bed for the night, quickly dozing off covered in yellow leaves.

That same night, at the cabin not far off you rested, unable to fall asleep with the lack of thick blankets. Tossing and turning and groaning in frustration you sat up, remembering the giant pile of fallen leaves a short walk away. You thought of stuffing the ratty duvet cover and making a thicker blanket that way and set off to where you had seen it.

Upon arrival you found.. something else as well. At the base of the pile laid a creature, covered partially under a golden blanket. 'Looks like we had the same idea.' The thought came and went as you stared at the large bear.

No, not a bear. Its shapes weren't bearlike.

You scanned the animal's features and got hit by a realisation like a truck. The creature in front of you bared a scar over its eye. Just like that man who let you have that food after you stole from his people. The greying fur indicated his older age too. It matched up perfectly. The long shaggy fur now looked entirely black in the small bits of moonlight passing through the trees, but you bet it was that same dark brown from your memories.

You ditched the plan of taking the leaves, as to not wake up the sleeping beast and turned back home to your cabin.

Despite the night's cold temperature you eventually passed out and slept til late in the morning.

By the time you went to head out, pushing open the cabin door you felt it hit something, shoving it along.

A quick look around the door showed a small wild boar, its throat cut and seemingly drained. But it looked clean aside from the rope burns around its leg. You took the boar inside and stashed it away, giving a quick glance at the plastic tub that held the other animals last time with a fond smile. Your mind wandered to the man who so kindly let you keep the food even after you stole from his people. You were convinced he was bringing you the animals and it warmed your heart.

Were you catching feelings for him?

Shrugging it off you went to set out into the woods to do your daily gatherings, sneaking along the area where you saw him sleep last night, but not finding anything that indicated he had been there besides the leaf pile being a mess. Your trip was ended quickly now that you didn't need to hunt or fish, so you decided to make the extra trip back to the leaf pile with your blanket cover after all.

The amount of walkers in the area increased quickly. It was like they were swarming in from all sides. Daryl had noticed it too. It wasn't safe for him anymore to sleep in the woods during full moons. His mind kept wandering to you, and went by the cabin a few times but never caught you there. He couldn't afford to camp around your home with his community needing food stockpiled if it got too bad outside the walls. He had to keep up the supply and needed to hunt.

It was late at night after two weeks of daily trap checking and hauling back food for his people when he was being summoned to the gate.

"This woman claims to know you, but not by name." Deanna's voice was stern, not trusting the stranger at her side.

Daryl gave you a once over and nodded, "yeah. Seen 'er out there. Traded food once or twice." It was cler you were hurt, and seeing the way you carried your bedsheets stuffed with items he made out you had to leave in a hurry. "Ya should rest. I'll take someone ta check yer old place in the mornin'."

The offer took you off guard but you welcomed it, thanking him for being so kind.

"Alright." Deanna stated quickly. " you may accompany mister Dixon for the night, since you two have a history together. Tomorrow morning mister Dixon can show you my home where we can continue this talk. Goodnight for now." With a kind smile she headed back home.

Daryl bid the guards a good night aa well before showing you the way to his shared home. "Ain't got a room fer ya yet, so yer gonna havta live with the couch tonight."

Daryl led you inside where you were met with Carol who was woken up by people coming to get Daryl earlier. You watched her as she got up and with a kind smile to greet you and introduced herself. When you responded with an introduction of yourself, Daryl made a mental note of your name. "Would you like some tea?"

She had practically readied everything already before you answered, so instead you just nodded and thanked her as she offered you a cup.

"I'm going back to bed. Find me when you need something, okay?" A small wave punctuated her leave as she disappeared up the stairs.

You stood with the tea in your hands, looking around the house and taking it all in. It had been years since you'd seen a house in this near perfect state, untouched by the dead, or the living that took everything they desired.

"Yer gon' be alrigh?" Daryl's voice was soft, like he was trying his best not to overwhelm you. He got to digging out blanket from the basket beside hus lounge chair and handed it to you along with an extra pillow.

"Thankyou. I'll be fine for the night." With tour bedsheet bag set to the side you sat down to undo your boots, remembering you had set your tea down and taking a sip before it got cold.

Daryl kind of just watched your scatterbrained self do five things at once until you were finally ready to lay down. Only then did he wish you a good night, and upon walking away he stopped for a second, turning towards you. "Name's Daryl, by the way."

It had been a while since you slept through the night and woke up with the smell of fresh breakfast being prepared. The groan you let out as you stretched earned you a call of good morning from the kitchen. Carol peeked her head past the corner and walked up with a new cup of tea.

While you waited for breakfast as Carol had instructed you went to unpack the stuff you brought. Trying to make a list for Daryl to help him on his trip to your cabin later today.

You stacked your clothes on the armrest beside you, clearly missing a couple of items that weren't on the closest pile when you ran. You dug out a canteen of water, some weapons and a solar powered lantern that was at the end of its life. The last thing all the way at the bottom was--

"Hey, where'd you get that?" Carol's curious tone had you jump up, pulled away from the focus on your task.

"Ya took it with ya? Empty?" You hadn't even noticed Daryl coming into the room, all dressed and ready to leave already.

Your gaze switched from Carol over to Daryl, and back to Carol again who was staring at her friend with a confused look on her face. "Daryl?"

Again your head moved to look at Daryl, who was chewing on the skin of his thumb. A clear sign of his nerves. "Took it ta bring 'er som meat. She weren't showin' at the gate so I took some to 'er home."

Carol raised her brows at that, but decided to stay quiet, going back to preparing the plate of breakfast for you and shooing Daryl out the door, who made a vocal protest of having to take you to Deanna. "I'll take her later. You go do your thing, she'll be here when you come home."

You smiled around a mouthful of food, loving the playful banter between the two.

With Daryl out the door, Carol went to take her own breakfast and sit down with you.

"So, how'd you two meet? Usually Daryl shares tales of his hunts, but I never heard anything about a woman."

You had to start improvising now. If you shared the truth there was a chance of being straight out the gate again. "He almost shot me." It was the first thing that came to mind, it was close enough to your first encounter where he would have shot you if you had beem further off. "He told me to find this place, but I got scared. I mentioned being tired of fish and he figured out where I lived." You shared a simple version of the whole truth that seemed to work well enough for Carol to move on.

After breakfast you washed up and Carol took you to see Deanna, where you went through some sort of interview initiation process. She talked about the inner workings of the community and finding a job for you based on your chat.

You found it strange, but you guessed it was a necessity.

Deanna gave you a quick tour of the community after deeming you not dangerous, showing you all the important places like the pantry, the infirmary and the vegetable gardens.

You got to search through the community clothing reserves and pick out some stuff to take home and take a much needed shower.

You had no idea how long you spent in the bathroom. All you knew was Daryl had come home by the time you were done.

It then hit you you never gave him a list of missing items.

"Hey." Daryl's eyes caught yours and for a second all he could see was you, with your soaked hair in the river. He shook the thought off and awkwardly pointed out the door. "Stripped the place. Come see what ya wanna keep?"

In your clean clothes and damp hair you followed Daryl outside, padding along down the porch steps and to the back of the truck parked in front of the house.

Together you sifted through the truck bed, taking out the items you wished to keep for yourself and sorting rhe rest into useful community items and stuff to take apart for material.

Spending the whole day going around the community with Daryl was the best time you had since the dead came back to life.

Just one day of donating your gathered items and clearing out your now bedroom was all it took to have those butterflies from back in your cabin flutter so much more intense than before.

But you kept it quiet, showed none of it. There was no way it would be okay to share something like that only a single day into it.

Where you went to bed content, Daryl ended up downstairs with a less positive mindset.

He was angry. Not at you, or anyone in general. He was angry with himself. He was angry for falling for you since day one and not having had the courage to show himself to you during the full moons.

Weeks passed where the two of you danced around each other in and out of the community, all the way up to the week of the full moon.

Daryl had to leave again in three days and his mind was plagueing him. He hated the idea of having to lie to you about his leave. He hated that he'd have to use your cabin and reinforce it in record time so he had a safe space to sleep.

But if yoy knew your cabin was walker-proof, you could want to move back and Daryl didn't want that. He wanted you to stay..

Around the community it was clear something was bugging Daryl, but most of them wouldn't even bother to find out what that something was. To Carol it was clear as day, and she made it her personal job to make sure Daryl talked to you before leaving.

"Pookie.." Carol sat down beside her friend who had been chainsmoking on the porch, leg bouncing and thumb almost bleeding from how much he bit it. "She's gonna be okay with it. The cabin, you. Everything."

Daryl only grumbled something in response. Something that sounded like you being afraid, which only made her laugh niw that she knew how the two of you had officially met.

Of course Darul had shared the whole truth with her, it's how Carol figured out her friend had been in love with the girl way before she had shown up at the community. Before he had caught her stealing, even.

"Daryl, look. It has been obvious that she's comfortable around you. You attacked her for stealing and lied about it to get her to stay." A soft reassuring smile ended her last sentence. "She's lived in the woods. She'll love your animal half."

Daryl spent the remainder of his cigarette mulling over Carol's words. She made so much sense it had to be true.

It took the rest of the day to mentally prepare him to go find you at home, and to his luck you were helping Carol in the kitchen.

He thanked the moon for Carol being there as well, he was going to need someone to back him up.

"Hey, Daryl." Carol happily greeted him from where she was showing you how to create her cookie dough, kneading it side by side with you.

The soft hum of the oven sounded through the kitchen as Daryl came over and leaned against the counter behind you.

"Man, I wish we had chocolate chips.. I miss those." You reminised to the old world and its delicious snacks that had your mouth water.

"I have some, we can set some dough aside for a small batch." Carol moved to separate a small portion of her dough for later. "Just keep those away from the regular ones. Daryl's allergic to chocolate and we don't want him getting sick."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, while Daryl glanced over at Carol's conversation starter.

"You're allergic to chocolate? That must suck.." You peeked away from your work to give Daryl and apologetic look.

He only shrugged it off, too busy with his confession to make a snarky comment. The kitchen fell silent again and he felt the panic gnaw at his skull again. He had to get it over with.

"S'watcha get when ya ain't fully human. Can't eat all kindsa food."

Carol smiled to herself when your hands stilled. In the reflection of the window you could see Daryl's worry clean on his face. You had to choose your words carefully.

"What else can't you have? You know, for if I'm ever in charge of dinner."

The response was one Daryl didn't see coming. It was clear in his little stutter as he found the words to reply. "Can't have grapes. So no wine either, not tha' I can get drunk anyways."

You were hoping he'd straight up say what he was thinking and not dance around the subject, but you saw he needed time. Back to questioning you went.

"So, what exactly is making you have those allergies? What non-human part, I mean." You kept peeking his way over your shoulder as you followed Carol's moves in cutting and placing the cookies.

"Yer gonna think 'm crazy. Feels gross sayn' it out loud." He couldn't even look up from the floor with how badly he wanted to disappear right now. His hands in his pockets plucking at any loose threads so he wouldn't chew his fingers down to the bone.

"You could always show her." Carol shrugged with the plate of raw cookies in her hands, placing it in the oven while you operated the door for her.

"Nah. S'too scary ta show jus' like tha'." He was getting restless, he had said what he wanted in a way, so why was he still so anxious about this whole thing?

"Scary? I swear I mistook you for a bear undernthat pile of leaves last month. You're pretty cute when you sleep." Your eyes squinted with the wide smile on your face, remembering that night in the woods.

Only when you saw Daryl's face become one of utter shock you couldn't hold back your laughter.

It took a moment for the situation to die down again, you catching your breath and Daryl still not knowing what to do.

But Carol did. "I told you so." With a shrug she kept moving around and continuing the baking process while Daryl's mind rattled and you reassured him once more.

"I came here after I saw you and realised who I found. If I saw you before I came here I would have been just as happy to have seen you, because I like you for who you are, not what you are."

Daryl's hands had by now found their way out of his pockets. One tucked underneath his armpit and the other being anxiohsly chewed on, the skin angry and red.

You abandoned your baking, trusting Carol to pick up, and took two steps towards him. Your hands found his, tugging them down to hold them in yours. "Daryl.."

You watched a million thought cross Daryl's eyes, his hands trembled in yours as he looked anywhere but at you.

With your hands intertwined you could feel the anxiety seep into you. The words you had ready all jumbled up and were unreachable in your head. The only difference was, you did find words when you looked Daryl in the eyes and he looked right back. The trembling of Daryl's hands in yours turned into full body jitters, lifting you on your tiptoes to press the quickest peck to his lips, quietly mumbling an 'I love you' against his chest.

For a moment the kitchen was quiet. No mure humming of the oven or rummaging on the counters. Carol had soundlessly slipped away too.

After a while of not getting a single response, Daryl's hands slipped from yours and for a second your heart broke. You were ready to step back and head out, ready to disappear when his hands settled on your lower back, fingers brushing over the fabric of your shirt ever so lightly. He was testing the waters and you let him. Daryl needed time to let everything sink in and give it a place.

Your hands hung limp at your side, unsure what to do with them but tensed as Daryl nuzzled against your hair, softly pressing and nudging you to look at him.

With you facing him again he lowered his head and press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

Your arms snaked around him, pressing further into him. "I love you, Daryl."

After the kiss Daryl kept nuzzling your cheek, a soft humm rumbling deep down in his chest.

He may have not said it back, but it was clear in his actions he felt the same way for you.

A/N: This request was fun! I'm sorry it took so long, I really hope it's what you wanted ♡♡

[lowkeyrobin]

hello! i was wondering if you could do walker scobell dating headcannons? youre one of the only blogs ive seen write for him!!

yeah sure! ; I do use this format for all dating stuff so I apologize if it isn't what you were thinking lol ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

WALKER SCOBELL ; dating shenanigans

summary ; dating stuff w walker

warnings ; language

word count ; 291

masterlist

he's genuinely the fucking funniest

he will always remember your interests and point out things that relate to them in stores or online

he sends you every edit of himself / you / both of you he finds on tiktok, he's obsessed

you both love going on adventures and seeing new things

and you both also love just being teens and being able to be kids outside the public

like going to arcades, waterparks, learning how to drive, etc

you met on the pjo set, since you were playing a minor character with like two lines

you had similar humor and just both hit it off so quickly

you became tight friends really quick

you also bonded over music taste

aka sabrina carpenter, chappell roan, kehlani, joey valance & brae etc

(if you don't listen to them then go listen)

you confessed first

he's so oblivious holy shit

but you took him to the arcade to hang out for a while

and you got in the photo booth

and did that tiktok trend of confessing and capturing his reaction on photo / video

it was so adorable omg

he obviously said yes, otherwise we wouldn't be here

he's like a 6 on pda

yall keep it lowkey but he's not afraid to hold ur hand or sling an arm around your shoulder at all times

he's not jealous either like... 1/10

he'll step in if he's getting weird vibes but yk it's not that often that ever happens

and finally some songs that match your vibe 🫶🫶

sweet oblivion ; david kushner

constellations ; jade lemac

dinner date ; sunrise academy

mona lisa ; sabrina carpenter

love who loves you back ; tokio hotel

don't delete the kisses ; wolf alice

[nxtaliaistyping]

scarecrow escaping from Arkham to go to his partner's house and show her how much he missed her (I leave you that idea)

Scarecrow coming back to his girlfriend’s place <3

Author’s note: love love love this request, doctor crane my beloved <3

18+ nsfw, fem reader, fear play mentions, creampie

As Jonathan heaves his way through the typical rain that covered Gotham city at this time of year, he realises he’s still smiling.

Gassing the imbeciles that make up the security team at Arkham asylum had been a gleeful experiment. He’d watched with the familiar glint in his eye how they’d grabbed at their own throats in terror, writhing on the floor as the horror filled their senses.

But he had to tear himself away, knowing this was his chance at escaping. So he’d slipped away from the asylum, keeping to the shadows so no eagle eyed night walker would notice the garish orange of the Arkham prisoner jumpsuits.

His first instinct was to go to a safehouse, get to work right away at enacting his revenge on the city for incarcerating him. But his feet seem to have a mind of their own, and as much as he hates to admit it, his heart does too. So he finds himself knocking harshly on your apartment front door.

On the other side, you're a startled wreck. It's 1am for gods sake, and someone is banging on your door. With a shaky voice you ask who it is, your breath catching as you do.

"...it's me..."

You'd recognize that voice anywhere, and with a furious conviction, you open the door and see your lover standing there. He stumbles in, running a hand through his slightly greasy hair before slamming the door behind him. His hands are on you immediately, pushing you against the wall as he breaths raspily.

"Missed you sweetheart...like you wouldn't believe."

His tone has your skin tingling with excitement as you reach out and gently touch his jawline, as if you confirm he's actually here. "How did you..."

"I'll tell you later." he remarks gruffly, before his lips attach to your neck and gently suck, like his first instinct was to remark you as his own. "Just missed you."

Before it can strike you just how vulnerable he's being, he captures your mouth in a searing kiss that effectively kills off any lingering thoughts you had. It's clumsy and messy, his need winning out over technique as his tongue traces your own.

He moves to place sloppy kisses down your neck, tugging the straps of your nightgown to access more skin. He grins as he feels the material in his fingers; he'd always told you how much he loved that nightgown on you, said it reminded him of a slasher victim in a bad horror film, one who'd provocatively search the house before being killed in a gruesome way.

The white lace makes you look so...vulnerable in his eyes, like a lost lamb willingly baring her neck to the wolf who wants to eat her. So he keeps tugging, until your breasts spill out over the fabric. He attaches his lips to them, sucking softly as you gasp and run fingers through his hair.

"Jonathan...bedroom." you say, knowing that in his state, he'd most likely end up fucking you right there in the hallway. He reluctantly detaches himself from your tit, tugging you hastily to your bedroom and pushing you down onto the mattress.

"You don't know what it was like in that damn place." he remarks, finally getting sick of your nightdress all together and roughly tugging until it hangs loosely around your ankles. "How infuriating it was. I had Nygma in the cell next to me ranting that nobody was matching wits with him, and Tetch in the other going on about wonderland or whatever bullshit."

He moves to your wet pussy, hole twitching slightly as he runs his long digits through your folds. Catching the wetness, he circles your clit in precise circles as he continues. "Couldn't even relieve myself without someone ruining the fantasy."

"What were you thinking about?" you ask, and the grin he gives you should frighten you...if you were anyone else.

"Oh dear...I was thinking of you dripping over my lap, high on my fear toxin as i delivered spank after spank over that pretty ass of yours."

You whimper at his words, just as he sinks two fingers inside your cunt. He crooks them, feeling your g spot and sighing at the familiar texture. "And about how delicious you'd look as I fucked you, so scared and brainless, clinging onto me for dear life."

He fingers you quickly, eager to prep you so he can be inside of you once again. He never used to be like this, so desperate for wanton physical contact. But you've changed him, wormed your way into his life and heart until he craves you, craves the reactions and noises you give him as you lie helplessly beneath him.

"A pity I used up all my toxin on the guards." he lies, in truth he has some left over in his overall pocket, but he keeps up the charade. "Oh what a lovely victim you always make."

He pulls his fingers out roughly, giving your swollen clit a nice spank for good measure before hastily stripping. You sit up to watch him, missing him just as much as he'd missed you. The dangerous man before you had been the subject of all of your salacious and desperate fantasies as you'd touched yourself the whole time he was in Arkham. Nobody was like him, nobody could give you the thrill that Jonathan could. And as he rubs his swollen cock along your folds, feeling the way you write, you know that you don't want anyone else.

He enters you, giving you the courtesy of going slowly as he deduces it'll have been a while since you've had something substantial filling you up like this. As he bottoms out with a guttural groan, your fingernails dig in to his shoulders, the pain delicious to Jonathan as he bucks his hips, driving his cock impossibly deep.

"Fuck...you minx." he mutters, starting to fuck you. Each thrust he ensures that he's reaching as far in as he can, wanting to feel every bit of you.

You moan softly with each thrust, telling him how much you missed him too, how lonely it's been without him. And each sentence has his heart-rate spiking in a way that feels dangerous. He never meant to form attachments, thinking it as weak, or a distraction from his work. But it's clear now more than ever that he can't let you go.

So he drives into you faster, burying his face in your neck and biting, leaving harsh hickeys all over your throat. "Mine...mine."

"All yours Jonathan."

He groans again at your words, feeling his dick throb with desire. He knows he won't last long, being apart from you for so long (and his age) meaning his stamina has taken a direct hit. But he savors the moment regardless, feeling you on your back beneath him, like you were meant to be.

"Not gonna last..." he warns, and you nod in understanding, locking your legs around him to ensure he cums inside.

With a couple more thrusts, he empties himself inside your cunt as it milks him for all he has. His moan is broken and desperate, but the relief is palpable in his tone as he relaxes. The tension in his shoulders seems to lift, as his breath heaves.

"I...really did miss you." he reiterates, somewhat annoyed at himself for feeling the need to tell you once again, but the soft look on your face makes it worth it...at least a little.

[changenameno]

Sausage (One-Shot)

(Complete)

Summary: You’re trying to tell your son something about not wolfing down his food, when your husband Sy interrupts, with the ‘worst’ possible comment.

Though, the real fun begins when August arrives, later that night…

 

Pairing: Syverson x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, sexual innuendo, banter and teasing, pet names, cursing, threesome, husband Sy and best friend with benefits August, praising, ropes & blindfold, traffic light system, rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), talk of punishments

Word count: 2.7K

 

A/N: I saw this short video and just thought the “content” would fit Sy. And then I accidentally included August. Well and as soon as he arrives the ‘action’ starts for real…All mistakes are my own. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you and enjoy.❤️✨

 

!Neither the content of the video nor Syverson and August Walker are mine!

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Dinnertime never meant peace and quiet in your house. Actually quite the opposite, with a five year old there were only certain times of quiet. Either if it was nap time, night time or if Anthony was doing something he really shouldn’t.

 

 

Of course he could be an absolute angel as well, but in some regards he came after his father. Especially in the “up-to-no-good-department”. Both of your men had that special mischievous sparkle in their blue eyes. Though you obviously loved them very much, and even if they were up to no good you couldn’t stay mad at them for long.

 

 

Right now you three were sitting out on the porch at the table. Sy had insisted on having a barbecue, because August would come by later tonight. Your husband had just given your son a sausage, and before you could sit down, Tony had stuffed the entire thing into his mouth.

 

 

“No Anthony, no take that out. You can’t stuff an entire sausage in your mouth!”

 

 

Your son only proceeded to giggle and apparently then Sy decided to join in on the fun.

 

 

“No, but you can.”

 

 

You stared at your laughing husband, still in denial that you had heard him right. But after a second of opened-mouth-gaping, you started giggling as well, his belly laugh too contagious not to join in.

Head shaking, you grinned at him, when you had calmed down enough to speak again.

 

 

“As I was saying, don’t wolf down your food please. I know your friend is coming soon to pick you up for the sleepover, but still.”

 

“Otay.” Sy ruffled through Tony’s curls, sitting down next to him.

 

 

He still wore his shit eating grin, as he began eating.

 

An hour later the doorbell rang and your son could barely contain his excitement, bouncing up and down when Sy opened the door to his best friend and father.

 

“Alright, alright buddy, calm down. And before ya leave, say bye to mommy, yeah?”

 

Tony took off in a sprint, as Sy waited by the door, talking to Tim’s father for a moment. You had been in the kitchen, when he nearly ran into you, quickly hugging your thighs. You had barely placed a kiss atop of his unruly hair, when Tony already bounded back to the door.

 

So you shouted after him, “Be good! And have fun!”

 

Sy had difficulty putting the little rucksack, filled with his sleepover necessities, like his stuffy, on his back as he was still bouncing up and down.

“Oi, Captain giddy, will ya hold still for a sec.”

 

 

Once he had finally put the rucksack on him, he planted a kiss on his chubby cheeks, hugging him goodbye. He watched them get into the car and drive away, until a warm hand caressed his back. He turned around, seeing you stand behind him. Smiling down at you, he slowly closed the door, then pulled you against him.

 

 

“It’s weird that he’s gone till mornin’, ain’t it?”

 

You wrapped your arms around his muscled midsection, humming in agreement.

 

 

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 August arrived at eight o’clock sharp. When your men turned the corner, walking into the living room they still chuckled.

 

“Should have seen her face, I tell ya.”

 

 

Immediately you knew what they had been talking about.

 

“Arrgh Sy! Way to greet our guest.”

 

“Sorry love.” But both of them still laughed as you approached to greet August properly.

 

You boxed Sy’s biceps playfully as you hugged your best friend.

 

 

“Oh shut up, you.”

 

 

August smirked, hugging you back as he commented cheekily, “Heard all we need to do that, is a sausage.”

 

 

You smacked his broad chest, chiding, “Argh, you both are truly terrible.”

 

 

Sy had snuck behind you, caging you in-between his and August’s chest, “That’s the plan though, right bun?” And with that he squeezed your ass with his big paws, chuckling right into your ear.

 

 

Excitement began spreading through your body, already way too excited, you panted, “Riiight.”

 

 

August’s hand gently took your chin, tilting your head up, electric blue eyes meeting yours. He licked over his lips, longingly gazing down at yours. Sy’s hands at your hips guided you up and against August’s lips.

The kiss was full of trust and sensually slow, as you had done this many times before. Completely in sync with both men, bottom grinding back into Sy’s growing bulge, your hands pulled at August’s curls. Both of them grunting lustfully, as the carnal desire to have you, rose inside them.

 

 

When you pulled back, August’s thumb stroked your cheek, whispering, “Now that was some greeting. You greet everyone like this, darling?”

 

 

You huffed, leaning back into the furnace behind you, to better be able to glare at August,” Maybe I should have Sy greet you next time, hmm?”

 

 

He laughed darkly, “You little brat. I think you need reminding of who’s in charge.”

 

 

The hands on your hips squeezed lightly, “Think Walker is onto somthin’.”

 

 

You swallowed thickly, anticipation running through your body, like an electric current. Heat steadily built between your thighs, as you thought about the implications, behind their words. Nodding slowly.

 

 

“Good girl. Go upstairs and wait on the bed, in our favourite position.”

 

Sy added, “If there’s still something coverin’ your darling body, we’ll have to punish ya, alright? Now, up ya go.”

 

 

As fun as their punishments could be, you really wanted to be good for them today, so the second they let you escape, you ran upstairs, already disrobing as you went.

 

 

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 As you reached the bedroom, you’d already shed most of your clothing, swiftly getting rid of your panties and bra as well.

 

You got into their favourite position, lying down on the mattress spread-eagle, letting out a breath to calm your chittering nerves. Fortunately you didn’t have to wait long before both of them showed up, peering into the room. Two pairs of bright blue eyes landed on your spread out body, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

 

 

Sy grinned, briefly reaching down to readjust himself, “Always a sight for sore eyes, bun.”

 

 

You shivered when August approached the bed, sitting down, while your husband went to the wardrobe to retrieve your ‘special box’.

 

August placed his warm hand on your naked thigh, gently stroking up and down, enjoying the way his touch raised Goosebumps, “Darling, we’ve got something special planned for tonight, seeing as it’s our anniversary of sorts.”

 

You nodded slowly, not sure where this was headed exactly. Sy joined you on the bed, on your other side, having pulled out a few things from the box. The most surprising one, a black blindfold. He handed August two ropes that would secure your hands to the headboard, but not before they went over the rules once more.

 

 

Your husband began to explain huskily, “As Walker said, we wanna make tonight special. This,” he held up the blindfold, “will be coverin’ your lovely eyes.”

 

August continued, tone more serious than usual, “Meaning, you can’t touch or see. But we need to know that you’re alright at all times, so darling, if anything’s too much tell us. You won’t be punished if you want to stop, alright?”

 

 

“Yeah, alright.”

 

 

“We thought to use the usual system. Which is? Remind us darling.”

 

 

You smiled, adoring them so much for always making sure you were safe and on board with everything, “Traffic light system.”

 

 

“That’s our girl. So are ya okay with that, bunny?”

 

The minute your enthusiastic ‘yes’ left your lips, August started binding your wrist, knotting the ends of the ropes to the headboard.

 

“Too tight?”

 

“No, it’s perfect.”

 

Sy looked down at you, lifting up the blindfold and proceeding to cover your eyes. The last thing you saw, his blown out pupils, showing clearly he was just as excited as you. A hand lifted your head, so he could tie the fabric behind your head.

 

Blackness swirled before your eyes, it didn’t matter if you opened them or not, the same blackness greeted you either way. You let out a deep, long breath, trying calm your erratically beating heart.

 

 

“Bun, what’s your colour?”

 

Without hesitating you answered, “Green.”

 

“Good.”

 

 

Trying to gauge what they were doing, you strained your ears to at least hear where they were. The mattress dipped, then there was some rustling. Only when you heard the metallic click of a belt, did you know what they were doing. Suddenly you realized you wouldn’t get to see them naked, making you whimper desperately. The utter helplessness of your situation slowly sank in, making your thighs slick with how much your pussy was dripping.

 

 

You nearly shrieked, when a rough thumb teased over your erect nipple, back bowing into the delicious touch.

 

“Fuck, baby you’re real sensitive.” You only mewled in response as the hand kept tugging at your nipple, sending electric jolts through your whole body. Then a second hand, you assumed both from Sy, began to tease your other breast as well.

 

 

You felt another hand, gliding down your left thigh, until it reached your ankle, spreading your legs apart, to fit his broad body between your soft thighs. The first hot breath against your pulsing cunt, made you cry out and again when the light stubble on August’s face tickled your skin. Every touch from them felt intensified tenfold, as you couldn’t see their next move, completely at their mercy.

 

 

When August began lapping at your pussy in earnest, happily humming as he swiped his tongue through your wet folds and Sy took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, your thighs began to tremble instantly. Your arms tugging at the restraints, a burning sensation on your wrist as the ropes scratched over your skin there. It was too much, and not enough at the same time.

Just then August growled, sucking your engorged clit, teeth scraping over it lightly, making you tumble right into your first orgasm of the evening. You panted loudly, when he decided to add a long finger into the mix, burying his index to his knuckle in your cunt.

 

 

“Atta girl. Comin’ even before a cock ‘s spreadin’ your little pussy apart.”

 

 

Your whole body still shook, when a second finger joined the first, beginning to spread your tight walls, so you’d be able to take one of their massive cocks inside.

 

 

Mewling and fighting against the ropes did nothing to deter the onslaught of pleasure they ignited.

 

 

August muffled voice, nearly tipped you over again, “This sweet pussy is heaven, darling. So wet and just for us.”

 

 

You could hear Sy’s groan, now further away as he wasn’t sucking on your breasts anymore. The mattress dipped again and suddenly a rough hand took your other ankle, spreading you even further.

 

 

“Enough talkin’, need to be inside and now.”

 

August laughed lightly before crawling up, straddling your chest, thick thighs caging you in, on either side of your torso.

 

Whimpering when something a lot bigger than fingers, slid through your velvety folds. Your husband growled, “Bun, colour?”

 

 

“G-green.”

 

 

August adjusted his position above you, until you felt his hot cock, nudge against your thoroughly bitten lips, as you had tried to stifle all your loud moans, though in vain. “Love, I’m gonna unknot your right hand, so you can tap my thigh, if it’s too much, yeah?”

 

Right when you wanted to answer, Sy began pressing his fat cockhead into your tight channel, making your reply come out more of a moan, “Y-Yeah!”

 

 

August timed his trust forward perfectly, just when your lips opened again in a pant, he shoved his cock half way inside. Your husband kept pressing into you, “Fuck, yeah, let me in bunny.”

 

 

Your mewls were muffled by the big intrusion inside your mouth that was August’s throbbing cock. You hadn’t even noticed that he had freed your hand, only when he squeezed it, did you realize. Squeezing right back as you tried to relax your jaw to let him sink in further.

 

 

Sy shifted his hips and with a hard trust forward, he finally slipped in completely, your gummy walls making room for his monstrous cock. Both men grunted loudly as you moaned, the vibrations of the sound teasing August.

 

 

“Just like that, moan for us darling.” August’s voice sounded desperate and was more of a husky breath than anything.

 

 

An unbelievably heat bloomed inside your chest at the praise, their rough, blissful groans turning you to mush beneath them.

 

It wasn’t long before they started trusting in tandem. August’s other hand jerking your head forward, until your nose was pressed against his pubic hair. You could taste his precum, salty and tangy on your tongue, while you tried breathing through your nose.

 

 

When he pulled back, to let you breathe properly for a second, Sy buried himself to the hilt, hitting your sweet spot so violently, you shrieked in pleasure.

Though your noises were silenced again as August rigorously fucked your throat. Sy’s hands held you in place, your waist in his steel grip. Your best friends jerking movements against your face made the blindfold suddenly slip down a little bit.

 

 

Revealing the most erotic picture you had ever seen, he was above you, head thrown back, grunting repeatedly as he made you choked on his cock. When his blue eyes opened, gazing at your face hungrily, August groaned, “You make me so fucking hard, gonna come down your throat!”

 

 

And with that his cock began twitching, shoving himself inside completely as he began spurting in your throat with a roar. His cum filling you, though you couldn’t swallow it all, as it began to overflow, dripping over your swollen lips and down your chin. All the while Sy had picked up his pace, grunting like an angry boar when your cunt tightened around him.

 

 

As August pulled out of your mouth, kneeling down beside your head, he gave you the opportunity to glance at your raging husband between your legs. And the sight of your brutish man, combined with the hard jabs against your sweet spot, made you fall over the edge a second time. Your whole body spasmed, the rhythmic clenching of your cunt taking Sy right with you into a mind-blowing orgasm

 

 

“Fu-uck what a good girl, comin’ on my cock like that!”

 

He pressed inside as far as he could and then let go completely, planting his hot seed as deeply as possible. Your walls milked him until it was near overwhelming and he had to pull out. You mewled softly as you immediately felt terribly empty.

 

 

August’s hands nimbly freed your other hand as well, kissing the inside of your wrist lovingly. “You good, darling?”

 

 

Exhausted but satiated you nodded, “Never better.”

 

You pulled the blindfold off completely, sitting up, handing it to Sy while grinning devilishly, “Next time, one of you has to wear it.”

 

 

August’s hand pawed at your nape, pulling you in, for a long and slow kiss.

 

 

Once you had separated, Sy was standing next to the bed with a washcloth, cleaning you tenderly.

 

 

Afterwards you lay down again with the two big, burly men curled around you, making you not only feel loved but also so very safe. Just before you drifted off, Sy commented on your previous statement, “Ya know, I think our darlin’ bunny still hasn’t learned.”

 

August’s amused reply, rumbled against your neck, where he had buried his face, “I think you’re right. Maybe a punishment is needed, so our darling can learn how to behave properly.”

 

 

You laughed lightly eyes already falling shut, too relaxed to care about an impending punishment right now.

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[littlefreya]

Hi Freya! If you have the time, I was wondering if you had any recommendations for some August Walker fics, whether by you or another writer, it doesn’t matter to me. Most of the fics I’m finding recently make him out to be rough, animalistic, and cruel (which makes sense cause he was the villain after all lol). But they also include non-con, degradation, etc, which I’m not comfortable with. Don’t get me wrong! Stories with those elements are fine! It’s just not my cup of tea, personally. And I do like rough August, but I guess it’s more in the sense of him being rough to his enemies and being soft, sweet, and super protective of his sweet and innocent girl. Does that make sense? I’m sorry if it doesn’t, and for the rambling, to this day I still get nervous and panicky whenever I write an ask. 😅 Hope you have a great day! 🥰

Hey love, no need to be nervous about sending an ask. We are all just humans here :) 💖

I have several August stories where August is a pure softy - smut and non smut included.

List below the cut

Smut 🔥🔥🔥

Velvet Chains - Soft!August x Reader (smut. August Walker as a sex-worker, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a depiction of bodily fluids, soft!August themes, a tinge of angst and August’s monster c… ) - For a generous fee, August Walker is yours. A man devout to pleasure, who will worship you for an entire night and make sure your first time is more than memorable. 

Whiskers and Wet Silk - August comes home to find his princess watching Shadow and Bone and simping for the General and gets a bit insecure…

A Perfect Day - August Walker x Reader (smut to heavy fluff. Mentions of oral sex performed on a woman, male masturbation, and bodily fluids.) A perfect day in rural italy with the most dangerous CIA agent on earth. 

Pink Umbrella - August x Reader (Fluff to smut, soft!August Walker, DD/LG, thigh riding, gloves fetish (it’s a thing now), dirty talk, a tint of angst and slight twist ending.) August is on a mission in beautiful Paris and had you join the ride, but while he wants you to stay safe at the hotel, you have other ideas.

Gentle Monsters - August x Reader (smut, vaginal fingering, groping, grinding, cock grabbing, virginity. SoftDom vibes. August is the big bad wolf, but he can be soft for the right woman) It’s your first date with agent Walker, and things get a little too raunchy, but you are not ready to go all the way… 

One more touch before we die August x OFC (Explicit smut, romance) Set in a cabin on the mountain, August and his woman make passionate, desperate love. Sense Challange - Touch

Bourbon and Candy August x OFC (Explicit Smut, size kink, daddy kink) After a frustrating day at work, August just wants to sit down and enjoy his princess, in any way possible.

Poison Honey - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, a “thrill of the chase” if this may trigger anyone and mild alcohol use.) Everyone around you is too busy getting drunk and making out, while you are just dying for this dreadful Christmas party to be over. But just as you plan to leave, you catch the eye of a very hungry August Walker. 

Fluff 🌈🍧🧁

Kiss it Better - August Walker x OFC (3rd person POV Fluffy, sticky, gooey fluff and floof with a tint of naughty suggestion)  August takes care of his girl after she fell

Monster August Walker x OFC (Romance) They call him a monster, but he is your monster    

Eivor - August Walker x ofc (Fluff)   August Walker wore many masks and had done horrible things but never in his life he imagined he would become someone’s father.

Shelter - August x Reader (Strictly soft sticky fluff) Lazy morning cuddles with August 

Something Wicked - August Walker x Reader (Fluff) August sleeps tightly and you decide to exploit the situation. 

Angel, can you hold me? - Soft!August x ofc (Angst to fluff) Bad guys need to be held as well

No More Tears - August Walker x OFC (August’s POV, Angst) On a cold autumn night, August muses over the girl he lost.

Behind Blue Eyes - August Walker x OFC (August’s POV,  angst, bad language, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a breakup, longing, love, heartache. August being poetic AF and August being a prick and stealing candy. ) Beaten and broken, August Walker walks the streets of an unnamed city while he is taken by sudden longing.

Some drabbles

August doesn’t like it when his princess is sad (fluff)

Soft Tender August - August x Reader (Fluff, aftercare)

August singing Sinatra to you - August x Reader (Fluff)

Watching porn with August - August x Reader (mutual masturbation)

Forever Yours - August loves his cuddly princess

[buckyshoneybunny]

The White Wolf (Part 3)

Wolf/Alpha!Bucky + Wildlifephotographer!curvy!reader   

W.C- 1082 

Warnings- Almost smut, cursing.  18+!!

A/N- Thank you for all the love!! I made an AO3 account, the link is on my pinned post, still working on making a masterlist. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for this series, I promise the next part will be the long-awaited smut lol.  Sorry it took so long. Anyway, hope you enjoy! P.S.- I have some juicy ideas for other stories I'm going to start outlining, I really hope you guys like them.

Taglist-   @blackbirdwitch22 @lesleurs @nelachu2423 @shadowzena43 @calwitch @laughterafter

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 4, Part 5 Masterlist Series Masterlist

Bucky couldn’t believe he found his mate. He’d been drinking the fresh lake water when he’d smelled the most delicious scent he’d ever smelled, granted he couldn’t smell much, only what helped him survive. Werewolf senses were weird. He’d heard the sound of a twig snapping, that’s when he saw you, he felt a rush of desire and heat go through him, causing him to growl and scare you.  

His response to that? Chase you, which ended with him getting a nasty cut on his leg. When you tripped and hit your head, he had dragged you to his cabin, thrown a blanket over you and went to his bedroom, laying on the big dog bed in the corner. 

He’d been so wrapped up in trying to get the stinging pain to go away he didn’t notice you’d woken up, and when you took care of his wound? He was done for. He snuggled close to you the whole time Steve was there, he could see the knowing look in Steve’s eyes. 

When you agreed to stay, to say he was over the moon was an understatement. He laid down close to the edge of the woods and had fallen asleep while he waited for you to get back.  

(Present) 

Bucky wakes up with a pounding head, his white fur coated with dirt. When he looks around, he sees he’s in a cage. He growls. Another wolf growls, Bucky turns his head to see a wild haired wolf, chipped teeth, and crazy eyes. Walker. 

The fuck is this? He growls. 

This is me claiming the forest for my pack, I see you have a beauty now, might have to check her out in person myself. Bucky could hear the smugness in Walker’s voice. 

You lay a hand on her and I’ll rip your fucking head off. He was seething. 

No need to be rude, James.  

Don’t start that shit with me, Walker, let me go. 

Hmm, no.  

You’ll regret this. 

I don’t think I will. With that Walker walks off, to where, Bucky doesn’t know or care. Walker must’ve forgotten what a feral alpha in rut is capable of, especially one trying to get back to his mate.  

With his head pounding he decides to take a nap, Walker must’ve hit him harder than he thought. A couple of hours later he’s roused from his nap by the sound of someone calling his name.  

“Bucky!” Steve whisper-yells for the hundredth time. Buck lifts his head and blinks.  

Steve? What are you doing here?  

“We’ve come to get you out,” Clint says. Bucky shakes his head.  

I may be an alpha, and all of us together may cause hell but there’s no way we’d get past them. I have a plan. The first day of my rut and last day in my wolf form is when I’ll be unstoppable and I’ll break out. No one would dare mess with me.  

Steve nods. “We’ll work on a plan to get a key, you sure this will work?” 

It'll work, I’m sure. How’s Y/N? Is she okay? 

“She’s fine, she’s with the girls.” Sam speaks up.  

Tell her to go to my cabin and wait for me, I want the whole place to smell like her. 

Steve nods and the boy's leave. The next time he sees Walker, he has a sparkle in his eye, he just hopes Walker doesn’t try anything on his babydoll, he’d kill him.  

The next couple of days are pure torture for Bucky, the memory of your scent and the early signs that his rut is starting soon drove him crazy. He couldn't wait until he could shift back and bury himself balls deep inside you, yes you may be a complete stranger, but you were his mate and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you. 

Once he’d fucked you, the wolf part of his brain calming down, he’d be able to properly talk about the future with you. But until then he needed to fuck you.  

Time seemed to go on forever, minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days, days-you get the point-until the moment finally arrived, turns out Steve didn’t need to get the key, Walker's dumbass was moving Bucky to a different spot at the perfect time. 

Bucky let his muscles relax, his pupils dilated, he let out the most bone chilling growl Walker had ever heard.  

Walker's eyes widen.  You little- 

See, any alpha is strong and powerful, but a feral alpha in rut? Wanting his mate? Is nearly unstoppable, the only person capable of controlling the feral alpha is their mate. Bucky pounced and his men followed. They effectively took down the wolves, establishing Bucky’s dominance, that he is not to be fucked with like this ever again.  

He ran as fast as he could all the way back to his cabin, he could smell Walker had been there, his blood boiled. When he entered the cabin, he was punched in the face with your scent. A shudder went through him. He followed the scent to where it was strongest and found you, in his bed, wearing his shirt.  

He growled. When he saw you wake up and see him, he shifted. Once the big, fluffy white wolf, now stood a 6’5, muscular man, nice golden tan, brown locks that framed his face perfectly, the same piercing blue eyes, and a shiny silver metal arm.  

You could see the scares that littered his left shoulder where metal met flesh, but it only served to make him even more beautiful. Last, but not least in the bit, standing proudly, at least nine inches, girth making him wider than what you could wrap your hand around, his cock red and throbbing.  

Bucky inhales deeply when he sees your pupils dilate, smelling your arousal. 

“God damn babydoll,” he mutters in a husky, lust filled voice. “You’re in my bed, wearing my shirt, smelling like a fucking dream?” He groans, cock twitching.  

He slowly crawls up your body, taking the shirt with him, leaving you in nothing but a flimsy pair of black panties that are thoroughly soaked through with your arousal.  

He brushes his lips against yours, but doesn’t kiss you yet. He drags his nose down the collum of your neck, through the valley of your breasts, pausing to nuzzle your, soft, pudgy stomach, He continues till he reaches your pussy, he takes a deep breath and moans. 

“You ready, babydoll?” 

[elegantauthor]

Saving Grace Chapter 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Aurora Stark

Summary: Bucky returns to his apartment in Brooklyn, alone.

Warnings: none

Series Masterlist

Bucky felt like he was having an out-of-body experience. From the moment Aurora went missing, he operated on autopilot. The only other thing that managed to incite his ire was when Sam told him that Karli contacted his sister, Sarah, in Delacroix, Louisiana. How the leader of the Flag Smashers procured such intel, neither he nor Sam could figure out.

Every fight thereafter was mechanical, instinctive; he was a soldier in combat. The encounter with the Flag Smashers. Confronting John Walker, the now former Captain America, for the shield.

After parting ways with Sam, Bucky travelled to the first place he could think to find Zemo: the Sokovian Memorial. Gun in the pocket of his coat, he waited.

“We will find him, White Wolf. Leave it to us.” Ayo’s steadfast tenacity roused his dejected spirit, if only momentarily. He didn’t question her loyalty to Aurora. In Wakanda, the two women were inseparable.

“You don’t understand, I can’t—” Tears filled his eyes, as he grasped the gun tighter in his vibranium hand, the metal squealing in protest. “I can’t return to the States without her.” He swallowed around the lump, his voice a throaty rasp when he spoke. “I promised—”

“Aurora is like a sister to me,” said Ayo, her own voice threatening to quiver with emotion. “There is no place Zemo can hide. You look like you’ve been to hell and back. Go home, regroup, then join us.”

That was a compromise to which he could concede. His apartment in Brooklyn, however, offered no solace.

He entered through the front door, leaving it to swing open behind him. Devoid of the warmth and liveliness he’d experienced the past week with Aurora, his demons emerged anew. Hatred crept in, settled in the pit of his stomach, and festered. He hated himself for even thinking it was a good idea to recruit Zemo. He was the one who aided and abetted the criminal’s escape from prison. She was in this predicament because of him.

Sinking to his knees, he clutched his head in his hands. His sobs echoed in the vacancy of the living room, drowning out all the sound from the street—the same backdrop of white noise that lulled him to sleep every night, while he tossed and turned from nightmares. He cried until his heart felt like it was going to implode, and knew he needed to anchor himself; otherwise, he wasn’t going to be of any use to Ayo in their hunt for Zemo.

He slid across the floor to the one possession he brought back from Wakanda following the Blip. An old record player Aurora had gifted him for Christmas the year he’d gotten her the gold chain. With shaky hands, he put the vinyl on the turntable. Their song played, soft and crooning, as Bucky cried until there were no tears left.

~ * ~

Six years ago

“It isn’t much,” said Aurora, looking sheepish as Bucky held the wrapped present in his lap. He almost didn’t want to ruin the paper; the glistening blue snowflakes were nearly as beautiful as her. The box itself was heavy, and whatever was inside it fragile, apparently.

There was just a hint of irony in her choice of wrapping paper. For although it was Christmas Eve, you wouldn’t know it with the sweltering temperatures that permeated the hut. With his one arm, he carefully tore it away, swallowing thickly as he opened the box. The making of tears pooled in his eyes. “Doll…” He was absolutely speechless.

“This goes with it.” From behind her back, Aurora produced a record. “It’s the oldest I could find.”

“Elvis Presley, huh?” She nodded, chewing on her bottom lip—a nervous habit that Bucky found endearing. “Let’s hear it.”

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

Swallowing again, Bucky stood, towering over Aurora who sat cross-legged on the floor of the hut. He offered her his hand. “Can I have this dance?” he asked, feeling every bit like the man from the Forties. She rose gracefully, as he pulled her to her feet, marveling at how her body contoured perfectly with his. With his one hand on the small of her back, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, shuddering a breath at the lyrics.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can’t help falling in love with you?

As they danced slowly to the music, holding each other, Bucky knew his life would never be the same. For the first time since his recovery, he welcomed the uncertainty. Even with no security net to catch him, he had her.

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

[zaddyneteyamlovergirl]

I’ve never requested before, so i hope im doing this right

i love your writing and your writing of jake sullys daughter! If your taking request can i suggest jake sully x daughter!reader who is dating a boy and their relationship. (daughter!reader is a strong warrior while the boy is more of a healer or smth) . How would Jake handle this, his baby girl is growing up ::(

Baby Girl

A/N: Just took a small break because my boyfriend broke up with me lol. Wanted to say LOVED THIS IDEA KEEP EM COMING INBOX IS OPEN

Pairings: Sully! Daughter Reader x Tarsem, Sully! Daughter x Sully! Family platonic!

Warnings: Slight angst, Reader uses she/her pronouns, Loak being dumb, Jake being overprotective. Not proofread lol.

Summary: In which your family discover that you are in a relationship and someone, in particular, doesn't like it.

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“Draw it back and keep your shoulders up, pointed towards the sky.” Your mother whispers gently while observing your stance. You stood with exact precision, as she and your father had raised you to be. You don’t hesitate to send the arrow flying from your grip and towards the animal already moving quickly knowing the accuracy of your own shot. Neytiri admires for a second, a soft smile growing on her face as you send the creature back to Eywa with a prayer. You look back at her with a gentle roll of your eyes and sitting up gently wiping the blood from your hands onto your stomach. 

“Mama, I still need your help skinning it that’s so gross.” You screw your face up and she giggles before moving towards you a skip in her step. 

The people part as you land your ikran on High Camp and step off. You brush the braids from your face and part with your Mother who moves to set the meat aside. She watches you walk off with a gentle scoff appalled her eldest daughter didn’t even help her begin to put stuff away. “MAMA!” Tuk screeches crawling off from her Father’s arms and running full force into her Mother who grunts and picks her up to spin her around happily. 

“Well hello Sexy.” Jake wolf whistles before kissing his wife on the lips and smacking her ass making all of his sons groan from behind him. 

“Dad that’s literally disgusting.” Kiri remarks her nose scrunching and Lo’ak agrees with a gagging noise. 

“You know what, you all literally came from me and your mother, show some love for love.” He wiggles his shoulders and everyone groans besides Tuk who tilts her head. 

“Go and find your sister, she has not finished with her hunting.” Neytiri commands her kids holding up the meat in her hands and they all agree stealing Tuk who eagerly runs down the direction that her sister went towards.

Strutting confidently down and past the tents of the people who live near your head turns from side to side in confusion before a hand reaches out and grabs your wrist spinning you into the arms of your beloved and you giggle happily sighing glad to be within his gaze. 

“My love.” Tarsem breathes out reaching out to press his hand against your cheek and you nuzzle into it staring up into his eyes. He takes a step back to examine your entire body noticing the blood on your stomach and the open cut on your foot and he tuts. He grabs the small amount of Sky Walker medicine from his side and squirts it onto the foot making you hiss loudly. 

“I am fine Ma Tarsem, no need to freet. I am only in need for a kiss.” You purse your lips at him and he wastes no time in leaning up and kissing you softly, pressing you against the tent and gently grabbing your waist. Due to being occupied with the love of your life, you fail to notice the approach of your siblings. 

“Y/N! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Tuk screeches and points at you both making you instantly pull away and look at them seeing an extremely fast approaching Lo’ak and Neteyam, both of which have the same look of rage on their faces. 

Netetyam yanks you back while Lo’ak pulls his thumb and tucks it under his others forming a fist and punching Tarsem making them both yell out, Lo’ak being the loudest. 

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“What the fuck were you thinking!?” Neytiri screams at her sons pacing backwards and forwards in front of all of her kids, besides Tuk who is gently crying in your Fathers arms. His eyes never leave your face and you are unable to read his expression. Your mother sighs seeing the same thing as you do before leaning back. 

“Neteyam, Lo’ak apologize to Tarsem, and Lo’ak thank him for healing your knuckles.” 

“Even though he should’ve let them be in pain forever.” You mumble under your breath and your Mothers head snaps to yours rage very evident in her eyes. 

“Y/N te Suli Neytiri‘ite, I suggest you shut that mouth right now young lady. Now scram.” She hisses at your brothers who tuck their tails between their legs and run out grabbing Tuk to join Kiri who is eavesdropping outside. 

“Have you mated with this boy?” Your father spits out and looks at you both instantly making you blush. 

“NO DAD!” You yelp out staring at him wide eyed and Tarsem coughs making Jake look at him hostile. 

“Something to say boy?” 

“FATHER!” 

“Yes Sir, if I may.” Tarsem clears his throat before grabbing your hand ignoring the glare you are giving the side of his face. Neytiri pauses for a second her rage bubbling down while she notices something. The way you still wear the love for him in your eyes even while you’re angry. Your body relying heavily on his while trying to keep your distance. She is hit with a sense of deja vu. 

“I love your daughter like no other. I know that I come from a family that isn’t particularly high considering this clan but I truly believe I can make her happy and treat her just as she needs to be. She is my mate, chosen from Eywa herself and whether or not you accept that, I will be by her side until the day she sends me away.” Tarsem finishes and you stare at him in bewilderment and love. Your Father notices and storms out heading quickly in another direction. 

“I will be back.” You stand and follow after him quickly seeing him head off more deeper into the woods. He sees a stream and heads over flopping down with a huff. You quickly follow sitting next to him with a soft sigh. 

“What do you want me to say baby girl?” He says after a few moments in silence, continuing to stare at the fish in the stream. You sigh and rest your head on his tense shoulder. 

“I don’t want you mad at me for picking a boy who is lower in the clan.” You say quietly pulling your knees to your chest and laying your head on your knees with your ears pressed to your head. Jake’s head snaps towards you and he sighs pulling you into his arms and sitting you in a rocking position tucking your head into his chest. 

“Baby girl, I will never disrespect who you love. A man, a woman anyone. Just hopefully not a Sky Walker.” You snort at that and shake your head. 

“Then why are you so mad?” You ask and he sighs kissing your head. 

“My baby girl is growing up and getting out into the world. I always knew once your grandmother stepped down as Tsahik, you would become the new one and you would eventually find a mate worthy of becoming Olo’eyektan with you, but now that’s happening a lot sooner and it just makes me sad, because you aren’t the little girl that would never leave me the fuck alone.” He has you crying and you hug him tightly. 

“Daddy please don’t think that. I’m still 18! I have a few more years to worry about that.” You sniffle and he nods before sighing and pulling you up. 

“I love you baby girl.” He grips you tightly in his arms and you smile.

“I love you too Dad.” 

“Now let’s go meet this boy that’s so in love with you.” He teases you making you punch him and he winces walking back rubbing his arm and poking you the whole time back

[waytooobsessedwithmcyt]

finally, as my closing ask in this burst until i check back on the tag in like some hours later shall be a more fluffy? one:

like cheetahs having a dog bc of their anxiety to look at the dog and be able to be calm, gem gets a pet? to calm her down

ANYWAYS I THOUHT OF THIS AS WELL:

gem is a Walker, and idk maybe sees code or smth, but due to canine hybrid + sees things that cant usually be seen, she sometimes sees a wisp of many wolves hanging around pearl, some eventually disappeared and passed on, but one always remained. a collar around that wolf reads tilly

-🎞️📹

I read a fanfic about Gem and Pearl's snails finding the other and cuddling up in the other's laps so that's probably influencing this post a bit

Tilly found Gem when she was struggling and sat beside her, letting her pet her until she calmed down, Pearl can't see Tilly but she can feel her presence

I love the idea of Gem getting a pet, I think I'd get her a ferret just because they're soft and can actually be held by her, a cat would be a bit unwieldy to carry around, a dog really can't be carried around, I know ferrets are hyper but this is a world where reanimated dead corpses wander at night, so I think I can stretch reality a bit here.

I also just love the picture of a ferret just curling around her neck and falling asleep

[wyrmswears]

Hiii!

I know the au ain’t about Jay, but does he have an animal form? How did Edd & Eddna found him or he does not exist?

I do apologize for the amount of questions not being libber related😞

Pd. I also love wolf children i imagine Libby just recreating the feral Yuki scene right?

Hellooooo!! Had to think about this for a bit; I really didn't give Jay too much mind when making this AU lol. Nonetheless, I really enjoyed getting to flesh out this AU further using your questions so thank you so much for asking! :D I made the AU for Libber and Ice but it's always fun to expand on other characters and how the changes the AU makes affects them.

This post turned out longer than I expected (oops. I love infodumping about my AUs, sorry lol) so the answers in their entirety are under the cut! Spoilers for Prime Empire and Dragons Rising (though nothing particularly about s2) are mentioned though.

The short answers are: Jay is still adopted, Libber left him at the Walkers' doorstep before dying. And yes, Jay has a wolf form like Libber does, but he can't access it until after the Merge.

The long answers:

The second question is easy - the comic on my other post initially had a third page that would've answered this but I found it difficult to get to flow well so I scrapped it. When the Walkers arrive home after coming across Libber, they find Jay on their doorstep. The idea is that she had left him at a safe place as a final act before succumbing to whatever killed her. (Much like in Wolf Children, I don't have a particular cause of death thought out.) Ed and Edna don't make the connection between the child on their doorstep and the wolf on the highway of course, because why would they?

As for whether Jay has an animal form... On one hand I find it very amusing when characters of non-human heritage turn out to be just normal humans, and Cliff Gordon is still completely human in this AU, but I also think it'd be boring to ignore his heritage completely for the sake of the bit. After mulling it over I've come up with this:

Jay grows up showing quirks that align with him being half raijū, but nothing that can't be explained by him being the elemental master of lightning or just a peculiar (and probably neurodivergent) child; these are things like a fascination of thunderstorms, abnormal resistance towards electrical shocks, hyperactivity, a tendency to chew on things...

He has no idea that his biological mother wasn't human until after the events of Prime Empire when Wu, now aware that Jay knows he's adopted as he used it to reason with Unagami, requests to speak to Jay privately. He explains that, if Jay has an animal form then he shouldn't feel like he has to hide it from the team as he is sure that they'd accept him, much like Libber's teammates accepted her. This is sweet and all, but Jay is very confused what he means about having an animal form. And thus begins the explanation of who or what exactly Libber was.

After learning that he isn't completely human, Jay isn't really upset - hell, Zane and Lloyd have both dealt with the same thing and it turned out fine - but he only talks about it with Nya. This is part of my general characterisation of Jay where I feel like he doesn't keep too many deliberate secrets, but does only mention certain things about himself on a need-to-know basis meaning that, while he doesn't care if the team knows he's adopted, only Nya, Zane, and Pixal know that he is (Zane and Pixal for being present at the end of Prime Empire). Nya 'needs to know' because she is his yang thank you very much. Nya helps him to research about raijū and they find out that they can come in a variety of forms. Jay thinks he'd look like a noble and mighty creature, maybe a lion or an eagle. Nya thinks he'd be a chihuahua.

Nonetheless, that seems to be the extent of it; Jay doesn't figure out if he has an animal form or how to use it, and all that's changed is that Nya has become a lot more aware of her yin's oddities. That is, until Dragons Rising.

I think after the Merge, Jay has no issues with accessing his animal form: much like his mother, he's a wolf-like canid. If you told him, he'd probably never believe that he had spent the first 20-or-so years of his life with no clue to his heritage and no abilities related to it when his natural state of self after getting amnesia is to flux between forms. Maybe it developed as one of the strange effects of the Merge, or maybe its a new ability as a result of his environment, much akin to Cole's rock golem. Nonetheless, it serves as a message to Nya that this isn't the same Jay she knew before the Merge. He flaunts his heritage to the team that he never told and has changed, both physically and as a person, without her there to see.

As for the P.S, I'm not entirely sure what scene you are talking about - there's quite a few where I imagine Yuki could be described as feral lol - but Libber is overall quite alike to Yuki in my mind, particularly when she is younger and less concerned with hiding her wolf side.

[gingiesworld]

Reunited

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Zombie Apocalypse. Death. Violence

Taglist: @ginnsbaker @gb12d @lifespectator @imaginationeuphoria @louxbloom @mfd-101

18+ MINORS DNI

Now

Y/N remained on the lookout of the camp, ready to ring the bell if any walkers stumbled across the small amount of survivors that had resided their. Their rifle remained readily within their grasp as they continued to look out through the darkness, listening for any sounds that would mean they could indeed be in danger.

They fingers played with the necklace they wore around their neck, remembering the birthday they had recieved it from their wife and sons.

Then

Y/N woke groggily to the sound of the bedroom door bursting open, the twins bounced on the bed excitedly as Wanda walked in with a tray full of pancakes. Enough for the four of them to sit and eat breakfast together, like they always would.

"Happy birthday baby." Wanda told them sweetly as the twins started to wolf their breakfast down.

"Thank you my love." They whispered as they kissed her lips tenderly before they all started to eat. Listening as the twins came up with a plan for Y/N's birthday, of course it was to be spent at the amusement park which Y/N didn't mind at all. In fact, they preferred to spend as much time as they could with their family.

"I got you something, well the twins also helped with picking it out." Wanda told them as she reached into her pocket, taking out a velvet box and handing it to them. Y/N beamed as they saw the Jedi emblem on the silver pendant.

"I love it. Thank you." They smiled as Wanda helped them put it on before ushering the boys from the bedroom so Y/N could get themselves ready to spend the day with their family.

Now

"It seems quiet tonight." Bruce spoke up as he approached Y/N on the lookout.

"Yeah." Y/N whispered, not taking their eyes away from their surroundings. "But that doesn't mean it is a good thing."

"I know you miss Wanda." Bruce told them as they just hummed. "But it has been years Y/N, maybe they're."

"Don't you dare say it!" Y/N growled as they turned to face their friend. "Do you know over the years I have looked for them, even among the undead. Hoping to see them either way, maybe put them out of their misery and maybe give them the burial they deserve."

"I know." He patted their shoulder.

"No, you don't know Bruce." They told him. "Natasha is here, along with Tony and that kid Peter. You have your family." They looked back out at the horizon. "I just want to be with my family and I will not rest until I know what had happened to them."

Even as the days wore on, not that anyone was really keeping score. They had struggled with the supplies, needing to go into a nearby village to find some food and other supplies.

"It's dangerous." Peter spoke up as everyone hummed.

"But if we don't do this, we will die of starvation kid." Y/N told him. "So, Nat and I will head out and get what we can."

"Just be careful." Bruce spoke up as both Nat and Y/N grabbed their weapons and threw the empty duffel bags over their shoulders.

The two walked through the woods, remembering the way towards the village as they listened to their surroundings. Nat always observed how Y/N was closed off, especially when either couple shown affection to their partners.

"You were married right." She stated as Y/N nodded. "What happened to her?"

"I don't know." They answered her honestly. "We were split up, the kids went with her and I just. I wonder what happened to them."

Then

As they heard a siren blaring through the town, Y/N and Wanda jumped up and grabbed their clothes. Running straigh towards the twins room and grabbing the two. As Wanda helped them get ready, Y/N filled their backpacks with the essentials.

They all froze as they heard screaming, all jumping as they heard their front door open and slam shut. Heavy footsteps headed up the stairs and the twins door opened to reveal a worried Pietro and Monica.

"Come on." He told them all. "We have to go now."

The four of them followed Pietro and Monica to their car, that was when Billy turned back to the house, Y/N chasing behind him as the others screamed after the two of them.

"Mr Sniffles, I can't sleep without him." Billy whined as Pietro was right behind them.

"I'll get him for you." Y/N told him as Pietro grabbed Billy, taking him to the car. Wanda yelled as she watched Y/N run back inside, Monica keeping her from following them inside. Y/N searched Billy's room for a couple of moments before they found his brown teddy bear. Running down stairs as they saw some of the residents running towards them, growling or yelling as they approached. Pietro had started the truck as Y/N soon ran behind the truck. The stuffed teddy in their hands as they tried to jump onto the back of the truck bed. Only just managing to put the teddy in the back as they lost their grip. Falling in the road as Wanda screamed for her brother to turn back. Y/N stood up and ran after the truck as Pietro shook his head.

"We have to carry on Wanda." He told her. "You and the boys are safe." He told her regretfully as Y/N soon disappeared the further away they went. They sprinted towards a neighbouring house, and ran inside. Locking the door behind them as they ransacked the place, sighing in relief as they saw a shotgun above the mantel and shells in a nearby cupboard. Only one goal in their mind, finding their family.

Now

Y/N and Nat looked through the local shops in the village. Already seeing the practically empty shelves. Nat had a defeated look on her face.

"We're going to have to move on." She stated as Y/N hummed in agreement.

"Let's just take what's left and get back." They mumbled as Nat nodded. The grabbed what little was left and made their way to the exit of the store. Glancing around before they made their way back to where they had came from. Their hands on their weapons, ready to attack at any given moment.

"What if they are dead?" Natasha asked them as they just froze.

"They can't be." Y/N told her. "In years I haven't seen her or the boys, not even her brother." They continued to move as they spoke. "I just hope that they did make it out of there because I don't think I can live in a world where they don't exist."

"You really loved her." Natasha stated as they hummed.

"I do really love her." They told her. "There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of my wife and sons."

Then

As Pietro drove, Wanda kept screaming for him to turn the car around. The twins were both crying as Monica tried to calm them.

"I CAN'T DO THAT WANDA!!" Pietro yelled as he hit the steering wheel. "I know you must hate me right now but I had to. I just." He sighed as he looked at her through the rearview mirror. "I promised mama and papa that no matter what, I would always protect you and I won't ever break that promise."

"Y/N is alone." She whispered as Pietro wiped his eyes before his own tears fell.

"They could be dead by now." He told her sadly.

"No." She shook her head as she looked out of the window. "I will not believe that."

"Those things Wanda, they used to be people." Monica told her. "There was a breach at one of the Shield labs and a bio weapon got released." Monica's voice faded as Wanda cried silently, wishing for the day she would see them again. For them to hold her in their arms once more.

Now

Within the walls of Haven, it was a town surrounded by electric fences, 10ft tall and surrounded by boobie traps. Wanda walked through the streets, like she did every morning as the twins remained with their uncle and aunt.

She always looked up at the sky, thinking about Y/N, wondering if even after all of these years, they had somehow survived.

"The boys are awake." Pietro found her as she just nodded. The twins were now teenagers, both 14 years of age. They had still kept asking about Y/N, wanting to know if they had ever survived.

"I'll be there in a moment." Wanda told him. Although she hated her twin in that moment she was separated from her love, she now understands that he had made the hard choice that she wouldn't have made, saving all of their lives which is something Y/N would want.

"Bucky and I are heading out to scavenge the nearby towns." He informed her. "We will be back before sundown."

"Be careful." She told him as he just nodded. Wanda made her way back towards the house that they have resided in since they had found refuge and safety. Thanks to Steve Rogers who also happened to be someone who had predicted there would be some sort of apocalypse. Once Wanda approached the house, the twins were already helping Monica with the fruits and vegetables.

"Good morning." Monica greeted her as she just gave her a small smile. As the world around them was dying, they lived as comfortably as they possibly could.

"Morning." Wanda mumbled as she headed inside. Looking at the picture of the four of them. The one Tommy grabbed from the wall on the way out of their home all of those years ago.

"I know this must be hard Wanda." Monica started as Wanda shook her head no.

"You don't." Wanda whispered as she looked at her sister in law. "Everyday I wonder what happened to them. I wonder if they died that day we escaped. Did they become one of them things and will we see them as one of the walkers who totter around the fence before Clint shoots them with an arrow." Wanda wiped her eyes. "I just, I want to know what happened and it kills me inside because there is that possibility that they could still be alive out there."

Monica had no words so all she could do was wrap her arms around her as Wanda gathered herself.

"Don't get me wrong, I am thankful that the twins are alive and well but." She took a shakey breath. "I just wish I could go back, back to how it was."

Y/N was looking over the old map they had with Tony and Nat as they decided to map out a direction which would be best for them to head out.

"What about near the city?" Tony suggested as both Nat and Y/N shook their heads.

"I understand you were a city boy and miss that life, but that is the most dangerous idea you have ever had." Y/N told him. "The city was highly populated which means."

"There's a high possibility that there is thousands of walkers in the city." Nat finished as Tony huffed. "We're safest if we stick to the backroads, less population and the small towns around help with some of the supplies."

"Ok." Tony hummed as both Nat and Y/N looked over the map.

"So we will head towards Harmony, there's a clearing and a ranch just around here where we can camp out." They pointed to a spot on the map.

"Maybe if the ranch is empty, we can stay there." Nat suggested as Y/N hummed as they packed away the map.

"It should take us a few hours to get there." Y/N mumbled as everyone picked up the bags and weapons. Following Nat as Y/N took up the back.

"So, what is the deal with Wanda?" Bucky questioned as both Pietro and Bucky were stood inside a pharmacy, gathering as much supplies as they could.

"She is still hung up on Y/N." He stated as he picked up a bottle of aspirin. "They are Wanda's partner and we left them behind. I guess she is still holding out hope that they are still alive and will find her and the boys."

"It's been years." Bucky whispered as he looked shocked. "What if she is holding out hope just to lose it."

"She doesn't care about that." Pietro told him. "You should have seen them together, whenever Y/N had looked at her, even from when they both started to see each other, they looked at her like they would move mountains for her." Pietro smiled at the memories of seeing his sister so happy and in love. "I remember the first time she came to me to talk about them. They had been dating for 5 months I think, and her words made me smile and I wanted to find that love that she always spoke about. She told me, 'I have finally found my forever in Y/N and I understand what Mama always used to say when she spoke about love.'"

"That's really nice." Bucky beamed as the two never realised how long they had remained in one spot. "Yelena has been having a hard time lately." Bucky told him as they exited the pharmacy. "Her sister, Nat's birthday is coming up."

"I remember Kate mentioning something about that." Pietro noted as they started to walk through the streets towards the exit, not paying any mind to the walkers closing in from the west. "I guess we should just." A blood curdling shriek sounded through their ears as the two men froze. The two looked around frantically, seeing a small horde approaching them.

"I don't think we can take them." Bucky mumbled as Pietro shook his head.

"Nope. We don't have enough ammo." He stated as he looked to his left, seeing more.

"Maybe we can hide out in the store?" Bucky suggested.

"Yup, let's just give ourselves over to them." Pietro spat sarcastically.

"We can't lead them back!" Bucky told him as he nodded. He knew Bucky was right. "Let's just kill any that get to close for comfort." Bucky soon led the way towards the building in question as the walkers closed in on them. Soon enough they barricaded the doors, Pietro was froze as the sounds of their shrieks and the banging on the walls and door filled his ears. The fear was evident as he started to feel like he was suffocating as Bucky searched for another exit.

"Do you hear that?" Nat asked as she stopped everyone from moving further.

"It sounds like walkers." Tony stated.

"A lot of walkers." Peter mumbled as he moved closer to the group.

"Maybe we can go around." Nat stated as the others nodded as Y/N made their way towards the sound.

"They're surrounding the store." They told them as they pointed towards the small horde.

"I know you have hope that you might see Wanda, but we need to survive Y/N and heading over there is a death wish." Bruce told them as they shook their head.

"We have more than enough to take on the horde that small." Y/N told him. "What if there are kids in there? A family."

"Just like the one you lost?" Tony questioned as everyone glared at him. Y/N just shook their head as they headed to wards the horde, seeing as one of them at the back heard them kick an empty rusty can.

"Come on." Nat grumbled as she cocked her gun, following behind Y/N who started to fire. Aiming for the head as the walker dropped to the floor, the others started to walk towards them as they fired.

"I'm running low." Bruce stated as he reloaded the last cartridge in his 9mm.

"Do you hear that?" Bucky asked Pietro as the banging on the door ceased, the only sound that joined the walkers shrieks was the sound of gunshots.

"Who?" Pietro questioned as he raised his gun.

"I don't know, could be a gang?" Bucky reasoned as he walked towards the window. Watching as the number of walkers decreased instantly.

Y/N had run out of ammo so they had to change to the machete they had strapped to their belt. Swinging it as they got close enough, the blade slicing through the neck as the head fell to the floor. One by one, until the last one was done. Y/N got to the door and knocked on it.

"Come on, we know you're in there." They called out. "It's safe now. You can join us if you wish to."

"Come on." Bucky told Pietro as he started to move the barricade from the door, opening it to reveal Y/N and the small group of survivors. "Thank you." He thanked them as Y/N just nodded. Looking around at the group as Y/N walked passed them, recognising Pietro as he was still clean shaven like he always was before the outbreak. Although he never recognised them as their hair had grew out and their face had some scarring.

"We just need to get some more supplies." Y/N grumbled as they approached the counter at the back of the store, getting the left over ammo for the group as the others grabbed the food and water, and other supplies they may need.

Pietro observed Y/N as there was something he had recognised about them, but he couldn't quite put a name to it.

"We are heading just a couple hours north to a nearby ranch if you would like to join us." Nat stated as Bucky waved her off.

"We actually reside in a nearby town." He told her. "It's actually some sort of safe haven if you would want to join."

"Safe havens don't exist anymore." Y/N stated as they stood behind Nat.

"Well it's not perfect but it has a huge electric fence surrounding it and boobie traps. We also have lookouts." Bucky explained as Pietro observed Y/N. Trying to figure out why they are so familar.

"Y/N." He blurted out as everyone looked at him. "It's you." He beamed as Y/N looked away.

"You two know each other?" Nat questioned as Y/N groaned.

"He is my wife's twin, the man who left me to die all those years ago." Y/N stated as they left the building. Looking either way before they started to walk away from the store.

"Wanda and the twins are safe." Pietro yelled as he followed them out, causing Y/N to stop in their tracks. "They will be so fucking happy to see you. Wanda will be happy to see you."

"You left me." Y/N yelled as they turned to face him. "You were a brother to me and you left me to die!"

"I had too do what I needed to protect my family." He told them.

"I WAS YOUR FAMILY!!!" They yelled as they stepped towards him. "I was family." They whispered as Pietro gave them a sad smile. Neither really paying attention to one of the walkers that they had missed coming from around the building until Y/N saw it approach Pietro. It all happened so fast as Y/N moved as fast as they could, using the knife as they held the walker, not realising it's head had tilted towards their arm holding it in place. Y/N cried out as they plunged the knife into it's skull.

"Fuck!!!" Y/N yelled as they held their hand.

"What do we do?" Peter questioned as Bruce approached them.

"Get me a blow torch now!" Bruce yelled as he grabbed Peter's clean machete before he approached Y/N who cradled their arm. "We need to be fast." Bruce stated as he gestured for Pietro to hold their arm. "Look away." The two looked away as Bruce swung the machete hard, the others flinched as they heard their scream. "Ok, I'm going to cauterize the wound."

"What if it doesn't work and they change?" Pietro questioned.

"You should just shoot me now." Y/N groaned as everyone shook their head.

"I remember it took Thor 24 hours before they turned." Bruce told them. "Maybe if we wait it out." He suggested as Pietro nodded.

"No." Y/N shook their head as they groaned as Bruce used the blow torch on the severed arm. "I don't want to take that chance."

"No." Nat stated as she stood nearby. "I am not going to lose my best friend so we are going to do it Bruce's way."

With very little room to argue, Pietro held wrapped their good arm around their shoulder as they helped them walk as Bucky led the way to the town. Steve was there with Monica and Wanda to greet Bucky and Pietro, before they noticed that their was an increase of people approaching.

"Who is with them?" Monica questioned as Wanda shook her head. Unsure about the new comers with her brother.

"NAT!" Yelena boomed as they approached, Nat smiled tenderly as she heard her younger sister's voice. Speeding up as Bucky opened the gates, everyone watched as the two embraced as they cried in each others arms.

Wanda felt a pang of jealousy, hoping she would have that same reunion with Y/N. But she was starting to give up hope until her brother approached her. Soon enough, she recognised those eyes she had missed every single day since the day they were separated.

"Y/N?" She whispered as she approached the two of them. Her hands reaching up to caress their cheek, her fingers tracing the scars on their face as her tears started to fall.

"Wanda." They smiled tiredly as they went to reach out to her, only to stop as they remembered they lost their arm.

"What happened to you?" She whispered, pain in her eyes at the thought of them going through so much agony over the years apart.

"We have a lot to discuss." They told her softly as they stumbled slightly.

"Is there anywhere we can put Y/N to rest for 24 hours?" Bruce asked Steve as he had discussed what had happened. He nodded as he led them towards his own place he shared with Bucky. Wanda followed as Pietro filled her in.

"Don't tell the boys just yet." Wanda told her twin as she opted to remain with Y/N. "Just in case they aren't out of the woods." The two watched as Steve strapped them down in the medical bed they had taken from the doctors office.

"The straps are just a precaution." Steve told them as they just nodded weakly. Bruce cleaned and changed the dressing on their wound before he left Wanda alone with them. They smiled at her with a tired smile as she sat on the dresser.

"I am happy you made it." They told her. "Did the boys?"

"Billy and Tommy are fine." She told them. "All of us are fine." She approached the bed cautiously. "Leaving you wasn't easy." She whispered as they nodded in understanding. "I pleaded and begged for him to turn back for you but he just wouldn't."

"It's ok." They told her as she shook her head no.

"It's not ok." She told them. "I should have fought him harder on the matter. I should have fought for you."

"Wanda, you had the twins to consider." They told her. "I would prefer if you always put yourself and the twins before me anytime because you three are the most important people in my life."

"You saved Pietro." Wanda stated as Y/N nodded. "I just, thank you for fighting to come back here." She told them as she ran her hands through their long shaggy hair. Leaning down to kiss their lips, the two sighing at the contact they had missed over the years.

"Not a day went by were I didn't think of you or the boys." They told her honestly. "I love Wanda, I always have and always will."

"I love you so much more Y/N." She kissed them once more, her heart full again as the missing piece had returned.

As the months went on, Y/N had adjusted to life with one arm as everyone had their part to play in survival. The twins were emotional and extremely happy to have their parent back with them, even if they had missed years and years together.

Y/N stood at the door, watching as Nat taught the twins some of her moves, even though they hope the twins never need to use them but it is always best to be prepared. Especially in a world that is fading away around the little piece of heaven they have found with their loved ones.