#okay I did not expect twigs to be in my eyes at all

[renegadetulis]

🛁 - Sam & Sage 😏😏😏

Sage immediately noticed his grim, crestfallen face. It was such a stark contrast to the usual beam etched on his lips coupled with the mischievous spark in his eyes. She decided to stay silent - he must have had a difficult day in the ER. Lacing her fingers gently around his, Sage led him to the couch, tugging him slightly to let him know that he should sit down. Once he's settled, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Let me take care of you," she whispered, she could feel him parting his lips to protest but Sage pressed a finger on them and shook her head. Shushing him soothingly, the tip of her nose was pressed against his jaw as she breathed in his scent. Tearing herself away from Sam, she poured him his favourite drink and placed it on the coffee table. "I'll be right back."

Her short walk to the bathroom was full of purpose. He needed to decompress, to sit in silence and get back some sense of semblance of himself and nothing else does that other than a comforting bubble bath. She ran the water in the rub, placed bathsalts and other effervescence. Lavender vanilla candles were lit around the room and once the tub became frothy, Sage exited. Sam had finished his drink and Sage urged him to pick up his own glass while she held up the bottle. "We need it." She led him to the bath and took the glass from to set it on the sink counter together with the bottle. Raising her hands to cup his cheek, Sage met his gaze, quirking up a small, melancholic smile.

"It's going to be okay." Slowly she unbuttoned his shirt, taking off the articles of his clothing slowly till he was bare. It seemed odd - usually the act was filled with passion, heat and urgency. There was none of that now. "Go get yourself into the tub," she whispered, watching Sam oblige. She poured another glass of his drink, placed both glass and bottle near where he could reach them. Sage knelt by his side, picking up a small loofa and started to wash him. After a few minutes, Sam had wrapped his fingers around her wrist. "You're not getting in with me?" It was the first time he had spoken tonight and Sage faltered, tears stinging her eyes slightly. She gave him a sheepish smile. "Only if you want me to," she replied, almost shy. And it was the first time she saw Sam crack a smile tonight even though it didn't reach his eyes. "Always." She returned his smile and obliged.

Slipping into the tub gingerly, Sam pulled her in, maneuvering so she'd sit with her back to him. His arms wrapped around her middle and buried his face in her platinum hair. "You know you can always talk to me... or not. We can just sit here in silence. Like this. You and me," Sage uttered, barely a whisper. She felt him nodding against her head.

"Silence. You and me for now."

[navybrat817]

Deep in the Woods: Part 1

Pairing: Soft!Dark Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: A relaxing getaway in the woods may become your permanent home when you catch the eye of a lumberjack.

Series Masterlist | Part 2

Chapter Summary: You encounter your grumpy temporary neighbor while attempting to chop some firewood.

Chapter Word Count: Over 3.3k

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, bits of MCU canon, cheating mentioned (reader's ex), grumpy x sunshine trope, invasive behavior, reader is too trusting, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a bit rude at first, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: A new dark AU inspired by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 's ask. ❤️‍🔥 Thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer for cheering me on! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The sun shining in the sky was deceiving as you hauled a large piece of wood to the tree trunk. It was chillier than expected, and the cold would only get worse once the sun went down. Your cabin had heat, but you'd be stuck if it went out and you didn’t manage to chop some firewood. Making a fire you could handle. Chopping wood?

That was another story.

“Okay,” you smiled, setting the log upright and adjusting your gloves before you grabbed the axe. You gripped the handle tight, raising it above your head. “I got this.”

The blade hit the log almost dead center. Unsurprisingly though, it barely pierced the wood. You hunched over, tugging at the axe, nearly losing your balance in the process. “I still got this,” you huffed, shaking out your arms and swinging again.

The next swing went deeper, but only by an inch. The swing after that, you nearly missed completely. Sweat beaded on your forehead, your body warming despite the chill in the air. After a moment, you dropped the axe and stared at the log with your hands on your hips. It was nowhere near split.

“I don’t got this,” you sighed.

“Who the hell are you?” a gruff voice asked from behind you.

Your heart leapt to your throat as you spun around, and it raced even faster when you spotted a figure just a few feet away. He was a large man, and one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. He would likely tower over you if he stepped closer. His dark hair hung messily past his shoulders, while his perfectly trimmed beard gave him a rugged edge. The flannel he wore strained against the biceps of his muscular arms, one of the shades of blue matching his thunderous eyes.

Was he glaring at you?

“Hi,” you smiled, trying to sound friendly as you gestured toward the unchopped log. “I was just trying, and failing, to chop some firewood. I hope I'm not disturbing you.”

He kicked a small twig away with his boot. “I didn't ask what you were doing. I asked, ‘Who the hell are you?’”

Your smile slipped. Maybe he was local and didn't like outsiders, though something about him seemed familiar. “Oh, yeah. Right,” you said, giving him your name and nodding to the cabin nearby. “Mr. Hunter rented the place out to me. I’m staying for a couple of weeks. Just got here this morning.” You hoped the place wasn't double booked.

He relaxed a fraction, but his glare didn't disappear completely as he took out his phone and dialed a number. You heard a ring as he put it on speaker. While he tapped a foot impatiently, you weren't sure what to say or do.

“Howdy, neighbor,” a raspy voice answered on the other end.

“Did you rent out your place?” he asked, keeping his eyes on you when your face got hot. You wanted to yell that you wouldn't lie about something like that, but that didn't seem like a good idea.

“Yeah. Pretty lady. Paid in full upfront. Clean background, too.” You looked at your feet. It was weird to listen in even though it was on speaker. And did he say “clean background”? What did that mean? “Why? Is she-”

The man hung up the phone. “Didn't think he rented his cabin out anymore,” he said more to himself than you.

An awkward silence filled the air. “Yeah, well, apparently he does. I booked it a couple of months ago and he left a code to get in and some instructions for the place,” you explained, trying to smile again as you looked around and breathed in the fresh air. “It’s a really nice place and the view up here is gorgeous, like something out of a photograph. Do you live nearby?”

He grunted and jutted his chin out. “My cabin is the next one over to the left.”

“That’s nice,” you smiled more, grabbing the axe again. “And it was very interesting meeting you, temporary neighbor, but I should try to finish this up.”

Before you could blink, the man was directly in front of you with one hand on the handle. He was even bigger up close. “If you’re thinking of taking another swing at that log, don't,” he barked at you, snatching the axe from your hands. You weren’t sure if it was his tone or him grabbing it from you that made you flinch. “This isn't a toy, it’s dangerous. And from the looks of that log you have no business trying to do that to begin with.”

Your cheeks burned again. It was bad enough that this guy didn't take your word for staying at the cabin, but the last thing you needed was for some stranger to lecture or humiliate you, and a grumpy one at that. “Yeah, well, if my cheating asshole of a boyfriend hadn't been balls deep in his colleague, we wouldn't be having this conversation. He'd be out here chopping firewood and I’d be inside cooking, which is something I'm actually good at, thank you very much,” you snapped.

Your tone surprised him enough to let you take the axe back. “I didn't…” he trailed off when you held up a hand.

“You don't know me and that’s fine, but I’m trying to be friendly and that's more than you can say,” you continued, his nostrils flaring. He didn't have to be nice to you, but he didn't need to be rude either. “And not that it’s any of your business, but I'm stuck here by myself, I’m trying my best to make it work, and I don't need some random stranger out here giving me a hard time for no reason.”

Your eyes burned as he stared at you, but you squared your shoulders and held your head high. You spent enough time crying over a prick who wasn’t worth it and you refused to shed another tear because you deserved better than an unfaithful asshole. And you sure as hell wouldn't cry in front of some hot grump with a chip on his shoulder.

The man’s pensive look dissipated more of your sudden anger and his tone softened considerably when he asked, “You’re really out here by yourself?”

You tensed up. It wasn't smart of you to broadcast that you were all by your lonesome. “Yeah, for now,” you said, your voice softer, too. Maybe you could convince a friend to stop by for a day or so. “I know I’m not good with an axe, but I tried. I just wanted some firewood in case the heat went out for any reason,” you said, your shoulders sagging. “So if you don't mind, can I please finish up?”

He nodded, taking the axe more gently this time. “Let me,” he offered, your eyes wide at his change in demeanor. “And step back. I don't want you to get hurt.”

Once you moved out of the way, he lifted the axe and split the log down the middle with expert precision. With his view on the task at hand, you swept an appreciative gaze over him. The guy was a bit of a grump, but he filled his jeans out well. “I’m sorry I snapped at you, mister,” you told him, getting a grunt in response. “My problems aren't your problems and I didn't mean to get so defensive about my lack of wood chopping skills.”

“You can call me Bucky,” he said, grabbing another log. “And nothing to be sorry for. I didn't exactly lay out the welcome mat for you.”

“It’s… Wait, Bucky.” Your eyes widened in realization. “Bucky Barnes?”

He froze before he brought the axe down again. “Heard of me?”

“Of course I have. You helped save the world,” you smiled. Years back, an alien warlord had wiped out half of the population. Not only did a group of heroes called the Avengers help reverse the wipeout, but they stopped the monster with the help of many others across the galaxy. Bucky was one of those people. No wonder he seemed so familiar. “You’re a hero.”

A tortured one at that. You remembered seeing a few articles about him. A former prisoner of war turned brainwashed assassin turned hero. He was pardoned for the crimes committed while was brainwashed, and rightfully so in your opinion, and he went on to use his skills and expertise to help others.

What was he doing out here in the woods?

“Not really a hero anymore,” he said, brushing his hair back with his forearm. “Now I’m just a lumberjack who values his privacy.”

“Oh.” That answered your question. “I guess valuing your privacy explains why you didn't roll out the welcome mat,” you teased, wringing your fingers together. You felt kind of bad again for snapping at him. Given his past that you were aware of, it made sense why he would've been suspicious of someone new popping up near his home.

He stopped to glance at you. “Guess it’s my turn to apologize,” he said.

You blinked, not wanting to lose yourself in his deep gaze. “No need. I figured you were just a local who didn't like new people around.” You smiled at the pile of wood he made. “I think you chopping firewood for me is the perfect apology. You saved me a lot of time and trouble.”

He hummed, putting the blade in the tree trunk once he finished. “You said you cook?” he asked, wiping his gloves on his jeans as he faced you.

“Yeah. I actually have a stew keeping warm right now,” you replied, shifting on your feet when he stared you down. “Are you hungry? I made plenty.”

“Sure,” he shrugged.

“Okay.” Your smile faltered when you walked toward the cabin with Bucky close behind. Was it a good idea to invite him in when you didn't exactly know him? The guy was a hero though. No reason to be suspicious.

The aroma of seasonings, beef, and vegetables greeted you as you opened the door and set your gloves on the entry table. “If you don’t mind taking your boots off, that was one of the instructions,” you told him, removing yours and hanging your coat on the hook.

While the cabin wasn’t large, it was in great condition. It was also extremely clean and tidy. The guy who owned it likely didn’t want dirt on his floors.

“Yeah, God’s kind of picky about that stuff,” Bucky said, putting his gloves on top of yours. You caught a glimpse of his metal hand, but you quickly looked away. It wasn’t polite to stare.

“Wait. The G in G.B. Hunter stands for God?” Your brows pinched as you walked toward the kitchen. “What the hell does the B stand for?” you muttered to yourself.

“That’s really what it stands for. He’s a bit of a strange guy, but a good neighbor when he’s here,” Bucky said, following close again. He was practically on top of you. “So, your boyfriend. He-”

“Ex-boyfriend,” you corrected him, inhaling deeply as you lifted the lid from the warm pot. The scent brought a smile to your face and pushed a bit of the bitterness away. “What about him?”

Bucky grabbed a couple of bowls from the cupboard. He knew where the spoons were, too, so he was at least somewhat familiar with the place. You weren’t sure how that made you feel. “How long were you two together?”

“Almost a year,” you replied. A waste of about twelve months and it wouldn't be fun to start over again.

He set the bowls on the counter before he grabbed a couple of drinks, sweeping a look over you. “Did you catch him cheating?” he asked curiously.

You froze, the image of your ex scrambling to cover himself and his colleague up as you walked in taking over your mind. You had to blink multiple times to make the image go away, but it didn’t stop your stomach from turning. “Yep,” you answered, your throat tight. Why did he want to know? “Tried to give me some lame excuse that it wasn't what it looked like, but I slapped him and said we were done. I can forgive a lot of things, but cheating isn’t one of them.”

“Loyalty is a good trait to want in a partner,” he mused.

“It is, but it’s a trait he didn't have apparently. At least we didn’t live together,” you continued, taking a breath. It hurt and felt good to talk about it. “We were supposed to come up here for a getaway and I debated cancelling the reservation, but I figured it would be a good way to clear my head.”

The kitchen felt warmer and you figured it was because you were close to the stove until you realized Bucky was right at your back. You went rigid when he inhaled. Maybe he was just smelling the food. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

You gripped the ladle until your hand ached. “Not your fault,” you whispered, keeping perfectly still. If you moved forward, the stove would burn you. If you moved back, you’d be right against him. It was a small kitchen, but there was no reason for him to stand so close.

You didn’t exhale until he moved to set the drinks on the table. “You got a job?” he asked.

Clearing your throat, you nodded, thankful for the change in topic. “Yeah, data entry. Not too exciting, but it’s decent pay and I don’t have to go into an office or deal with traffic.” You scooped a generous portion of stew into a bowl for him, just in case he was really hungry. “As long as I have my laptop and an internet connection, I can get the job done.”

“Must be nice,” he commented, but it sounded more admirable than sarcastic. “You said you and your ex didn’t live together. Do you have a roommate? Pets?”

You side-eyed him. The tone was casual, but what was with the multiple questions? “I live alone because my apartment is about the size of a shoebox,” you said. It was cozy though and yours. “Nice thing is the rent is cheap. Sad thing is the building is pet free.”

He took out his phone as you got your bowl ready. “I have a cat,” he said, shoving the phone close to your face. It was a photo of a beautiful white cat sitting by a window. It was endearing picturing a burly man holding such a delicate creature. “Her name’s Alpine.”

You smiled at the image. “She’s really beautiful. I’ve always loved cats.”

He smiled a little, too, but it went away as fast as it appeared. “She’s very particular with people, but you’re welcome to meet her.” He took the bowl from your hand to carry them to the small table nearby. “She might like you since you’re sweet.”

Heat rolled up your neck. “That’s nice of you to offer, but I wouldn’t want to impose,” you said. It wasn’t like you had any plans during your time there, but he had done enough by chopping the firewood for you.

His jaw ticked. “If it was an imposition I wouldn't have asked.”

“Oh, I wasn't trying to imply anything,” you promised, your stomach twisting in knots. It wasn't your intention to upset him.

“Are you allergic to cats?”

“No, I’m not,” you answered.

He set the bowls on the table and leveled you with a hard stare. “Then I think you should meet her,” he said, pulling out a chair for you. It sounded more like an order than a suggestion. “Sit.”

You hesitated before you sat down. “Okay then,” you said. Maybe he was trying to make up for being rude earlier by welcoming you in some capacity. “Does tomorrow work?”

His lip curled up in a smile, giving you a nod, too. “Tomorrow. Early afternoon,” he replied, taking a seat. How did he still look so big sitting down? You watched him blow on a spoonful of stew before he took a bite, his eyes shutting with a groan. It was a deep, primal sound and you shouldn't have liked hearing it. “This is… really good.”

You beamed, unable to help yourself. You took pride in your cooking. “I’m glad you like it,” you said, digging in, too. “So, you said you’re a lumberjack now. How long have you been doing that?”

He hunched over a bit as he took a few more bites, like he hadn't eaten all day. “About nine months. Tough mission happened and I had to walk away from it.” He shrugged dismissively. Did the mission have a bad outcome or was it just the straw that broke the camel’s back? It wasn’t any of your business. “Came out to the woods with Alpine, started chopping down trees to work out some of my frustration, and it somehow became my new job. The woods suit me better than the city anyway.”

“Yeah? How so?”

He shrugged again. “It’s quiet, peaceful. No judging or prying eyes,” he answered, pushing the now empty bowl away. It almost sounded like he was hiding from the world. “And I don’t mind working with my hands. Can chop trees down pretty fast and it doesn’t take long to get the logs to the sawmill. Even built some of my own furniture in my place.”

“You build your own furniture? That’s so cool,” you smiled. It took a moment, but he smiled back a little. “Being a lumberjack sounds like hard but satisfying work,” you added. You admired him for being a hero, but also for his new, humble lifestyle.

“Yeah, it is.” He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach. “This might be rude to ask, but you wouldn’t mind making us lunch tomorrow, would you? I can cook, but it’s nothing like yours.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Part of you took it as a compliment that he liked your cooking, but something in his stare made you want to squirm. Could it be the assumption that you were going to have lunch with him when all he said was that he wanted you to meet his cat? “I don’t mind,” you smiled. Maybe the guy was a bit lonely and just wanted someone to share a meal with. You could sympathize with that. “Anything in particular you like? If I don’t have it, I can go to town and-”

“Surprise me, doll.” The chair scraped along the floor as he pushed himself up, towering over the table and you. “And don’t bother going to town. Whatever you have here to cook, I’ll eat it.”

“I’ll surprise you then.” Your brows pinched as he went back to the kitchen. He walked around like he owned the place. “Oh, help yourself,” you said when he stopped at the stove for another bowl.

He paused to look back at you. His blue eyes looked a shade darker and you couldn’t help but shiver. “I plan to,” he stated.

You gave him a smile, discreetly patting your pants pocket to make sure you still had your phone on you. It wasn’t like you needed to call anyone for help, but you were all alone and had to be careful. You were still going to have a nice time though. It would be a relaxing trip and you could catch up on reading, relaxing, whatever you wanted.

Besides, Bucky was nearby just in case. The guy didn’t seem to have a complete sense of boundaries, but he wasn’t a bad guy. He was a hero. You didn’t have anything to fear.

Right?

Oh, our reader did herself no favors by answering truthfully that she's all alone. I wonder how Bucky will play this... Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[obsessivevoidkitten]

No Light In The Darkness

Male Moth Fae Yandere x Gender Neutral Firefly Fae Reader Word Count: 1.5k (CW: Noncon, stalking, fear, dissociation, general yandere behavior, kidnapping, mentally broken reader, dead dove: do not eat, biting, crying, dacryphilia)  (I marked this one as dead dove because despite there being no physical pain or violence I tried to make the mental anguish and the rape scene and depression that follows to be a bit more realistic than normal, idk if I succeeded but I hope readers still enjoy this work. Also thank you to the reader who suggested the name for the yandere.) (This was a request in my stack from a year ago. Oops. Sorry it took so long.)

A firefly fae with constantly moving antenna, a chitinous exoskeleton covering your feet, legs, hands, and arms, and a brightly glowing thorax that extended from your back and bobbed behind your bare ass. That was you. Overall, you were a pretty average firefly.

Sadly though, you were of a very rare breed. There were very few other firefly fae out in the world, at least not in the part of it that you inhabited. But that was okay, you still went out every warm night and took to the sky, flashing and signaling in the way that your kind did to show you were receptive to romantic advances. You did, actually, have a suitor or two, but they were unfit. They seemed nice, but they lacked a certain special something. They weren’t firefly fae like you were. They were illumination deficient. How could you possibly be a partner with someone who was utterly unable to communicate and woo you via light? Being able to express yourself via your light signals was just far too essential an aspect of a relationship to be with someone who you could not share it with. No, you would be happier single than you would be relegating yourself to a relationship with such a person. The non-firefly fae men that you had to reject were all respectful about it and seemed to understand. Or so you had thought. But there was one who always watched you, stealing glances at you whenever you were out and about during the day and completely unable to move his eyes off of you as he stealthily watched you every night from the shadows as you did your half of an unrequited mating ritual. Orion, the muscular moth man that could never manage to take his eyes off of you. How could he possibly be expected to when you illuminated the sky with your enticing little mating dance. Especially since, even if you didn’t want to acknowledge it yet, it was all for him. How could it be for anyone else? There was no one else even watching, and those that had tried to court you in the past never stuck around like he did after you denied them. They couldn’t pass your test to show dedication in earning you as a mate. You probably didn’t even realize you were doing it, were probably in denial telling yourself you had to have another firefly fae, but really you didn’t fool Orion even if you had managed to fool yourself. There were no others of your kind anywhere near there. So obviously you were dancing for Orion. But he was starting to get impatient waiting for you to realize it yourself. He needed to be your mate already. To have his roaming hands explore all over your body. Orion was a master of sticking to the shadows, but even so you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. You had this feeling in the past from time to time but over the past few weeks the sensation had become nearly unbearable. You could not shake, even for a moment, the sensation that you were being stalked. Hunted. Every breeze, every snapping twig, or rusting leaf was a potential assailant to you. It was especially bad in the woods. You surveyed all that was around you, constantly hyper-vigilant. But all you could see were shrubs, trees, soil, and flowers, nothing out of the ordinary. Even your little house, safe above the forest floor, hanging from the branches of a great tree, did not offer the sense of sanctuary that it should have. You even felt at times that you were being watched in your sleep. You even went so far as to get new thicker drapes to make sure no one could peep in. You tried to calm yourself down, tell yourself that you were being paranoid, but you just couldn’t. One day in the forest as you were searching for food things finally came to a head. You were walking along a gently used forest path, overgrown with grass and weeds, when you noticed a delicious looking clump of edible mushrooms at the base of a bush. You bent down and plucked them up, popping them into your basket when suddenly the bush rustled and shook. With a jolt of abject terror you dropped your basket and ran before taking off flying towards your home. You entered the door and slammed it shut and locked it, leaning against it as you caught your breath. Safe, you were safe and sound. An arm suddenly grabbed you from behind making you scream. The glowing red eyes of a mothy fae greeted you. “Are you okay, my love?” You shrieked and tried to get out of the door you had just slammed closed, shaky hands fumbling desperately at the lock. “If something is after you I will keep you safe!” He exclaimed in a voice that could only be described as eager and “trilling”. He pulled you close and held you tight against his abs. You tried to flail out of his grip, to kick and push but he was so strong, you could see and feel his muscles even beneath his lavender fur. One set of arms wrapped around you, squeezing uncomfortably tight, while the other two slowly made trails all over your body, feeling up your rear, gently touching your sides, and finally turning your head towards him as he kissed you deeply, making a sound not unlike a purr as he did so. You struggled against him, fighting the kiss, your pleas and screams muffled into it, but he did not seem to mind. You tasted so wonderful. “Calm down my little light, I am here for you. I know you might be in denial and nervous, but I know you need me.” He gently grinded against you from behind, his large warm erection slipping between your thighs and plainly visible from between your legs. Precum smeared your thighs as he continued thrusting really slowly, like he was afraid he might harm his tiny little victim. His words, obviously, did nothing to console you and his erection clearly showed his sexual intent with you, eliciting the only logical response. “L-let go of me you fucking psycho! Are you touched in the fucking head!? Get your nasty dick away from me you filthy pervert!!! What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with you?” As you said these words with all the anger and venom you had in you you were flashing angrily as well. “Ah you flash so prettily for me my little fire~ Someone’s just grouchy because they don’t know how to admit they want to be my mate and get my cock in them!” He completely twisted the intent of your words until they reinforced his skewed reality. His cock prodded your entrance, lovingly massaging precum into your hole to lube you up while one of his roaming hands found your chest and he began lightly pinching your nipple. “You don’t need to act all tough my sweet flame, I know you’re soft. You have a mate now, no use pretending otherwise,” he cooed. “You’re a goddamn maniaaaaah-” Orion stopped your words by biting into your sensitive neck just as he finally drove his cock into you. You moaned involuntarily and your legs probably would have given out had he not been holding onto you with his powerful arms. “See? I’ll make my mate feel so good~” You felt a growing heat in your stomach as your light started flashing like crazy, your body was betraying you completely but no part of you wanted this. Tears flooded your eyes and sobs broke up the gasps leaving your body. Of course Orion was oblivious to your plight. Another thing he completely misinterpreted. Your frantic light signals were a sign for him to continue, your tears were clearly of joy, and you couldn’t help but sob in pleasure because your big strong mothy mate was taking such good care of you. The overstimulation was way too much. The mouth all over your neck, sucking, biting, licking, and kissing. The fingers playing with your nipples. The arms holding you so tightly like you were the most important treasure on earth. You came hard. You went limp and your mind went blank, as if trying to spare you what was happening to you to some degree. It was, almost, like an out of body experience. He did not stop at your climax, he kept diving into you over and over, licking up your beautiful tears that he was so sure were caused by the pleasure he was giving you. At long last he finally planted one more passionate kiss to your unresponsive lips and filled you with his viscous seed. His antenna flitted over you and he held you even closer than before. He finally got to breed his darling. And when you next rejoined reality you would find yourself in an unfamiliar dwelling, the place he called home, leaning against him with your face buried in his chest, quietly sobbing, as he slowly made love to you again and again. 

[emmyspov]

Idk if your requests are open rn, but if they're not I apologize. I was wondering how you think The Fellowship would react to their youngest member (someone a little younger than Pippin, like around 20) being incredibly prone to injury but also having a really high pain tolerance. Like they keep falling off things and getting hurt but are just like "Don't fuss over me" and the others are just like hyperventilating because they're already like a little sibling to them so there is PANIC in this fellowship tonight

Source: I fell off a swingset and either severely bruised or fractured me hip :)

The Fellowship x clumsy!reader headcanons

author's note: first of all, i am so sorry it took me this long to answer this - life was just.. a lot and i was trying to stay afloat. then, i hope you are doing okay! and haven't hurt yourself more since you sent this in - please be careful & treat yourself gently 🩷 last but not least: i hope i was able to do you justice & you enjoy it :)

warnings: reader falling/stumbling/hitting their head/getting hurt in general, mention of blood, mention of food, please let me know if i forgot something!

word count: 1.6k

edit is mine, pics are from pinterest :)

Frodo: I think Frodo is actually the one who would understand you the best. I mean, he is the ring-bearer and everyone is always so worried about him and the quest and it’s understandable. I mean, he has a lot of responsibility. But sometimes, he feels a bit suffocated by the way everyone is fussing over him, wanting to keep him warm and well fed and safe. So, whenever something happens to you, he would give you some space first – waiting if you ask for help on your own. If you don’t, he’d make sure that you are not hurt. And then, he’d trust your answer. After all, you know your body and its limits best. If you say you are okay, he will simply focus on the quest again. If you do need help however, he will make sure to inform the others so you can get the help you need. Maybe this is something you could actually bond over. Because you’d treat him the same way – not like a baby, but like a friend.

Gandalf: Since you are the youngest of the group, he would feel very responsible for you. Not as much as Aragorn, but very close behind. Whenever you fall or hurt yourself, the wizard notices immediately. In an instant, he is by your side, helps you up and looks over you from head to toe, making sure you don’t have some big gashing wound or bones sticking out. Maybe I am wrong, but I do think, he would scold you a bit. “You really have to watch out”, “Eyes on the ground”, “Be careful”. But, all of these things mean that he cares. He just wants you to be safe and for you to come back in one piece. On the other hand, he is always quite surprised whenever you tell him that you aren’t really hurt. “Maybe it looks like I would be, but I can move my leg just fine – see?” And he would see. It’d take a few moments for you to convince him, but once you have, you will carry on with your journey as if nothing had happened. What you don’t notice is Gandalf eyeing you every once in a while, just to be really sure.

Merry: This hobbit is kind of used to chaos. I mean- he spends most of his time with Pippin. So, if you stumble and roll down some hill, the first thing he would do is laugh. I am talking a full on bending over, belly laugh. Until Gimli or Gandalf or, even worse, Aragorn slightly smack his shoulder before they are running after you, checking you for any injuries. Only then would he realize how dangerous this whole thing was and he’d follow everyone down to you. What he was not expecting however was to find you laughing. “Did I look cool?” Merry would stare at you for a moment before grinning at you, nodding. “Super cool. But are you hurt? Your arm has some scratches from all these twigs laying around.” You were able to stand up immediately, ignoring everyone’s wide eyes, and brushing off the dirt. “Nothing some water and Elrond’s ointment can’t fix.” You two got closer after this.

Pippin: First of all, he is SUPER glad that you, too, came along, because this way he is not the youngest of the group. Sure, he still has to deal with Gandalf’s annoyance at him, but he also has someone by his side who is also full of energy and curious and excited for the quest (at least in the beginning). But because he is the second youngest, he does feel a bit responsible for and protective over you. Like the older one of a pair of twins would. And since you hurt yourself a lot, he is constantly on his toes. Maybe you’d hold hands sometimes? Just so he can realize as early as possible that you’re gonna fall so he can at least try to buffer it. More often than not, it would also end in you two falling ON TOP of one another and that always ends in a fit of giggles. If you fall on your own though and it looked bad, Pippin would immediately call over Aragorn or Gandalf to help you, even when you say you’re fine because you’re his friend and he wants you to be okay.

Sam: Now we all know Sam is a mother hen through and through, even if he denies it. He is, understandably, mostly focused on Frodo and his well-being, but if something happens to you, he is one of the first to help, despite your protests. You stumbled? He will grab your hand and pull you up. Your hands got dirty and bloody from a fall? He will immediately offer his water bottle and help you clean off any dirt. And most importantly: at the end of the day or during breaks, he will carry over some food he cooked (and always an extra portion, too) even though you keep telling him that you can get it yourself and your ankle does not hurt, even if it might have looked like that earlier. “I just want to be sure, my friend. I don’t like the thought of you being in pain.” After a while, you start to accept his treatment.

Gimli: He is not up for discussions. You accidentally ran against a tree? Slipped while getting some water with him? He will not care for what you have to say about the amount of pain you are. You are the youngest of the group and have to be protected. So even if you vehemently try to make him understand that, yes, you might be bleeding a bit or yes, your wrist might be a little bit swollen, he would ignore you and instead call over the others to let them have a look at you. If they decided you were well enough to carry on, he would either carry your backpack (“Stop trying to take this away from me, I will take care of your belongings for now”) or sometimes even you - “Stop fussing around”, “No, you are not too heavy” and “I will carry you around until you are better.” Often times he knows that you would be well enough to walk by yourself, but it makes him feel needed when he can take care of you in some way.

Legolas: I feel like this can go two ways. Sometimes, when he is running in front of everyone else, he is kind of the last to notice whenever you hurt yourself. If he is with the group however, he will almost always be by your side or at least close to keep an eye on you. He likes to listen to you and Pippin talk since it fuels his inner child. One time, he was walking in front of you with Aragorn when you hit your head on a twig, resulting in a small cut on your forehead. You let out a yelp, more out of shock than anything else, but immediately the man and the elf turned around and ran to your aid. You tried to explain that you were fine, but Legolas seeing himself as a wood elf, was already on his way to find the closest stream to fetch some water to clean your wound. Aragorn was telling the others to take a short break when he returned and sat you down. “Stay still, my friend. Even if your cut doesn’t hurt now, it will later if we don’t treat it properly.” He only grinned when you mumbled something in return.

Boromir: Listen, Boromir has a little brother and a shitty father, he knows how to take care of someone while also respecting their boundaries and wishes. No matter how you hurt yourself, the first thing he will do is communicate clearly. Softly grabbing your shoulders, he makes you look at him and asks if you’re hurt or in any pain. If you answer no, he will ask if you need anything or anyone and if you also refuse that, he will make sure that everyone carries on with the journey. However, he will keep an eye on you, more or less secretly. And he will assist you with all the small things during the quest: rolling out your bedroll and placing it close to his own and the halflings’, sneaking you an extra blanket, making you sit close to the fire or refilling your water bottle without you having to ask. He has a soft spot for people younger than him and will never not watch out for you. Can you tell I have a soft spot for him?

Aragorn: Last but definitely not least, the Dúnedain. He is literally one of the best people to have around as a clumsy person - he has the experience from Elrond and the elves in general and knows his way around nature and the wild due to him being a ranger, so he knows how to take care of a wound. Heck, he had to do it to himself countless of times already. However, seeing you getting hurt so often makes his heart skip a beat every time and not in the good way. He worries about you, even if you claim to be fine. No matter how often you fall, stumble, bump against something or hurt yourself in any other way, he is by your side to take care of you. And he will care for you, no matter what you say. When you scraped your knees one time, Aragorn made you sit down on a log and cleaned your wounds before applying some of the ointment Elrond had given them before their departure. Only when he was sure that he had done everything he could, he would allow you to get back up and carry on. You would not get worse on his watch during this journey.  

[mythica0]

ler!Athena

lee!telemachus

(tickle fic idea I give to u :3)

telemachus having a panic attack and athena comforting him with gentle tickles

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🎂:Epic: the musical

🧁:Telemachus

🍫:Athena

Summary: after Telemachus has a bit of a breakdown, Athena helps him calm down and feel better.

A/N: thanks for the request! This idea was soooo cute! Cheer up tickles are my favorite!!Enjoy! :3

Cw: mild swearing, starts with a bit of angst, but ends happy!

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It had been a… rough day for Telemachus, to say the least.

The suitors constantly pestered and bullied him- more than usual. He had done some rigorous training with Athena, his new mentor. And to add on top of that, he had some stupid royal thing he had to attend to. Man, sometimes he wishes he wasn’t a prince.

It was nearing the end of the day, the stress piling on him over and over again, and it was time for dinner.

He dragged himself to the dining hall, and was met with the usual crowd of suitors and servants and other people who occupied the palace.

And, as expected, Antinous, almost a leader of sorts to the suitors, walked up to him, smirking.

“And if it isn’t the little prince.”

Telemachus sighed. He did not want to deal with this right now. “What do you want, Antinous.”

“Oo, someone’s grumpy today.” The older man taunted, baring his teeth in a smug grin.

Telemachus sighed again as Antinous continued.

“I mean, come on, a royal life, full of luxury. What do you have to lose? Oh, right, your dignity. That is, if you had any!” The suitor laughed mockingly. Telemachus tried to ignore his taunts. He really did.

“You’re so pathetic, little wolf. I could break you like a twig.”

Pathetic. Weak. Stupid. Blue blood. Spoiled. The words left Antinous in a flow of insults and mocking. And even though Telemachus tried to tell himself that his opinion didn’t matter, he could stand up for himself, he didn’t need to give him the satisfaction-

“Why don’t you go live in the woods where you belong!”

-it was the final straw, the one that broke the camels back, and Telemachus snapped.

“Shut the fuck up, Antinous!” He looked up, previously looking at the floor, and had tears of frustration in his eyes, all the stress of the day building up and spilling out of him.

“What did I ever do to you?! Why can’t you see I’m just another person, trying to live my life!” He shouted, and Antinous had the sense to look shocked, before smirking.

“Someone’s feisty! Like a little puppy whose toy got taken.”

Telemachus couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed Antinous aside and stormed back out of the room without even touching his dinner.

Tears fell freely from his eyes as he walked back to his room in a daze of stress and frustration, flopping onto his bed.

Athena watched the whole thing. Invisible, of course. And followed him back to his room.

She let him have a moment to just cry and stare at the ceiling. He looked like he needed it.

After the tears stopped, and he was just dead faced, staring up at the ceiling like it was mesmerizing, Athena revealed herself, sitting on the bed next to him gently.

“Hey, kid. Are you alright?”

“No.” The response came instantly, monotone and lacking any energy. Athena sighed a bit.

“That’s fair. Do you need anything? I could bring you something to eat, since you skipped your dinner.” She seemed concerned, empathetic.

“No, I’m good. But thanks for caring, Athena.”

His voice sounded so.. dead. Athena didn’t like it. It was so unlike the usual cheerful energy that her friend displayed.

She thought to herself, trying to come up with something she could do to cheer him up, and then it struck her. Something that she used to do to Odysseus sometimes. However, the goal was to cheer him up, not upset him, so she had to make sure he was gonna be alright with it.

“Hey, kid, I have an idea to try and cheer you up, but it requires touching you. Are you okay with that?”

Telemachus didn’t look at her and just hummed. “Mm? Yeah, that’s fine, I suppose.”

She smiled, and then gestured for him to come closer. “C’mere.”

Telemachus shrugged and scooched his way over, and was a little surprised when Athena hugged him. But he didn’t respond. It was nice. And to be honest, he kind of needed a hug. So he melted into it, hugging her back and placing his chin gently on her shoulder.

Athena smirked, knowing Telemachus couldn’t see it from the position, and started her actual plan. She slowly brought her hands around to gently tickle his sides.

Telemachus started to giggle, and seemed confused. “Huhuh-? Ahahathehena!” He protested a bit, halfheartedly, and some of the energy returned to his voice.

“What? What’s so funny?” Athena decided to play dumb, as if she wasn’t doing anything, if only for humors sake. Perhaps it would help his mood even more.

“Yohohou’re tihihickling mehehehe!”

“Me? Tickling you? I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She smiled a bit, scribbling and wriggling her fingers against his sides, making him squirm and giggle.

“Lihihiar! Yohohou knohohow ehexahactly whahat yohou’re dohohoing!” He snarked in response through his laughter. Despite his protests, he was secretly grateful. This was definitely working to cheer him up, his giggles joyful and genuine.

“Whaaat? I’m not doing anything!”

“Yehehes yohou ahahahare!” He protested again, squirming in the trapping hug.

“Come now, Telemachus, I don’t know what you mean! Just tell me what’s so funny!”

“Nohohothing ihis fuhuhunny!”

“Then why are you laughing?”

Telemachus groaned through his giggles. “Behehecahahause yohou’re tihihicklihing mehe! Ahas ihi ahalreheady sahaid!”

“I don’t know, I don’t think I’m doing anything.”

“AhahatheneneHa-!” His protests grew louder, and his giggles grew squeaky as Athena moved up to scratch at his armpits, still feigning innocence.

“I mean, if something’s got you this hysterical you gotta share it! Must be pretty funny.” Athena smiled playfully, feeling a sort of motherly connection to the kid.

Telemachus didn’t want to admit it, but the act Athena was putting on actually was kinda funny, making him laugh a little more than he already was.

“Ahahathena! Stohohop plahaying duhumb!”

Athena decided to listen this time, dropping the act, and using it as an opportunity to tease the prince. “Oh, so you don’t want me to stop tickling?”

Telemachus blushed, making it obvious that it was true, but he denied it anyway. “Ihi dihidnt Sahahay thahat!”

“So you do want me to stop? All you gotta do is say the word and I will.” Athena teased, only to be met with silence. She chuckled and smirked a bit. “That’s what I thought.”

Telemachus blushed even more, unable to get away no matter how hard he tried. Athena changed tactics, moving from light scratching to drilling and kneading, utterly horrible, ticklish circles in his underarms that made him near hysterical.

“AHA- Nohoho ahahahtheheNAHA!”

“Aww, you must be pretty ticklish here, kid.”

“EhehehEE IHi cahahant tahahake IHIT nohHO-!”

Athena tsked slightly. “Ah-ah, I think you can. You need a good laugh after the day you’ve had. So I don’t think I’m gonna stop.”

Telemachus continued to laugh, a boisterous, giddy sound that filled his bedroom. He was honestly grateful for this. It felt nice to just forget the day he’d had and just laugh himself silly.

It was such a strong, overwhelming and unbearable sensation, but at the same time he couldn’t help but smile and laugh, making him feel happy and giddy.

“EHEHEHE AHAthehehnaha plehehehEASE-!” His laughter was squeaky and joyful, making Athena smile a bit, enjoying the sound.

“Hey Telemachus, do you know what a tickle monster’s favorite fruit is?”

“Wait- ahahathehena- nonononohohoho-!”

“Well? Do you?”

“Ahehehethehena! Ahahanythihing buhut thahahat!”

“Well, if you won’t answer I guess I’ll just have to tell you.” She lowered her voice to a mock-conspiratorial whisper.

“It’s raspberries.”

As soon as she finished the words, she blew a raspberry on Telemachus’ neck, never letting up the drilling in his underarms.

“OHO myhy gohOHOds- ahatheheNA-!” His laughter grew significantly louder, squeaky and joyful.

“What? I’ve gotta get allll the stress to go away.” She teased with a smirk, blowing more raspberries on his belly and sides, making him squeal and giggle frantically.

“Eeee! Ahahathehena stahahahap!”

“Well, do you feel better?”

“Yehehehehes! Ihi feheheel behehetter, ihi prohohomise!”

“I don’t knoooow, I think I should do one more thing juuust to be sure.” She emphasized some of the words with faux hesitation and consideration.

“Nonononohohoho-“ Telemachus frantically protested, but Athena ignored the pleas, and blew a big raspberry right over his bellybutton, still kneading onto his underarms.

Telemachus basically screamed, squirming frantically as his whole torso was assaulted with ticklish sensations. “AHAHATHEHENA! IHIM HAHAPPY IHI PROHOMIHISE-!” He pleaded and begged for mercy through his loud laughter, and Athena listened and finally stopped, allowing the prince to catch his breath through residual giggles.

“Ahahaha.. zeheheus, yohour ruhuhuthles.” He panted out through leftover giggles, hugging himself to try and expel the leftover tingles.

“Don’t act like you didn’t need that.”

Telemachus blushed again, but didn’t deny it. He hugged Athena again, averting his gaze slightly as he whispered.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, kid.”

And they sat there in each other’s arms for the rest of the night, enjoying a comforting embrace

———THE END———————————————————-

[pretty-little-mind33]

Werewolf AU with Dave Lizewski! Like instead of his secret being that's he's superhero, it's that he's a werewolf and you can tell it's him because of his baby blues. -🍒 anon

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You shouldn't be walking alone at night.

But, you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to know more about this thing. The wolf, the monster, that had been terrorizing the village for months now.

No hunter had been able to kill it. You couldn't understand why.

What was so special about this beast?

Your best friend had made you promise not to walk around at night, but curiosity had won you over.

You wrap your mother's shawl around your shoulders, breathing in the cold night air. You aren't exactly sure why you're doing this, but something was calling you to the woods. It was impossible to ignore.

The moon shines down onto you, illuminating your path. You aren't sure how long you've been walking for but you can hear the sounds of the woods and nothing is unfamiliar until the creaking of twigs behind you and what feels like an animal's breath on your shoulder.

You spin around, dropping your shawl as you fall backwards. You gasp in fear. The monster is tall and large, with dark brown fur and pointed teeth. He snarls, dropping onto all fours and hovering over you.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you refuse to scream. He's just sniffing you now, his wet nose pressed near your neck. You shiver, hands clenching in the dirt. You expect to feel his teeth sinking into your skin and for some reason you welcome it, but that doesn't happen.

You open your eyes, meeting the animal's sharp blue ones and your breath hitches. They look so familiar. Almost as if you know them. Something stirs inside you and the animal, which looks both wolf and man, tilts his head. He takes one last sniff before he growls. He looks like he's holding himself back, body convulsing over you.

Gasping, you scramble away and wince when your back hits a tree. The wolf, or man, you haven't decided, continues to convulse and contort, howling in pain, your eyes widen.

In seconds, you don't see a wolf anymore. Instead, it's just a man. Just not any man. Your man. Your best friend.

"Dave?" you whimper, still frozen against the tree, breath heavy. You look away when you realize he's naked.

Dave looks at you, eyes wide, and then he grabs your shawl to cover himself and staggers towards you. "Oh my god, Y/n, did I hurt you?" he asks, his voice hoarse. He's covered in scratches. You shake your head, letting him cup your face.

"N-no," you say.

Dave sighs, looking confused. "That's never happened," he whispers, stroking his thumb against your cheek. "I- I've never regained control—it's like I'm watching from outside my body. Watching m-me hurt them. B-but, I couldn't hurt you."

You blink at him, taking it in. "You're the monster," you whisper, mostly to yourself as you look into his blue eyes. Dave winces, dropping his hand from your face.

You see the pain in his eyes and you grab his hand. "Dave," you whisper, pulling him into a hug. He grips you tightly, sobbing into your shoulder. You run your hand in his hair, soothing him.

"I'm sorry, you're not a monster. It's okay," you say, holding him. "You didn't hurt me. You're okay. We'll figure this out. I'm here." You promise him, holding him as he cries.

You will figure this out. You're not letting him deal with this alone anymore. He's not a monster and you intend to prove that to him.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Heaven Says You Are In Danger

Lucifer Morningstar x GN!Reader

TW:HORROR AND DARK THEMES. Lucifer is not nice. He is mean and scary in this. You have been warned. Possessive behavior, talks about religion, choking, breaking bones. 

A/N: I WANT TO SAY I HAVE BEEN RESEARCHING ALL THIS CAUSE I  DONT KNOW SHIT. PLeASE BARE WITH ME. Once again a big thank you to my Lovely, @kurosstuff!!

You walked through the dark forest, flashlight in hand as you walked down the beaten path that mother nature was slowly reclaiming. The winds and rain started to pick up almost unnaturally which wasn’t your first concern. If you stayed out this much longer, your equipment was going to get soaked and there’s no use in having a backpack that was soaking wet weighing you down. You covered your eyes and looked around, allowing your flashlight to illuminate through the darkness easily. Your flashlight landed on an old broken statue of what looked like an angel, walking closer to it you noticed the lack of wings and how the statue almost seemed familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Was that supposed to represent Archangel Michael?

You shook your head and followed the path behind the statue walking up to a door, you looked at it confused, your flashlight shining on the words, “Church of Saint Michael, guidance and Protection is around the corner.” You shook your head at the silly words but pushed open the heavy doors before making your way inside. You were being extra careful to close them behind you, so there were no chances of wolves or bears or whatever was in the woods could get you. You looked around the old church, expecting the roof to have holes and the place to be completely ransacked but everything to be seemingly in perfect condition. Well..everything except for the few pews that had been knocked down and a few sticks had made its way inside. You slowly walked around the place making sure there were no animals or surprises waiting for you before you even settled down for the night.

After making sure everything was cleared you put your bag down and go through it to find warmer clothes and your supplies to at least start a fire. There was nothing to be afraid about changing into different clothes in a church- especially an empty church at that but you hide behind a pillar just to calm your anxious mind, as you pulled your soaking wet shirt over your head that’s when you heard it, the smooth yet deep voice sent a thousand razor sharp pricks down your spine and caused you to freeze up. “Changing in the middle of Church?” It echoed around the church causing you to grab your flashlight and flash it around the empty room, one arm covering your chest as you tried to calm yourself but you didn’t see anyone else. You held the flashlight in your mouth as you put the new shirt on, it was your imagination right? You were anxious and it was your mind playing a trick on you.

You walked around once more and checked between every pew whilst collecting all of the random twigs and sticks you could, sitting down in front of your bag you started to collect the sticks in a small bundle before you, searching around for the firestarter and kindling, did you forget it in your car? The same car that was a two day hike from this location? You growled and grabbed your flashlight to look around thinking you had misplaced it but as you got up a soft thud hit the floor before the firestarter slid across the floor. You watched it and started to feel your hands tremble, your gaze snapped up to see a pair of eyes watching you as you slowly moved the flashlight on the walls but you couldn’t manage to fully shine the light on whatever that thing was, you were so fucking scared. 

“Go on Little Lamb..get warm for me. You wanted to seek salvation from the rain and you’ve found it..do not be afraid. I’m simply..watching.”  The voice called out, you couldn’t move towards the firestarter, why was it paralyzing you? “oh..my poor lamb frozen in fear..it’s okay, I don’t bite. Go on, take it. I found it just for you.” You swallowed down the fear and anxiety that was telling you to just run out of there. Slowly crouching down you reached over, grabbing the firestarter and quickly lighting the small campfire you made trying to ignore how the eyes watched you from the darkness. Come morning, you’d be out of here. Just focus on warming up. “Don’t ignore me, Little Lamb…come on can I not hear your voice?” You gulped and shook your head moving to lay your soaking wet clothes around the growing fire. “Such a shame..maybe I can figure it out in other ways.”  The voice cooed out before the eyes disappeared completely leaving you alone in the darkness.

You sit in silence for what felt like hours before you gulped down any fear, “Who are you? You can’t be Saint Michael..or God..” You called out into the darkness afraid of what would happen next. “Who am I?”  The voice called out as footsteps echoed around you before a singular apple rolled in front of you, “..Do you have any guesses?”  You stared at the apple for a moment racking your brain before it hit you, “Seems like you figured it out, Little Lamb. Say it. Say. My. Name.” The voice hissed out as your mouth went dry, your heart hitting your chest and with every breath you took it felt suffocating. “You’re…Lucifer.” You watched as the fire went out and clawed hands grabbed your throat pushing you down onto the ground. Flashlight flickering as a dark chuckle left his lips, sharp teeth on full display as you got a good look at his face.

The pale skin, the rosy red cheeks, the way his golden eyes glowed in the darkness. “Such a smart lamb you are. You’re cuter up close too..maybe I should drag you down into hell with me and make you all mine. My little human..my lamb.” He growled out his snake like tongue licking at the rows of fangs as he started to slowly squeeze your neck. You gasped and teared up, this is not how you wanted to die. “Oh no more tears, Lamb..you're safe here with me..God can’t save you now..he doesn’t care to listen.” You closed your eyes before the suffocating squeeze of his hands around your neck disappeared and he cradled your face, softly cooing at you. Like he wasn’t just choking you out five seconds ago, his face unnaturally close to yours. He smelled like a campfire and..apple cinnamon? Well apples were-..are his thing. 

“What do you want from me?” You sobbed out flinching from how close his sharp talon-like nails were close to your eyes. He clicked his tongue and held your head still in his iron-like grip, you couldn’t fight him off if you tried. “I think you already know what I want, Lamb..I want you to worship me like you worship God and I promise..not to lead you astray, my own little Bishop.” He cooed out his soft voice giving you a sense of comfort yet a part of you yelled to fight back, claw at his eyes and run out of the church. Those eyes couldn’t be trusted, not when they are looking past you..deep into your soul. You clenched your jaw, his thumbs soothingly rubbing at your jawline unconsciously making you slowly unclench your jaw, “All I need is an answer, Lamb and I’ll make your dreams come true..even the ones that you're pushing away from the forefront of your mind..” You felt your face heat up at that but let out a calming breath as you tried to ignore how his soft voice sent shivers down your spine as you opened your mouth watching his eyes light up in glee as you whispered out a soft, “..yes..” His red pupils dilated even more as he stared down at you, like he had just won one last prize.

“Good..Now there is one last thing for you to do for me, little lamb. You think you can handle that?” His thumbs moved down to force your lips into a smile as he chuckled as he looked down at you..was he undressing you with his eyes? The thought sparked something aflame deep inside of you as you watched as bright red horns protruded from his head. You blinked and tried to look away but found it harder than it seemed, your eyes kept drifting back to his. Allowing your eyes to finally get used to the darkness surrounding you both, as you got a good look at him your eyes widened in horror as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He was too perfect.

He was the first fallen angel, it was to be suspected. It was too much, you needed to run. Forget everything in this place and run, in a flash you had snagged the flashlight and smashed it across his head, easily backing up as you tried to escape. The flashlight immediately shattered as glowing golden blood dripped down onto the floor below, a loud shaking snarl echoed through the chamber. Scrambling to your feet you tried to beeline it for the doors but suddenly a fallen pew moved slamming into your legs and making you fall face first onto the stone floor. A sickening crack filled the air before your senses were filled with the familiar metallic taste of your own blood. 

You coughed and spit out the blood whimpering before you felt two clawed hands wrap around your ankles and pull you back closer to him. “Now now, Little Lamb. There is no reason to be attacking your God.” He snarled out easily snapping one of your ankles in half, his smile growing as he heard your sobs and screams. “You aren’t my god.” You replied between tears before his clawed hands wrapped around your neck squeezing easily cutting off your oxygen. “I am and you will obey me as such. He won’t listen to you. I will. Think about it, Lamb.” He let go of your neck allowing you to gasp and choke for air, sobbing out as you tried to claw away pathetically. 

“What is it that you want, Lamb? Do you not want to be my Bishop..do you not want to worship me?” He pulled you back towards him, “I want to go home- please..I just want to go home.” You laid your head on your arms, you could feel your own sanity slipping. The whispers in your head got louder, you could just let go..he’d take care of you right? He promised you. “But you are home, Lamb..” He purred out and easily pulled you to sit up onto his lap, “You are my Bishop..my sole worshiper and I take care of my people.” His lips brushed against your ear as one of his hands cupped your jaw, he could sense your doubt and he hated it. 

“Tell me…does your god listen to you when you call for him?” He asked, watching as you sobbed out shaking your head, making him click his tongue in thought, his eyes scanning your blood and tear stained face. “But I will..I’ll listen to your every whim and desire..to your plea for a better life. All you have to do for me, Lamb..is..submit. Tell me your mine, my favorite little Bishop.”  His hand tilted your face towards him, “I will never ignore you..never throw you to the side like that FALSE idol has, my sweet lamb.” You had stopped crying by now, hands shakily clinging to his arms, “Just..give in, Little Lamb.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine as you slowly nodded at his words, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip.

“Now..one last test for you, Lamb..are you ready?” He asked as you stared up into those golden eyes, those perfect golden eyes that felt like you were staring into hell itself. “Let me have one taste, Lamb..”  You looked at him confused, raising your head up towards him as his serpentine tongue licked at his teeth. Oh..Oh..that kind of tasting.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger. I might do a part two where it’s just smut but I wanted to make this part purely horror esque. Let me know if you guys want a part two.

[famesau]

How The RDR2 Boys Kiss You

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 I'm only doing Kieran, Charles, and Javier for now (Might do Dutch and John later..) because I love them tehe. These are my personal headcanons! Also, I won't be writing them as bullet points more like one shots okay??? GREAT!

( Also the Kieran and Javier pictures are my screenshots, the Charles one is a random one I found in Pinterest--)

Kieran Duffy//First Kiss

Inexperienced 

You and Kieran were smitten with one another but he was always too nervous to make his moves and if he did it wouldn't last long. He'd get enough courage to hold your hand but once you noticed he'd pull back, fearing he was being too forward. You'd reassure him every time but his jitters would always get the best of him. So instead of letting him make the moves you decide to. When you noticed he wanted to hold your hand you'd happily take his in yours. When he wanted a hug you'd eagerly hug him back. You both weren’t official but there was definitely something here. Something new you’ve noticed was how often he’d stare at your lips. At first, you thought it was because you had something on your face or something in your teeth but soon you knew why he was doing that. He wanted to kiss you. It was painfully obvious but he wasn’t confident enough to make such a forward move. You’d catch how he’d subtly lean closer than usual but quickly back away if you caught him. After a few days of this continuous pattern, you decided to make your move again. 

It was night in the camp and all the members were heading to their camp to sleep or spend a few more minutes around the campfire. Kieran as you expected was near the edge of camp, leaning his back against a boulder while he was whittling a small twig to pass the time. It was easy to find him, if he wasn’t with you he was either there or with the horses. With a small smile, you walked up to him. He quickly noticed you. He tossed his stick aside and looked up at you, a slightly nervous but happy look in his greyish-green eyes. 

“Come with me.”

You said, extending your hand towards him. He assumed you were taking him to your tent like other nights to hang out so he took your hand and helped himself up. He happily followed after you, looking forward to spending time with you. Little did he know he was in for a pleasant surprise. 

Once inside you led him to your bed and sat, pulling him to sit down next to you. A smile was still on his face as he waited for you to speak. You turned your attention to him but remained quiet. Like you expected he started to watch your lips, admiring their shape and wishing he could kiss you. His daze ended when he felt your hands cup his cheeks. His eyes quickly darted to meet your eyes, a noticeable amount of blush on his cheeks as he noticed the look in your eyes. A look he couldn’t quite figure out. 

“Y-you okay?”

He asked before you pulled his face down towards you and kissed him. When you kissed him he jolted and stiffened immediately, a soft whimper coming right after. While your eyes were closed his were wide open, looking at you in utter disbelief. His cheeks burned a deep red from the soft and tender sensation of your lips against his. But as quickly as he jumped, he quickly melted into the kiss. His body slumped slightly so he could comfortably kiss you. You could tell he was a bit inexperienced from the way he kissed you back. When his lips found their way back to yours he was a little rough with eagerness but he didn’t try to explore your lips more. You however weren’t afraid to do so. You held the kiss, letting him get comfortable before doing anything else. While your hands cupped his scruffy cheeks you gently nipped his lip, asking for entrance, which rewarded you with a sweet whimper from him. You could feel his cheeks warm up and his body jump but he was definitely enjoying it. His eyes fluttered shut and he allowed you to take control. He hesitantly parted his lips for you and waited for you to continue. Though you were eager you took it slow, carefully slipping your tongue into his mouth. His body shivered from the sensation and let out a small moan when you did.  Slowly you lapped your tongue over his and he would soon do the same. His movements were awkward at first but once you both found a nice pace he grew more confident. His hands at first were resting on his lap but he deeply craved to touch you. So he extended them and shakily placed them on your hips. His hands only rested there for a moment before he started to pull away, thinking he was being too bold but you stopped him. You pulled your hand from his face and placed it over one of his hands. Reassuring him that this was okay, that he could touch you freely. The feeling of your hand over his made his grip on your hips tighten slightly. His fingers gently ruffled the fabric of your clothes, enjoying how your body felt beneath his hands. Without breaking the kiss he pulled you closer to him, closer than you already were. Now your chest and his were pressed against each other, his hands still wrapped snuggly on your hips while your hands fell from his face to his shoulders. You draped your arms over his shoulders and hugged his neck, kissing him with a little more hunger, and like clockwork he matched your pace, still letting you have the most control. This went on for a longer, him too desperate to stop and you having too much fun. Soft noises could be heard from both parties but he was a little nosier than you.  As fun as this was eventually you both had to pull back to catch your breath. As you both pulled away a small string of spit connecting you both before it broke. You both remained pressed against each other, feeling each other's chest expand and deflate quickly. You both exchanged surprised but happy glances at each other. His face was a much darker shade than yours but you both enjoyed that equally. You were about to pull away from him but that firm but gentle grasp on your hips stopped you. He leaned a little closer to you and with a soft and tender gaze he asked…

“..C-can we do that again? Please..?”

Charles Smith// On TheLips

First Kiss

You and Charles were dating but not for too long. He’s been in the gang for a little over six months and you’ve been dating for only 2 months. He was the one who seemed interested in you in his way. He wasn’t much of a talker but he’d say hey to you whenever he could. You were never bothered with how quiet and reserved he was and that made him like you more. You were patient with him and it did pay off. His way of “confessing” wasn’t really confessing.  When you weren’t busy and he was on guard duty he walked up to you and asked you to hunt. Of course, you’d join and each hunt went well but they felt different, more intimate. He’d talk more, occasionally asking you questions or sharing facts with you. What started as genuinely just hunting together would later be more like dates. You’ll ask each other to hunt just to spend more one-on-one time together. Of course, you’d actually hunt but that wasn’t the main focus. This went on for a while and of course, over time feelings started to grow. You both were closer than most and understood each other on a deeper level. Neither of you felt the need to ask the other out because you both knew what y’all wanted, each other. 

Even though you were both dating you never properly kissed. It was always a quick cheek kiss or forehead kiss. He also wasn’t overly touchy with you which never bothered you. You knew his way of showing appreciation was through acts of service most times so it never bugged you, but it did make you cherish the moments he was physically intimate with you. 

Today he was going out with a few other gang members for a job, one that might have him away for a day or so. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for him so when he departed you said your goodbyes and went about your day. Sure you missed him but you knew he’d come right back so it never worried you. But today was a little different. You didn’t know but the mission today had a much greater risk than the others. They were going to rob a bank in Saint Denis with a majority of the members attending except for you and a few others. Some people had to stay put and keep watch of the place so you volunteered. Charles was glad you decided to stay due to the high risks this mission had but he kept that to himself. While others were looking for guns and going over the plans, Charles was by his horse Tamia, giving her a few brushes before he left.  He was dressed in a suit, you never saw him this dressed up before but you did like it a lot. The cool colors complimented him well. Since he was alone you thought this was a perfect time to say your farewells. He quickly noticed you approach him, taking his attention away from Tamia and now fully on you. He greeted you with a small smile and you did the same.

“You look nice.”

“Thank you, need something?”

“Nope, Just seeing you off .”

You said as you took a few steps closer to him and began to fix his clothes lightly, smoothing out the ruffles on his vest and straightening the ribbon around his neck. He stood still, looking down at you while you fixed his clothes. When you finished you gave him a soft pat on his chest and another smile. He gave you a small nod in appreciation but his gaze lingered on you as you stepped away from him. 

“Be safe out there Charles, Make sure they don’t do anything stupid.”

“I will. Can’t make any promises bout that but we’ll see.”

You and he share a small chuckle, knowing damn well that stopping them from being stupid was highly unlikely but hey you could hope. You were just about to leave his side but something stopped you, it was the look in his eyes. You were good at picking up subtle things like that. He looked like he wanted to say or do something so you turned back to him, slightly tilting your head up at him. Just as your lips parted to speak he cut you off with a question.

“May I kiss you?”

 Your eyes widened slightly, surprised by his question. You stared back at me for a few seconds before laughing quietly.

“Pfft- you don’t have to ask to do that. But yeah.”

You turned your cheek towards him, expecting one of those kisses but that's not what he had in mind. He gently grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. Your gaze grew a little confused but in a matter of seconds, he pulled your chin up and leaned down, giving you a soft yet tender kiss. Your body grew stiff from the suen feeling is his lips against yours. His lips were plump, warm, and soft. You’ve wondered how kissing him would feel like, and now that it was happening your mind short-circuited. His fingers remained on your chin, keeping you in place as he continued to kiss you just a few seconds longer. Just as you felt yourself starting to relax into the kiss he pulled back. He looked down at you with a small smile on his lips and the faintest of red on his cheeks. You looked back at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open as you processed what just happened. There weren’t many times he could catch you off guard and this was one of those times. 

“You alright?”

He asked, brushing his thumb against your chin then gently pushing your chin up, closing your mouth for you. He didn’t expect you to react like that but it was a little amusing. He tilted his head a little, keeping his eyes on you as he awaited your answer. 

“ I uh..yeah. Yeah, I‘m fine.”

You said, clearing your throat at the end as you blinked a few times. Trying to regain your calmness but your heart wouldn’t let you. It raced quickly and loudly as you watched him, a soft glint of admiration in your eyes. His gaze too grew softer as he watched you but it was cut short by his name being called by Arthur. His hand fell from your chin and rested on your shoulder, giving it a gentle and firm squeeze before he left your side.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Mhm…Be safe out there.”

You saw him walk off and join the others, loading up into the wagons and starting to ride out of camp. As you watch Charles slowly fade into the crowded trees with the others you bring your hand to your lips and gently brush your fingertips against them. Feeling that sensation of Charles's lips against yours. You weren’t sure why he felt like today he would kiss you but you weren’t upset, far from it actually. He wasn’t sure why he did too. He wasn’t the type to overly worry when it came to jobs like this but after losing Sean and Kieran not too long ago to jobs gone wrong he felt a pit of anxiety swell in his stomach that he kept it under wraps. Maybe that was the reason he felt like kissing you, anxiety does make you do crazy things at times but he’d be a liar if he were to deny that it didn’t help. He enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he thought he would and as he silently rode in the wagon alongside Bill he felt his calmness coming back. 

Javier Escuella// Boby Kisses

Body Kisses

You and Javier have been together for a long while. Everyone knew and approved of your relationship, they always mentioned how happy he seemed now that he was dating you. He never thought he was the most attractive person in camp but that didn’t stop him from pamering himself and of course, flirting with those he found attractive as well. When you first joined the gang he was skeptical of you and your past but he kept any insults to himself due to his attraction towards you. Once you proved yourself and started to warm up with the gang he slowly began to hit on you, complimenting you in Spanish knowing you didn’t understand him. You and many others could agree that his flirting skills were terrible but you found it endearing how hard he was trying. Eventually, you were the one who asked him out, which not only shocked him but made him love you more. No person ever returned the genuine interest in him, he was always the one making the moves so this change was new but made him extremely happy. 

Your relationship with him was very lovey-dovey even now. He was a very romantic person, he’d always flatter you, compliment you, and get you things when he was out. He especially loved when you would sit near him at the campfire while he sang. The smile you both would give each other while he played and you tried to sing along made his heart flutter every time. He never had the opportunity to properly love someone so he made sure with you he did it right. He always made sure you knew verbally and physically how much he appreciated you, even after a long day where all he wanted to do was turn in. You insisted that he didn’t have to but he never listened.

Today however was rough for you. You were in Valentine making a few extra bucks for the gang and it went well. Up until you were on the way back to camp. You were ambushed on a bridge by some O’Driscolls. Thankfully it was only a handful of them so you handled them as quickly as you could but not without getting a few injuries. It was nothing too serious, just a few bruises and scraps but you were rewarded for handling them. They were carrying a couple hundred bucks on them so you took it as well as any other valuables to bring back to camp. You’d be a fool if you left all these goodies behind.

Upon your arrival, you were greeted by Charles and Lenny who were keeping watch. You rode into camp, being greeted by a few other gang members as you hitched your horse and stumbled slightly. Your body was tired from working all day and that O’driscoll run-in made it much worse for you. Before you went to your tent you had to give some of your findings to the camp. So you strolled your tired body to the donations box and put in some jewels and a few hundred bucks you found on the O’Driscoll’s corpses. Your generous donation wouldn’t go unnoticed, once you finished up there you were greeted by a firm grasp and the smell of a cigar and lavender.

“Looks like somebody's been working real hard!”

“You could say that Dutch heh..”

It was the Dutch Van Der Linde who then thanked you for your contributions. You hoped to just head to bed but he began going on about how this money would help everyone get to Tathi and how everyone would be alright. While he held you hostage and rambled on Javier quickly noticed you. He was sitting near the campfire, strumming one of his favorite songs while he looked at you. A soft smile brushed his lips as he watched you. He too had been out and about most of the day but he was looking forward to seeing you. He hoped you’d join him near the fire and share stories about your day. But he noticed how sluggish you looked, how your hair and clothes were roughed up, and how you walked with a slight limp. When you finally managed to escape Dutch you quickly excused yourself and went to your tent for some well-needed sleep. You were so focused on getting some sleep you didn’t notice Javier. When you walked off he quickly put his guitar down and went to follow you. Eager to make sure you were alright. When you entered our tent you quickly closed the flap door and flopped onto your cot with a heavy sigh. For the first time in a while, the bed felt soft and comfortable. Your aching body relaxed into the bedding and your eyes fluttered shut. You didn’t take your clothes or boots off from how tired you felt, you’d probably kick them off in your sleep anyway. Just when you began to tune out everything and drift to sleep Javier’s soft voice filled your ears. He was there in your tent as you flopped down, he called out to you but you didn’t answer, accidentally tuning him out at first. 

“Mi Amor?”

He called out softly as he slowly stepped towards you. You turned your head towards him slightly, remaining on your chest, too tired to try and move again. When your eyes met his worried danced across his features. You gave him a tired smile, glad to see him.

“Hi javi..”

“Are you alright?”

He asked, taking a seat on your bed near you and placing a comforting hand on your lower back, gently rubbing it. 

“Not really, but I will be..”

You mumbled, shifting your body, now you were lying on your side with your back facing him. His hand followed your curves and rested on your side now. Hearing that you weren’t okay made a frown tug his lips. He wanted to know what happened, feeling a bit of anger bubble up from someone daring to harm you but he didn’t want to burden you with questions tonight. So instead of asking questions he decided to help you relax. He pulled his hands away from your side and took your boots off for you. He carefully worked them off and placed them next to your cot. When he finished he crawled into the bed with you, returning his hand to your side. He leaned forward and began to litter small but sweet kisses on your neck. His facial hair tickled your skin as he kissed down your neck. Each kiss was sweet and gentle. Your body almost instantly relaxed when he kissed you, something was so hypnotizing about his kisses. This went on for a minute or so longer, his hand rubbing small circles as he traveled up your neck and to your cheek. 

“Estarás bien mi dulce..”

“You’ll be fine my sweet..”

He whispered sweetly as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his chest against your back and chin on top of your head. No matter how hard the day was he made sure to check on you and you adored that so much. It was like all the aches and pains went away the moment his lips came in contact with your skin. Your body melted into his grasp happily. You knew he’d mostly stay with you tonight like many other nights so you didn’t bother moving out of his touch. With staggered breath you rolled over, now facing him. He pulled back a little and loosened his grip so you could move around better. He curiously looked down at you and wondered what you were doing quietly. You shifted your body upwards in bed and kissed him, a thank you for coming to check on you. Instantly he kissed you back, his grasp on you tightening slightly. The softest of moans slipped his lips as he kissed you passionately. He wasn’t expecting it but he’d never complain when receiving any amount of physical contact with you. You and he held the kiss a few seconds longer before you pulled away. When you pulled back he smiled down at you, a lovesick look in his eyes. He really did love you.

“Thanks javi..”

“You don’t have to thank me, I’d do anything for you my love.”

With a tired but happy smile, you returned to your original position, your back against his chest. He pulled you in a bit closer and returned his chin on top of your head. And there you both remained for the night, him happily holding you and you happily drifting to sleep in his arms.

If these do good I'll make a part two for John and Dutch. I had so much fun writing these tee <33

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: Sick Day

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable. Just some fluff about how our murderous couple would take care of each other. And of course the rest of the gang has to “help.”]

[One shot, word count 2731, Cw: mild nudity?]

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You woke up, aching from head to toe. Despite Alastor being right next to you (the man radiated heat) and the duvet, you were chilled. A sudden coughing fit made you wish for some tea.

Crap. You were sick.

“Mmm, cher?” Your ears must be clogged too. Your husband’s voice sounded staticky and a bit distant, as if you were listening to his radio broadcast. You started to reply but another coughing fit interrupted you.

Another try. “Alastor, good-“ you tried to greet him but you cough didn’t stop.

He sat up and gently put the back of his hand to your forehead. His hand looked a little funny. Did you two not clean up after a kill last night? Maybe that’s why you felt so awful. “Ah, mon petit coeur, you’re sick. Best you stay in bed today my dear.”

“Cher,” you managed to croak out. There went any thoughts of performing tonight. “Your hair is all red and-“ you paused to cough “-there’s twigs in it! Didn’t we wash up last night?” You reached up to brush the twigs away. He was so careful about washing blood off yet his hair must have been soaked with it.

“What?” Maybe the two of you had been up very late; his eyes looked bloodshot too. “Y/N, what are you…?” He trailed off as you got a look at your hand. Goodness, you were still covered in blood too! “Ah, mais non cher. We’re in Hell. Remember my dear?”

“I know I feel awful-“ you said around coughs “-but saying this is Hell is a bit much Alastor.”

He grasped your hand. “Y/N. We’re dead my dear. We have been for almost a century.” He gently brushed a sweaty lock of hair from your face. “We really are in Hell, cher.”

Oh. That wasn’t your ears being clogged up. The Radio Demon. His voice was just like that now. “Fuck.” You flopped back onto your pillow, shrike wings spreading out limply.

“Hmm, I don’t believe either of us would be up for that,” your husband said mildly.

You grumbled. “Isn’t being in Hell punishment enough? Getting sick on top of that seems a bit much.” You did your best to focus your magick. A little silver halo of wind formed above your head to make a cooling breeze.

As you dozed, Alastor busied himself in the kitchen. Shortly he returned with a tray of food and tea. The tea had a generous helping of honey, the bowl of grits was one of your comfort foods and was easy to eat. After making sure you were settled, he left to inform Charlie and the hotel’s residents of the situation.

Unbeknownst to you, once informed that you were ill, Charlie responded with the expected sympathy at first. Then she gasped and launched to her feet. “That’s it! That will be perfect for today’s activity!”

“Say what now?” Alastor’s voice scratched at her sudden enthusiasm.

“We can work on helping Y/N feel better! Hey everyone!” She bounced up and down, waving excitedly at the residents. “Today we’re going to work on ‘helping someone in need!’” Alastor’s eye twitched as she started making plans.

“Sweetie, what’s this all about?” Vaggie asked as she got to the main floor. By then the little group was all gathered in the parlor.

“Y/N is sick sooooo this is the perfect opportunity to work on ‘helping others!’ Being selfless and helping others feel better is sure to help on the path to redemption! So I want everyone to start brainstorming how to make Y/N feel better.” She dashed over to a pile of paper, saying she was sure she had notes about what to do when someone is sick. Alastor’s eyelid continued to twitch.

Vaggie, ever the perceptive one, noticed his irritation. “Charlie, sweetie, did you make sure Alastor and Y/N are okay with this?”

“Right! Alastor, can we all help you take care of Y/N until she’s feeling better?” She clasped her hands together as she looked up at him. Begrudgingly he agreed to ask if you were up for it.

You were sipping your tea, letting the warmth soothe your throat. “I suppose I don’t mind,” you said, surprising your husband as he cleared away the tray. “It’s more interesting than staying in bed all day.”

“If you insist my dear. May I?” He held out his arms to scoop you up at your agreement. “Although you will be right back up here if those misfits go too far.” You chuckled as you curled up in his embrace. Or you tried to, but ended up coughing.

He sighed and carried you down to the parlor. You could hear Charlie cooing at the sight of the Radio Demon gently bringing his wife down the stairs.

One thing you’d come to find out in your afterlife was that your animal traits came to the fore at strange times. One of which was when you weren’t feeling well or recovering from an injury. You preferred being in something more like a nest than a bed at those times. So Alastor snapped his fingers and a pile of overstuffed pillows manifested on the ground.

You shivered as you settled in. “I want the duvet cher.”

“Oh oh! We can do that!” Charlie waved her hand widely. “Angel, Pentious, this is a great way to start!”

“Very well then! Minions! Let us fetch the lady’s blanket for her!” The snake demon slithered to your suite, eggs chattering as they followed along. “‘S called a duvet…” you mumbled sleepily. Once you were wrapped up, your day being a target for ‘assistance’ began. Alastor wasn’t about to leave you alone with them, so he settled into the nearby wingback chair.

Angel disappeared and returned wearing a skimpy nurse’s outfit, complete with thigh high stockings. “Alright toots, Nurse Angel Dust is here to make you feel all better baby.” He pulled a thermometer out of his chest fluff and popped it into your mouth. The thermometer beeped rapidly and he took a look at the reading. “Oh shit, you really are sick.”

You stared at him blankly; Alastor’s eye twitched and his smile twisted in annoyance. “Yes. Yes I am. Thank you for the assessment.” Angel held up a finger and dashed off. He returned with an ice pack, lozenges, and an extremely phallic shaped popsicle.

He plopped the ice pack on your head and popped the frozen treat in your mouth just like he had with the thermometer. “There you go, sweet cheeks, that’ll help your throat. I’ll get you somethin to eat.”

“No need! Doctor Pentious is here with the cure for the lady’s illsss.” Pentious slithered up, dressed in a white coat with a head mirror strapped on. The egg bois had matching outfits and were carrying reflex hammers, tongue depressors, and a bone saw. One had a highball glass ready. Pentious produced a dark colored bottle labeled as Dr. S. Pentious’ Hellish Cure All! For all aches, pains, coughing, toothaches, cramps, and gunshot wounds.

He poured the red tinted dark liquid out. You could swear it smoked in the glass. Before he could hand it to you, Alastor grabbed the glass and tossed it into the fireplace. The glass shattered and the liquid evaporated in the flames, making a puff of skull shaped smoke. “No patent medicines for my darling, chum.”

“What?! It works perfectly for my minions!” Pentious looked offended.

“Your minions are disposable. Y/N is not.” You could see his antlers stretch as his annoyance grew.

“Ooooookay, that’s a good start! Angel, Pentious, how about you two make something for her to eat?” Charlie shoved both of them out towards the kitchen. Thankfully, Alastor calmed down as they left. You continued eating your popsicle, deliberately not thinking about how it looked while he relaxed into the chair with his eyes closed.

“At least they mean well, cher,” you reminded him. He cracked open one eyelid at you, clearly annoyed by everything in existence.

Just as you finished the popsicle (it did help soothe your throat) Husk walked up. “Here, this should actually help.” He held out a medicine cup, with a dose of syrupy liquid in it. “Actual medicine, none of that snake oil crap.” He also had a glass of whiskey for Alastor. “Figure you need something to take the edge off.”

“Perceptive as always Husker,” he sipped gratefully and added, “although I may need more than one of these if this keeps up.”

“I’ll keep ‘em coming boss. Better than you rip our only residents into pieces.”

Husk kept providing glasses of water for you and whiskey for your husband. You vaguely heard some metallic banging and voices from the direction of the kitchen, but nothing really distinct. Eventually Angel and Pentious returned with soup. Chicken noodle, with enough spice to clear your sinuses. The two of them regaled you with how they cooked it, each trying to claim they did more than the other.

Finally Vaggie stepped in. “Look it doesn’t matter which one you dumbasses made it if she doesn’t get to have any because you keep arguing about it. So shut up and let her eat it before it’s cold.”

“Fiiiiiiiine,” Angel leaned over to you with the bowl. “Open wide toots,” sounding way more sensual than any nurse should be.

You grabbed the bowl. “I can feed myself Angel.” Fortunately the soup was pretty good, once you could actually have it. You snuggled into your nest. “Alastor, ma cher, it’s about time for your broadcast.” The sound of a record scratching filled the room as he glared at you, then at Charlie’s group still brainstorming ways to ‘help’ you. “I’ll be fine darling. Vaggie and Husk should be able to wrangle them. I think,” you added in an undertone.

He hesitated and you waved him off with a shooing motion. “Very well cher. I’ll be back right after.” He kissed your knuckles before vanishing into his shadows.

“Y/N, Y/N! I made you tea!” Niffty skittered over with a tea set on a tray. “Merci Niffty, that’s very sweet of you.” She giggled maniacally but you were used to that. “It’s supposed to be really good for when you’re sick, ginger and honeybee!” she added just as you took a sip. You froze and managed to spit it back into the cup.

“Niffty! You’re supposed to use honey not honeybees,” Charlie exclaimed, whisking the cup away. You desperately groped for your water; Pentious realized what you needed and got the glass in your hand. You rinsed your mouth before gulping down the rest. Husk brought you a refill and you chugged that too.

Sir Pentious picked up the tiny maid. “Niffty dear, let’s go clean this up and make some fresh tea.”

“Awww and it took forever to catch all those bees,” she complained as they headed back to the kitchen. “Geez, you can’t take your eyes off her, huh?” Angel said, running a hand through his hair.

“Hey, Angel?” Surprised, he looked down at you. “Could you read for me?”

“Huh? Ya want me to…read?” You nodded. “Uh…sure, I guess. Whatcha wanna hear?”

“There’s a book on my nightstand,” you managed between coughs. Husk brought you a new dose of cough syrup. “Can you grab that?”

“You’re gonna let me into your and Al’s room?” You nodded again. “A’right, so long as Smiles doesn’t get mad at me for it.” He returned a few moments later with the book. “Dang toots, I thought my room was crazy; why d’you have a whole damn swamp in yours?”

“ ‘S a bayou. Reminds us of home,” you said drowsily. The spider demon could only shrug at that. He settled onto the couch, long legs crossed gracefully, and opened the novel to your marked page.

He faltered at first but as he continued his voice got smoother. The pitch dropped just a little and his accent became heavier. It was a bit odd to hear Agatha Christie in his voice, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying it. You ended up falling asleep, thinking you were finally hearing the real Angel.

Alastor returned once his program finished to find you still asleep in your mountain of cushions. Angel was still reading your book, silently now. He’d noticed your light snores, placed your bookmark and kept reading on his own. “Ya know Al, this thing’s pretty good,” he said as he noticed your husband’s arrival. “Your girl’s got good taste.”

“Well, I’m glad you finally noticed.” His voice woke you up; you poked your head out from under the duvet. “How are you feeling cher?”

“Mmm,” you tried to assess things. You felt slightly itchy and sweaty. “I could use a bath.”

Angel Dust immediately perked up. “Oh, Nurse Angel has that covered doll face.” At the flat no from the two of you, he only smiled wickedly. “What? I’ve got six hands,” he popped the hidden arms out, “I can scrub her down real good. And you too, tall, dark, and spooky.” He flashed his gold tooth at Alastor, who finally had enough. Your husband picked you up and after a brief moment of darkness you both appeared in your bathroom.

“Hopefully he got the hint,” you remarked as Alastor gently stripped your nightgown off.

“If not I’ll make sure to drive it home.” He drew the bath for you and lowered you into the tub. “Ah ah cher. I haven’t been able to fuss over you all day,” he scolded as you moved to soap up a sponge. “Surely you won’t deny me the chance to participate in the ‘helping others’ exercise?”

“Never darling.” So you relaxed as he stripped off his jacket, shirt, and undershirt, leaving his trousers on. You stayed passive as he cleaned all the sweat from your skin. He was gentle and thorough, caring but not sensual in his motions. As he massaged your scalp, you felt yourself getting drowsy again.

By the time he was done you were ready to crawl back in bed. “Not yet my dear, we need you dry and dressed first.” You grumbled but shook off sleep to cooperate.

When he brought you back to the main room, you found a fresh bowl of soup, a pot of actual tea, another dose of cough syrup, and your book on the table. The pillow nest and duvet had also been brought up. There was a card written in crayon on the tray of food. Get Well Soon! was on the front, along with smiley faces and rainbows. The inside had signatures from everyone (egg bois 1 through 4 and Frank included) and a message from Charlie thanking you both for your help today.

You handed the card to Alastor; he read it, smirked and set it onto your bookshelf. Unlike Angel earlier, you let him feed you spoonfuls of soup. You could drink your own damn tea though. Once the food was gone, he settled you back into your nest with a kiss to your forehead. “Bonne nuit, cher.”

That was your routine for the next few days, until Hell’s version of influenza ran its course. Just a couple days after you started feeling better though, you were awoken by deep coughs next to you. “Oh no darling.” Of course Alastor caught it. Through his bleary red eyes you could tell he was dreading the attentions of the hotel residents. “Not to worry cher, I’ll handle it.”

In a reversal of last week, you told Charlie that Alastor was sick. She was again sympathetic before getting excited. “This is great! We can review everything we learned taking care of-“

“No. No no no Charlie. Alastor is not a patient patient and even sick he’ll rip them to bits. So I’ll take care of him and you guys can help me. From outside the room. Understood?”

The princess might have insisted but Vaggie quickly spun her and slid the taller girl across the floor. “Yup, last week was stressful enough, I’m not pushing our luck again. C’mon sweetie, let’s get started on the soup.”

Satisfied you returned to your suite and let your husband know the situation. “Merci, mon petit coeur,” he managed before a coughing fit kicked off. You rubbed his back. “It’s the least I can do darling.”

A/N: Happy Valentines Day readers and especially to my fellow acespecs! 💜🤍🩶🖤

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[portalhan]

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ SHUT UP AND KISS ME AGAIN! ↳ best friend!felix teaches you how to rollerskate & decides he can't be whipped for u in secret any longer

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers WARNINGS: some swearing, not properly proofread WORD COUNT: 1.2K FAE'S NOTES: i miss rollerskating and i was like. out of everyone in skz i feel like lix would be the best at it and thus... honestly not my best work but everything is a learning process and i am learning to be ok with making mistakes and/or not being perfect all the time. regardless, i hope u guys enjoy this!!

rollerblading outdoors for the first time is ten times scarier than you'd ever expect. after a mere three months' worth of indoor rink practice with little to no professional guidance – unless you count felix's limited childhood experience – you were suddenly and greatly hyperaware of the potential dangers lurking in nearly every corner. stray twigs on the pavement might cause you to slip and fall, your skates could whisk you off the bridge and into the river, you could peel your attention away from the road ahead to take in the views or talk to felix, and end up crashing face first into a tree stump. disaster fuel.

a familiar touch brings you right back down to earth. a warm, calloused hand, slowly sliding its way onto your palm and giving a slight squeeze of reassurance. your best friend's voice comes to the foreground right after. "are you okay, y/n?"

you blink a few times to internalise the situation. adorning a safety helmet as well as knee and elbow pads, you're holding onto the steel reinforcements of a park bench for dear life in one hand, while your other is in felix's, who gently tugs at you to let go of the bench. "i-i'm okay," you respond, albeit unconvincingly. "just afraid i won't be able to skate out here, is all."

"you're ready, trust me," felix encouragingly chirps. "you'll do well, like you always do."

something is fluttering in your chest – could it be your heart? you haven't always reacted like this when felix compliments you so earnestly, but you've come to realise that it's been happening a lot more frequently. you're not sure if you absolutely hate the fuzzy feeling that accompanies it, or the sight of your best friend blushing ever so slightly when he does. felix's raspy voice cuts through the haze again: "you ready?"

you give him a firm, confident nod of approval, to which he beams in response. you immediately push yourself off the bench, and he pulls you up. his grip on your hand never lets up as he helps you find your balance on his left, and gives it a tight squeeze once you're ready to start moving.

"let's go."

felix glides his way in front of you, taking both your hands as he slowly pulls you forward. he's effectively skating backwards, as he gently guides you. "you got it, just one foot forward," his baritone voice comes in whispers against the rustling of the trees and distant chatter of other parkgoers. you do as he says, and he smiles so wide it reaches his eyes. "there we go! you're doing great," he marvelled, gaze flitting between the look of pure concentration on your face and your stance. felix has a fleeting thought about how adorable you look like this – the tip of your tongue peeking out the corner of your lips as you focus on your footwork. he wishes he could take a mental photograph of this moment.

you continue moving alternative feet forward, feeling the coarseness of the concrete sidewalk scratch against the smoothness of your quad skates. you gradually speed up, reorienting yourself with the skating basics felix has been teaching you the past few weeks. your heart jumps a little out of momentary panic when felix glides his way back to your side without warning, providing you a clearer view of the road ahead. that being said, he never once loosens his grip on your hand as you continue skating, his fingers even momentarily playing with yours.

it did not take long for you to begin skating like you would at your usual rink, but you take note of the cool, fresh air and sunshine you're soaking in, in stark contrast to the dry, air-conditioned, sometimes dark nature of the indoor rink. ah, so this is why people love skating outdoors, you think to yourself at some point. although you technically had no use for felix's hand now, you find yourself rather reluctant to let him go for reasons you'd rather not admit to yourself.

so you two stayed like that – slowly and steadily skating along the entire footpath of the park, his hand entwined in yours. "i'm basically the tony hawke of quad skating!" you exclaimed from the excitement at some point, sending felix into complete hysterics. the sound of his laughter – especially when you're the reason behind it – has always been one of your favourite sensations.

by the time you completed a lap, you're both slumped on the same bench you started from, bodies glistening from a coat of sweat, leaning against each other as your chest rose and fell in sync from the physical exercise.

it's felix who says the first words after regaining his composure. "see, i knew you had it in you all along," felix mused, resting his head on your shoulder before you, in turn, rested yours on his, backs sticking to the bench. your hands are still tightly clasped together. you huff back in response between breaths and light giggles, "only because i had the world's greatest rollerskating teacher." felix only wordlessly giggles along with you.

after a few heartbeats of comfortable silence, felix says, "stop doing that."

you tilt your head against the bench's headrest to the side, genuinely puzzled by felix's sudden request. "doing what?"

"making it too easy for me to love you."

you're caught completely off guard by his sudden confession, and so you start stammering out of nervousness. "w-what? i mean, i don't think i-"

"see? you're doing it again."

you playfully roll your eyes and lightly smack his arm, prompting felix to rub the spot as he winces dramatically. "i'm not."

"you so are."

"i can't tell if you're joking or not."

"i'm not. at all," felix promises, eyes crystal clear with a certain self-assuredness you've only ever seen on him when it came to two other things – dancing and baking. you clear your throat; you refuse to entertain the idea of felix liking you as something more than just a friend. "well, i guess i love you too, lix. you know this," you proclaim. although you gloss over it with him, you couldn't help but notice the way felix paused earlier when telling you this. you knew they weren't hollow words – there was an intentionality behind them that scared you.

"you know i don't mean it like that."

you stay silent, eyes trained on your thumbs as you fiddled with them awkwardly, picking the skin around your nails. you can hear your heart in your ears.

"you don't have to give me an answer now. you don't have to give me an answer at all. i just can't keep pretending like you don't make my head spin everytime you so much as breathe around me," felix sputters. you can hear it, the desperation and anxiety in his voice. "anyways, i'm sorry for making things awkward. i have no excu-"

what you do next takes you by surprise as much as it did him. you're not sure what made you do it, but you leaned it and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. felix is stunned – eyes wide as he watches you trying to process what was happening, body frozen. you pull away before he can kiss you back, and you just sit there in silence, waiting for each other to say something.

"fuck, that was weird. i'm so sor-"

felix cuts you off this time by pressing his index finger against your lips. "shut up and kiss me again."

[reveluving]

top notes ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: danger has never smelled so... enticing.

warnings: implied s~mut; blood kink (minors DNI!), failed home invasion + minor character death & fluff!

a/n: we're back with another vampire wifey because it was only right to include them in this little event! hope you enjoy it & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out my m.list for 'reve's quirky reverie 🕷️'!

'It was luring them to you.' ;

Something was amiss. 

Peter knew Deuc felt the same when they turned to each other at the same time, brows furrowing and muscles tensing. Whatever it was, it had them dropping the supplies they had been arguing over before rushing out of the grocery store with inhumane speed.

Nobody really visited this side of the block past nine. However, the pair couldn’t care less about bumping into a civilian and potentially giving them a heart attack, especially with looks that could kill a man as they sped up back to the cabin, where you were home alone.

But just as the momentum picked up, they stopped dead in their tracks.

The scent—your scent grew stronger, but it wasn’t your blood. It was the same one you’ve always had, but more addictive, invigorating, even. Attracting their senses like the top notes of a perfume and awakening the much feral side of them, the kind that was only shown between the sheets. It was luring them to you. It only spurred them to run faster than they did before. 

It was almost like a race at this point, passing through the forest and breaking through tough branches in their paths like a bunch of twigs. Not long after, the cabin was in sight.

Deuc was the one who slammed the door open, his chest heaving more so because it wasn’t locked rather than the fact that he and Peter had run all the way home in mere minutes. Both the upper and lower levels were dark, other than the moonlight passing through the windows. But it hardly mattered when Deuc’s eyes landed on the movements in the middle of the living room.

Peter snarled, wondering why Deuc froze up by the front door before shoving him to get to you. 

“Out of my way.” Only for Peter to stop moving, too.

You were covered in blood, dripping all the way to the necklace you wore. Your nightgown was no better, the red had already made its way under the silk, and the view of the blood trailing down the valley of your breasts only roused the two. 

Your scent, plus the very sight of you nearly had them losing control. Their breaths had grown heavier, gazing upon you with half-lidded eyes and an aching need to have you right then and there. 

But you didn’t need that. Not now,

“Angel?” Peter called out to you softly, hoping to calm you down the way one would to a scared and wounded animal. His and Deuc’s hearts broke a little at your fearful whimper, “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just us.”

Deuc nodded along, holding his hands up the way Peter was to let you know there was nothing to fear, and even then, you could only look down, clenching on the hem of your gown.

They approached you ever so slowly, catching a glimpse of the lifeless body and the sizable puddle of blood that trailed from behind you. A pitiful-looking man, dressed in all black with an expression that was of pure horror. 

They could breathe easily, at least for a moment. 

“Are you hurt anywhere?” Deuc asked, nodding as you sluggishly shook your head, “Good, good.”

You awaited their reaction; incredulity, repulsion, hostility, anything that would have your stomach dropped for acting so careless and letting your emotions take over you, even for a brief moment. But none came, other than the lust in their eyes, the ones that you missed as you stared at the ground.

You were expecting the absolute worst that the feeling of Peter wrapping his arms around you from behind caused you to jump, “Peter?” You sounded in disbelief, as though you had snapped out of your adrenaline high. Deuc took the spot right beside him, holding your other hand, “Deuc.”

“It’s alright,” He kissed the back of your hand, uncaring of the blood, “Can we turn the lights on, angel? Just in case you’re hurt.”

You couldn’t find it in you to decline the offer, even when you wordlessly told them you were fine just seconds ago. You nodded again, leaning into Peter as he switched the table lamp on just next to him.

For one man, the splatters made it look like a massacre. You were nearly drenched but the other guy was worse and served him right, too. 

"Tell us what happened." Peter sought nicely, carefully wiping off a bit of the smear on the side of your lips.

You let out a shaky breath.

"I came down from the bedroom," You covered your eyes, not even thinking twice about the blood that you smeared on your face, and neither did Peter as he consoled you by rubbing his hand up and down your side, "I-I don't know how I didn't hear him." 

You did know, and you hated yourself for it. You dropped your guard, growing too comfortable with the sanctuary you've built ever since you met the men holding you. 

"I panicked. H-He... He didn't smell either of you." Your throat tightened. You remembered how your stomach dropped upon realizing that it wasn't them or the pack. How you slammed him against the wooden floor before removing his mask. The knife he had in his hand slid far from his reach, though he made a futile attempt to get it.

The way your evil grin made his body run cold before you sneered in his ear, "You've gone far enough now." 

You ignored his pleas and beg, only driving you forward to end his ways as you pierced your fangs into his neck. You made sure to make it as painful as possible as he thrashed and cried out like a man slaughtered in your steel grip. His movements only made it worse for him as the blood splattered out of his body uncontrollably, dousing you both in red. 

But just as the fun started, you were brought back to reality. Never in your life have you ever scooted back so abruptly, moving away as if your skin was burnt badly.

You even tried to rub the blood off you, even if you knew you were just making a fool out of yourself.

“M’sorry.” You weren’t sorry for killing the man, he deserved it. You were sorry for worrying them. This wasn't your first rodeo, but you haven't done it since moving back in Beacon Hills. Plus, no one was there for you when it happened. You had to wallow in despair, pick yourself up and act like it didn't happen.

Rinse and repeat.

"No, you have nothing to be sorry for. He should've known better than to think no one was living in a well-kept cabin." Deuc clicked his tongue, snarling at the dead body before leaning in for a peck on your forehead.

Peter hummed in agreement, easing your train of thoughts with kisses on your sensitive neck.

It made you wonder; did you act the way you did because you were scared? Or because you have restrained your dark side long enough before it snapped? Or had you done so because the 'old' days of Peter and Deuc's ways were starting to rub off on you, even for the greater good?

Then again, you were doing yourself a favour. Hell, you were doing everyone a favour. Had the law cuffed him up instead, who knows what tricks he would've had behind closed doors to be free? Then, he'd just terrorize the neighbourhood again, or worse, amp up his acts as revenge. 

The more you thought it through, your rational side dispelling your doubts and concerns, the less scarier it became.

"Feeling any better?" Peter murmured against your skin, prompting you to respond with an 'mhm'. You finally looked up at Deuc, who gave you a warm smile. You mustered up a smaller one, reaching over to cradle his face with both hands, only to pull away just as fast as you somehow forgotten about the blood.

"Sorry," You mumbled, but he wasn't having it, taking your hand in his and placing it back on his cheek. Your smile grew a little more, looking over your shoulder and being surprised by Peter surging forward to press his lips to yours.

A giggle bubbled in your throat when Deuc closed the gap between the two of you, nipping on your shoulder, the side that Peter hadn’t touched yet.

This moment alone had only reminded them of how incredibly exquisite of a being you were. You were delicate just as you were deadly. Not that they had forgotten about it, not at all, but this—this was a sight to behold. Though they’ve seen you in action countless times, you have never let your anger fully take control of you, not even in the most dire situation. 

You were too special not to appreciate, the crème de la crème, too good for this godforsaken world, even for them.

But oh, they were too greedy to let you go.

But Peter also couldn’t help himself when he opened his mouth.

"As sweet as this is, I have a confession," Oh, boy. Deuc had a feeling where this was going, "Has anyone ever told you how hot you look covered in blood?" 

Deuc sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. But he couldn’t blame him.

“What? You going to sit there and deny it?” Peter scoffed at Deuc before nuzzling his nose against yours, “I know you caught her scent when were in the forest.”

Deuc’s face hardened, causing you to blink quizzically.

“My scent?”

“It was…” Intoxicating. Enticing. A taste worth dying for. “Pure perfection.”

Your eyes grew wide. You were unaware of such a fact, but then again, they were the same dangerous duo who found you special the first time you met them. The ones who saw you as remarkable when egotistical pups or any trespassers are panic-stricken by your presence.

“I… Really?” You would’ve looked so innocent if not for the bloodbath, and that only turned them on even more. There was a chance you wouldn’t be up for it, but there was no harm in asking.

“Really. I almost lost control when we came here,” Peter swiped the pad of his thumb across your lips. He cocked his head in Deuc’s direction, “Him, too.”

You turned to the latter, silently gasping at he stared down at you both lovingly and sensually. Though, you couldn’t lie and say this wasn’t turning you on either.

And the second they let out a dangerous groan, the same time you began rubbing your thighs together no matter how subtle you were trying to be, you knew you couldn’t hide it and you didn’t want to.

“What do you say?” Peter’s warm breath tickled your neck.

“In this?” You managed to gesture at the grotesque display you were covered in, or at least it was in your eyes.

“Especially in this.” He replied without missing a beat, easily lifting you so your legs straddled his lap, wide enough for you to squeal as Deuc moved closer to you.

“Your call, angel.” Deuc caressed the apple of your cheek, “You say the word and we’ll take good care of you.”

You wanted nothing more than to be doted and fucked by your beloveds.

“Yes.”

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» a/n: we love our protective husbands, don't we! ;) ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[nightmarewolf937]

The Devil's Hounds

Gn!Reader X Dagur the Deranged

[Part 2]

Summary: Just when things are looking okay and progress is being made, life throws a huge curve ball your way in the form of a person you thought you were escaping.

It's 2am rn, so I'm sorry for any errors, I also figured out a title.

So far, so good.

It had turned to night earlier than you expected and your pack of dragons had grown even more agitated when darkness covered the land. You could see a few feet infront of you, the moon could only provide so much light and dark clouds would sometimes block it's light.

That caused you to come up with an idea, you were currently seated on DeathStrike's back and at the moment he was very content with his human being so comfortable. Of course GoreWing was whining up a storm until the largest deathgripper silenced him with a threatening click of his stinger.

GraveTail was too busy guarding you and his packmates from any potential danger to be jealous right now, his bright yellow eyes scanning and assessing any movement or noise.

It was getting tense as you got closer to where you had seen smoke coming from and it was clear the dragons were getting ready for a fight. You slipped off DeathStrike's back before raising your hand and silently requesting they stayed back for the moment, you noticed the pack split and hide.

"Good boys," you whispered, knowing they heard you and knowing they loved praise.

You looked back at the campfire, you were right, there was someone else on the island and now you were right by their little camp. This was not your best idea, but you decided to investigate as you saw no movement or life.

Glancing back at DeathStrike, who had scaled up one of the trees and was hidden amongst the branches of leaves, you shook your head and he reluctantly remained still. You didn't need to reveal all your cards yet, especially if there was actually someone wandering around.

What if it wasn't just one person? What if it was a group of hunters and they hurt your friends?

You wouldn't risk it and so you signaled the pack to stay back, your hand found purchase on your dagger and you crept forward. It was the only weapon you had and you felt better knowing it was within your grasp, you quietly stalked towards the fire and looked around at all the swords. Most were stabbed into the ground which you found odd, this wasn't some random viking or hunter.

Who in their right mind would disarm themselves so much on an island full of dragons?

"What in Thor's name...?" You found yourself whispering outloud, spinning around when you heard a twig snap behind you and readied your weapon.

"Woah!" A young boy yelped, holding his hands up in surrender with his shield still strapped to his arm. "I-I...sorry? I didn't realize anyone else was on the island, didn't mean to intrude on your campsite."

"'My campsite'?" You repeated, shaking your head. "I thought this was your campsite."

"Oh..." The boy lowered his hands, looking just as confused as you and started to fidget with his shield. "It's not mine, I'm just...exploring?"

You lowered your dagger, not feeling as defensive as you were, you glanced over his appearance and took note of his metal leg. He was a thin boy with shaggy brown hair and green eyes, a toothy and awkward smile on his face. He didn't look like the brutish dragon killer type, but that didn't mean you were gonna drop your guard completely.

This world was full of different characters and you never really knew which ones were good or bad.

"Right," you responded, not believing his words and he knew. "I'm just passing through, see ya, I guess."

But just as you started to walk passed the campfire, the boy was tackled by something and you got ready for a fight, holding your dagger and prepared to strike whatever you deemed a threat.

"D-Dagur?!"

And with that single word, you felt your hope come crashing down and noticed your hand become shaky as shock overtook your face. You quickly signaled your packmates to stay back.

You did not want them getting anywhere near this older boy and watched as he effortlessly picked the smaller boy up to place him on his feet. He still looked as you remembered, but taller and more built with his hair now long enough to be tied back.

"Hiccup! Old friend, you're alive!!" Dagur's voice hadn't changed too much either and now you atleast had the younger boy's name — Hiccup.

"Uhh, last time I checked. So, uh, haven't seen you since that—"

"Since you saved me from that dragon attack back on Berk. You fought off a Nightfury!" Dagur exclaimed, you raised your brows in shock at the mention of such an elusive and though to be extinct dragon. "I mean you were like—"

During the conversation you had been so silent that the young beserker hadn't noticed you, but as he turned to do something his eyes locked with yours. You now felt that heavy dread flood your mind as he dropped his sword and you didn't even notice how curiously Hiccup was watching this exchange.

"BELOVED!!!"

You were tackled, not to the ground, but now you were being held in his arms and his muffled, excited rambling was not registering for you. Everything was muffled as you were trapped in the arms you had tried to escape all those months ago, and yet you felt your body relax with the warmth.

"I can't believe I found you!! I've been searching island after island when I heard that your tribe thought you had gotten stranded out at sea. But I knew you were okay! Even when they believed you had died," he rambled, squeezing you once more before he pulled back and just held your waist.

"Dagur..." you finally managed to find your voice, the initial shock and panic wearing off, you still felt pinned to your spot by his eyes though.

Wild and vibrant green met cautious [e/c], his words had only started making sense in your mind once you managed to calm your racing heart and his previous words hit you. It felt like a gronkle had just landed on you from a 10ft drop.

".....they believed you had died..."

Wait...your family thought you had...died?

"They think I'm dead?" You blurted out, quiet and hesitant, but loud enough for Dagur to hear over his own voice.

You knew they would say you were missing and eventually announce your presumed death, but for it to be so soon and to hear it with your own ears...it felt so much worse. This feeling of pain seemed to blossom in your chest and spread all through your body, it was throbbing and suffocating.

"My love?"

You snapped out of your darker thoughts and refocused on the situation, Hiccup hadn't run away (yet) and he had awkwardly shuffled over to the logs, taking a seat and fiddling with his shield again. His eyes nervously darting around and actively avoiding your little 'moment' with Dagur.

"I'm fine," you answered before he could ask, managing to force a small, fake smile. "Can we sit down, please?"

.

.

.

This has certainly been some of the most awkward and tense moments of your life, every now and again you'd signal the pack to back off. You could feel three sharp gazes on you and the two boys, you even heard the faintest and most softest click of one of their stingers opening.

After sitting down on one of the logs, you had nearly jumped out of your skin when Dagur yanked you closer to him with an arm around your shoulders as he spoke with Hiccup.

You had been listening intently when the nightfury was mentioned, it was a dragon most feared and yet it was one of the most elusive beasts. Perhaps the lack of knowledge on them gave them that terrifying edge or maybe it was the sharp accuracy of the nightfury's blast that really struck fear into vikings?

It remains an unanswered question to you, but being around three dangerous dragons yourself had made these other dragons feel less scary.

DeathStrike was certainly one of the most vicious and intelligent dragons you had ever stumbled upon, he was scarily agile too and you had seen him flip a monstrous nightmare over with his tusks. The same tusks that he would retract whenever he nuzzled against you.

GraveTail was the more observant dragon, you had grown acutely aware of whenever there were eyes on you thanks to this dragon. He was also quite stealthy and had snuck up on even the most alert dragon species such as terrible terrors and nadders.

GoreWing had taught you how to dodge really well, you had always been someone who relied more on their agility and reflexes than brute strength, but the smaller deathgripper had certainly improved that. You'd often have to duck to avoid being tackled and even then Gore would find a way.

You had just glanced up from the fire when a distant and yet loud roar pierced the air causing Dagur to immediately leapt to his feet, grab his crossbow and stand even closer to you.

Then there was silence, your eyes were darting around the sky while Dagur was aiming his crossbow around and Hiccup held his shield. However, there was just more silence and you eventually sighed, looking back at the campfire.

You couldn't stay focused on the conversation happening around you, the feeling of three pairs of eyes observing you and everything happening around you was certainly a worrisome distraction. If DeathStrike grew impatient and decided enough was enough...you had very little confidence in yourself to stop him.

You needed to sneak away and get off this island.

But that small hope was crushed when Dagur decided the three of you should hunt this night fury and dragged you with him, his arm around your waist and his other hand rested his crossbow on his shoulder.

This night was becoming more and more complicated with your chances of escaping decreasing as you were dragged further into the island.

[navybrat817]

The Animal Within

Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: Bucky can't help but follow you when you go through his territory. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, background character death, mention of blood, slight possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Meet Wolfie and Little Red! My fourth and final Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 4) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse AND Week 2 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents! Theme - What should I call you? ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by @firefly-graphics and thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer and @buckets-and-trees for the encouragement! ❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When Bucky was a child, the townspeople warned him not to venture too far into the woods. Dangerous creatures lurked in the shadows and many who strayed far from the beaten path never came back. What they didn't know was that he often did that very thing since he could walk. The townspeople had no reason to fear for him. While they were right that the forest held many dangers, it was also a place of kinship and wonder. He found solace in the trees.

Because even predators had soft sides.

Which was one of the reasons he started tracking you.

Who are you?

Bucky knew every creature in his territory, but hadn’t seen you before. You were stunning and quick as you wove in and out of the trees, a blur of red amongst the green and brown background. You stopped at one point to smell some flowers, as if you didn’t have a care in the world. Something about your scent excited him like nothing else, tempting him to chase you down. He refrained from doing so and maintained a safe distance as he followed, not wanting to spook you. He should’ve alerted Steve and the others the deeper you went into the woods, but he wanted to keep you to himself for now.

As if you were his.

Steve would likely ask him later why he decided to follow you in the first place. The easy answer was that this wasn't your home and he wanted to know why you decided to go through this part of the forest. It also concerned him a bit that you were by yourself. While he had his found family, he wondered why wasn’t someone by your side? Was it by choice?

Why are you all alone out here, little red?

The air was cool in this part of the forest, even with the sun shining through the branches, but it didn't seem to bother you as you stopped to play with a rock. Bucky crouched between two trees, careful not to draw attention to himself as he curiously watched. You were smaller than him and appeared far too sweet for your own good. It was strange how he felt the need to protect you and snarl that you needed to stay alert. You were all alone and anyone could come along and just eat you up.

A snap of a twig drew his attention, lowering his body more when another scent drifted through the air. You, on the other hand, were perfectly content in your own little world. Either you didn't sense the foreboding atmosphere shift or you didn't care.

Why aren't you paying attention?!

Bucky bit back a growl when he spotted the large man coming from the opposite direction, almost blending in with the background as he watched you. The fur on the back of his neck stood up straight when he saw the arrow aimed in your direction. The man had every intention of killing you. It was a cruel way to die, especially when all you were doing was playing in the woods.

Now I have to save you.

As the hunter released his arrow, you surprised both of them by suddenly leaping toward the nearest tree and narrowly avoided getting hurt. You didn’t look down as you climbed up the bark and walked across one of the large branches with more agility than he expected, your eyes on the hunter as he reached for another arrow. You must have sensed him if you were able to dodge his weapon like that. If Bucky didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you were laughing or playing a game.

No time to play around, little red. You can't stay up there all day.

You must have known that, too, since you leapt from the high height and onto the man below.

With a small scream, you tackled the hunter to the ground. He tried to toss you away, but he didn't stand a chance when you bit into his neck. Bucky didn't expect such ruthlessness from you, but he understood why you attacked since the hunter intended to kill you. And while he didn't normally hunt without giving chase, the tear of flesh and tissue from the man's throat urged the beast inside him to join you. He had to help as you were smaller and could still get hurt.

Pack mentality. Nothing more, right?

Bucky jumped through the trees and charged at the man lying in the dirt. He was still conscious enough to throw an arm up to try and defend himself, but it only led to the wolf chomping down and crunching the bone. He relented after a moment, only to join you in biting his neck. Blood hit his white fur and dripped onto the soil, staining the earth and adding the hunter to the long list of fallen souls in the shadows.

Should've stuck to the beaten path.

You snapped your head up at the sound of his snarl, licking some of the blood from around your mouth as you assessed him. You seemingly forgot about the lifeless hunter as you slowly backed away. Bucky didn't approach you and he wasn't your enemy, but refused to lower his head in submission as you hunched your back. He was almost impressed at the fearless flash in your eyes.

You won't win a fight against me.

Your body collided with his a second later, a firm reminder of your speed even though he was stronger. You didn't claw or bite as the two of you rolled away from the body, but you screamed again. Maybe you wanted to warn him that you weren't a creature to mess with. Or maybe you knew he followed you and wanted to retaliate.

It was for your own good.

Bucky got on top of you as you came to a stop. With a small growl and raise of his lips, he went for your throat. He would've bitten through your neck, but he didn't since his intention wasn't to kill you. He wouldn't let you do any damage to him either. The clench of his jaw was a warning of what he could do if you didn't submit and the hold was enough to make you go lax beneath him with a small sound. And it was the pounding of your heart against his fur that made him loosen his hold.

It's okay, little red.

He let go completely at the sound of snapping and shifting bones beneath him. He knew those noises all too well. The shrill shriek you let out faded to a groan as your body stretched, the red fur disappearing into your skin. Your eyes were still glowing as you completed the transformation from a fox to a human.

A beautiful, naked human.

Though the townspeople feared the woods and knew monsters existed, not everyone believed the myth that shifters roamed the land. But here you were, living proof just like him. Maybe that was why your scent called to him, a mixture of something wild and grounding. It was only right that he changed back into his human form, too. It didn't mean he'd give you the satisfaction of moving away while he shifted back, his bones molding and skin stretching with a grunt. His hair fell in his blue eyes as he exhaled, his breathing harsh as he realized just how close your bodies were.

And that he could smell your arousal.

"You know I didn't need you to save me, right, wolfie?" you smiled, bringing a hand to his cheek. He bristled, but not because it didn't feel nice. It was because you touched him without hesitation. "I had it under control."

Wolfie?

"I think you did need my help," he couldn't help but say. While you were a predator, you weren't as dangerous as him. Your touch was too soft. "You should be thanking me."

"Thank you for not minding your own business."

"It is my business when you're in my territory," he reminded you, placing his hands on each side of your head as he stared down at you. The intimidating look didn't make you cower. It made you smile.

Why aren't you afraid of me?

"I guess so," you said, stretching a little and drawing his attention to your neck. It would look beautiful with his mark on it.

No. I'm not thinking about claiming this beautiful, sly stranger.

"You guess so?"

"Okay, it is your business," you huffed softly. "That man killed a lot of defenseless creatures in the west end of the forest, so I lured him here. And if he didn't take me as bait, I figured a wolf would either scare him off or kill him."

Cunning and smart.

"So you did need my help," he smirked.

"I attacked him just fine without you."

True.

"But if you hadn't, you would've had to rely on me."

"Yes, I would have. Because you're so biiiiig and so strooooong and I'm sooooo helpless," you teased, raising an eyebrow when you purposely lifted your hips to touch his. "Well, you really are big."

His eyes slipped shut, but it didn't stop the blood from flowing south. You were so warm and soft. If he spread your legs a bit more and sheathed himself, he wondered just how tight and hot you'd feel around him. Would you cry out for him or whimper?

"You're also smelly and hairy like a dog," you added.

With a growl, his eyes flew open. Instead of showing fear, you laughed. He was so thrown off by the sound that you were able to use your strength to roll him on his back. The sight of you above him, your breasts lightly bouncing from another laugh, was one he'd later dream about.

"You know the thing about foxes? People always underestimate us," you said with a smile. "Because we're smaller than wolves and so cute. We look almost innocent."

Bucky laughed this time, the sound deep as he brought his hands to your hips to steady you. No other reason. "I know damned well you’re not innocent at all."

He held his breath as you leaned down, your nipples brushing against his chest. "And how would you know that?" you whispered, your lips so close he could almost kiss you.

The scent of blood and death was only a few feet away, but the tempting smell of your pussy had his mouth watering. He had to keep a level head though. He didn't know you. "No one innocent would rip a throat out like that."

He wondered just how many men you lured to their deaths with your act.

The hunter becomes the hunted.

The playfulness faded from your eyes as you sat up. Had he touched on a sore topic? "Sometimes we have to do those things in order to survive," you said, lifting your weight off of him. "Thank you so much for 'saving' me."

"Wait," he urged as he sat up, not wanting you to go away so quickly. That should've bothered him that he wanted you close by. Everything about his pull to you should have. "That's not a proper thank you."

"And what is?" you asked curiously, your eyes moving along his body as he stood up. He wasn't ashamed of his nakedness. If anything, he liked that you saw some of his scars.

"Helping me get rid of this body," he answered, nodding to the hunter. He'd already have to explain to Steve that he assisted in killing him, but he wasn't at all sorry. "And I need to make sure you get back to the border safely."

You nodded after a moment. "Not the kind of 'thank you' I thought you'd want, but I'll help," you said, briefly looking up at the sky and avoiding his gaze. "Don't worry about taking me back. I can manage just fine getting out of here. I'm used to going it alone."

I don't like that.

"I'd feel better if I went with you," he said.

"Fine," you agreed, gesturing to yourself when a breeze picked up, goosebumps rising on your skin. "Just wish I had my red cape to cover up. Unless you don't mind the view."

He licked his lips when you did a spin, giving him a view of every delicious curve of your body. "I don't mind," he admitted.

Hell, he was still half hard just from having you against him on the ground.

"I like you, wolfie," you smiled.

"That's not my name," he said, even if the little nickname made him want to smile.

"What should I call you?" you asked, brushing a bit of dirt off his right arm.

"Bucky," he replied, gently taking your arm before you could walk away. "What should I call you?"

You smiled as you gave him your name and moved in close again. "You can call me little red if you want," you told him, your breath fanning against his ear. "Let's get to work."

Maybe once you finished burying the body, Bucky would convince you to tell him a bit more about yourself. Because he wasn't ready to let you leave his territory yet. Not when he sensed you had no one to go back to. And he had a feeling you weren't quite ready to leave yet either.

Surprise, surprise, I love them already. Love and thanks! ❤️

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[ashdreams2023]

Hi, I'm here to ask you to write something about the reader arguing with his parents and running away and how Loki sensing that you need him reaches out to you and comforts you? okay I don't even know how to explain it, you see as long as it's something fluffy. thanks and a hug❤️.

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Loki x male reader

"Why do you always have to hurt your mother and I like this?!" Your father screamed holding your mother who was hysterically crying, this was a familiar sight in your household but lord knows your tired of this, you didn’t do anything wrong, they always play the victims.

"You know what?! I’m leaving how about that!?" You ran out, not thinking where to go exactly but all you knew is that you wanted to be as far as you can from them, and they can go find another son to be up to their expectations since you’re such a failure.

Time passed and all you could do is cry silently out of frustration, they just couldn’t try to understand, they were so stubborn and it hurt.

At one point you heard footsteps and hid yourself more, making yourself smaller and grabbed a long twig from beside one of the tree, it wouldn’t do much but the least you can do is leave a scratch.

But then you saw boots, leather boots, same once as the ones you’ve seen a million times before and before you could register who it was he sat down beside you on the ground and warped his arm around your shoulders bringing you close to him.

"You’re a bit of a wild case aren’t you?" Loki’s voice rang in your ears.

"How did you find me?"

"I just know"

You sniffed and laid your head on his shoulder "I don’t even know why I even both with them, it seems like nothing I do is enough….I’m just a burden on them"

"You listen to yourself, you sound like me and that’s not a good look for you" Loki rubbed your shoulder, it was freezing outside and in your fit of rage left the house with nothing but your sweatpants and plain t-shirt.

"You should’ve came to me you know that"

"I’m not a little kid…I’m a grown man, I don’t need you to baby me whenever I’m not feeling ok" In truth you just didn’t want to burden him as well, it was enough that he worried over you most than others.

"I dislike like it when you lie to me, I know you’re independent and grown but you still need people…being alone is not something you should get used too, I’m here you know"

You shut your eyes close, you didn’t want to cry again, you just felt tired and emotionally drained.

"I don’t want to go home…"

"Am I not your home?" Your chest tingled and then you looked up at him, his green eyes pierced into yours.

"….you can be my home?"

Loki chuckled "I’ve always been your home you silly boy, you just haven’t realized it yet"

"When did you become so sentimental?" You laughed softly, Loki looked down at you smirking then slide his hand to your waist and tickled you "Stop! Shit no!" You squirmed away trying to escape but it was far too late.

"A grown man defeated by a god what a story" He teased.

"Oh let’s just leave you idiot"

Loki helped you up, dusting you up and charming some shoes on your bare feet and warming you up.

The walk back to the tower was silent but you didn’t need words to know that everything will be alright, Loki was here anyways.

[thegayeststarfish]

Alma Peregrine x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence

For @queerpersonified

I'm sorry everything I write is so short😭

Twigs snap underfoot and briars cut my face as I run after the sound of the scream. They had found us again, and no one knows how. But one took Emma, and while alma hid the children from harm I ran toward the forest after her, not bothering to even put shoes on. “EMMA!” No voice calls back, the only sound being the sound of her screams. The screams that stop suddenly making me run impossibly faster.

The sight in the clearing I fall upon is tragic, Emma on the ground and a guy burnt not far from her. All three men's eyes fall onto me as I run to Emma. One takes out a knife and the other two train their guns at me. “Don’t move.” The man with a knife almost whispers. “I swear I’ll kill your ass!” Is all I yell before tackling him to the ground, using my physical peculiarity to draw blood from his chest.

The pain is blinding, every breath a struggle, but I can't give up. With the last of my strength, I manage to kick his knee, sending him stumbling backwards. I seize the moment of respite, scrambling to my feet and lunging for for the man, repeating the first action and killing him with my bare hands.

The other two men hesitate, taken aback by the sudden ferocity of my attack. It's their hesitation that gives me the necessary seconds to grab the fallen knife and lunge towards one of them. I just stab him before he takes the knife and throws it, which is his last move before falling. And yet I feel the same blade enter my back. The pain so much I double over in a pained yell. The same man kicks me onto my back and presses his boot into my chest. And I realize I’m covered in blood.

The action is brutal but I move away, toward Emma’s body. She’s breathing, thank god.. And with that I lay beside her, and with the hot tears down my face my vision blurs into nothing. And even the feeling of the grass under me accompanied by the night air falls away.

Sunlight hits my face, and as much as I expect it, I’m not on the forest floor, but in the arms of the woman I love most. “Alma..?” Is all I can muster to say. And all she responds is “Hush darling.” She sets me on the floor as she moves to start some water. She stands me up and removes my clothes and places me in the water.

The warmth envelopes me, a stark contrast to the cold of the forest floor. I lean back, letting the water wash away the grime and blood. I let my eyes close, the events of the night replaying in my mind, but Alma's gentle touch brings me back to the present.

“Emma is okay.. But you shouldn’t have run off..” She whispers as she runs over my body, it takes a few minute before I find the will to respond. “But I did.” She nods and takes my hand kissing my forehead. I stand as she allows me to take the towel. “Before you dress let me patch that wound.” I nod and watch her move around, wrapping my wound before I dress.

And the she takes me in her arms and lays in bed with me. Holding me so gently that nothing else matters.

[spqcebunsforever]

My “Prince” Charming

Pairing: Billy loomis x reader

Summary: Y/n knows of Billy Loomis always seeing him in the halls or seeing him sit with his friends at lunch but she has never spoken to him. That is until she is walking home at night by herself and bumps into Prince charming himself.

Y/n’s pov

Of course, it's just my luck that I have to walk home in the dark by myself. I had been at my friend's house and we both had completely forgotten about the time and again just my luck my friend's parents hadn't been in so they couldn’t even give me a lift. So here I was scared out of my mind practically jumping at any noise that I heard. But I just kept telling myself that I was being paranoid and that everything would be fine but I still knew how long a walk I had to my house and this new killer on the loose didn't settle my nerves at all.

So I just kept my head up and tried to walk as fast as I could but suddenly I heard a twig snap behind me making my head immediately turn but there was nothing there no little small animal or just a person so I took a breath in and just told myself that I was imagining things. But when I turned around to again start walking I was now face-to-face with someone and I let out a little scream which made the boy jump a little problem not expecting it. The more I looked at the boy I realised just who it was.

Billy Loomis, I had never spoken to the boy but I had seen him in the halls or sitting with his friends at the water fountain but I had never actually spoken to him. “Oh my god I'm sorry for screaming but that's kind of what you get for sneaking up on someone” Billy chucked himself slightly and rubbed the back of his neck “Sorry didn't mean to scare you that bad but I just thought I'd come up to you, you know it is dangerous walking by yourself at night”. I gave him a quick smile “Yes well sadly I have no choice I was with my friends and her parents weren't home to give me a lift”. Billy just nodded and we stood for a second in silence just looking at each other until he started speaking again.

“Well if you want I could always walk you back home you know make sure you are safe” I couldn't tell if he was serious or not but I did like the idea of walking with someone rather than walking by myself so I nodded “well if you don't mind I would like that I've never been a fan of the dark I always feel like someone is getting ready to attack you”. I started walking and Billy started walking beside me “So why were you walking by yourself at this time if you know it's dangerous”. He just shrugged “I kinda like the dark I think it's peaceful and relaxing with everyone away and the silence except for the odd animal or something like that but you don't need to worry about me if anyone did try to attack me or something I am very capable of fighting back”. I just giggled “Well thank you so much for giving up on your peaceful and relaxing walk to make sure I get home okay your like my very own Prince Charming”.

Now that made him laugh and I don’t think I had ever heard Billy laugh until now “Prince charming that's a first do you treat every guy that saves you from walking home at night or does he have to be as charming as me to get a label like that” that in return made me laugh “Oh yes because it's just a normal thing for me to have guys sneak up on me at night and then offer to walk me home because I guess I'm just that popular” I playfully roll my eyes and I see Billy make a fake shocked face “Wow I didn't realise I was walking with such a big time celebrity we better be careful in case your fans get too possessive” he gives me a wry smile and I can't help the stupid big smile that's appeared on my face while talking to him “oh well then you better watch out my fans might not like that you were the lucky one to walk me home tonight they might get jealous”

“Jealous of me come on y/n don't make me laugh” he chuckled softly but then turned his attention back on me “But don't you worry if a jealous boy were to show up I would handle him easily quick and simple” I just playfully rolled my eyes again “ I would love to see that, that would make this night even better” Billy then let out a little laugh “well who knows maybe one day and I'll be fighting in your honour because of how much of a gentleman I am”. I again laugh “ I would love to see that just call me up and I'll be running” Billy then looked at me with a smirk on his face “And what makes you think that I would actually call?” he raised an eyebrow and waited for me to answer.

“Well, I would like to think you would call after all you are my prince charming”. His smile got even wider and he got a little bit closer to me as we continued to walk “Well if I did become your Prince charming I suppose you would have to give me a kiss goodnight, right?” I felt a small blush come on my face I thought “I guess it would” I noticed that we were not at my house and we both stopped “So, y/n we are at your house, aren't we, I don't suppose you could spare me a little goodnight kiss, could you”. I could still feel the blush on my face and I knew that I probably looked like an idiot but I tried my best to play it cool “Well I can't say no to my prince charming now can I” I kissed him on the cheek “thank you so much for walking me home you are such a gentleman Billy Loomis”.

Billy had a soft smile on his face as my lips touched his cheek and he winked before he responded “I'm just doing my job y/n but I suppose I should take my leave now…the Princess must rest after such a hard night out”. I walked to my door and Billy followed me “Of course, I am so tired from the long walk and you know how princesses are we are all very weak and fragile” I smirked at him and he returned it “How could I forget I suppose I'll take my leave now… unless you wanted to invite me in because you are so fragile and weak and you need some help from your Prince charming”. I knew exactly what he was trying to do and I wasn't going to stop him and even better my parents were out so we wouldn't be interrupted it was like this was just meant to happen.

“Well if Prince Charming would like to come in I am just too weak and fragile and tired to fight him on it” I opened my door and me and Billy walked in “Well if you're offering I guess I could come inside” his tone then turned into a teasing one “It might be dangerous for me to walk home by myself now you know since there are just so many monsters in the shadows” I led him to the living room and he started making himself comfortable on the couch “ see now you have to stay I wouldn't want my protector to get hurt now would I and anyway it is the least I could do”. I sat down next to him on the couch turning the TV on so we could watch something. “I hope I'm not disturbing you y/n I don't want to be intruding you know” I just shook my head “Now how could you be disturbing me if anything you've made my night so much better”.

While I was looking at the stuff to watch on the TV I felt Billy’s fingers on my face and he turned my face so that I was looking right at him. “I'm glad you feel that way because I can think of something that can make this night way more enjoyable” Again I felt my face flush and Billy started leaning closer to me and before I knew it he started kissing me and of course, I kissed him back my hands making there way up to his hair but before anything else could happen Billy stopped kissing me and I felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned around and saw the Ghost face killer I tried to scream or run but before I could do any of that the masked killer plunged their knife into my chest so fast I couldn't even count how many times they had done it. I felt myself fall off the couch and I saw Billy still just sitting there his face blank of expression I wanted to tell him to run or fight or do something but he smiled at the masked killer and then got off the couch and kneeled next to me and I saw the horrible and evil smirk he had on his face and I put two and two together and realised he was with the killer “Ya know y/n you shouldn't let strangers in your house they might just want to kill you no matter how nice they act but thanks for the kiss appreciate it”.

I wanted to say something anything but I couldn't I was in too much pain and I felt so cold and I couldn't move I felt paralysed. All I could think about was how stupid I was that I had actually let the killer into my house and how my parents would be so disappointed in me and how I would never see them or my friends again. I felt my eyes close and the pain that I felt was slowly going away the last thing I heard before everything went to black was Billy saying “Right come on let's move this stupid bitch so we can fuck off…guess I was a pretty shitty Prince charming huh”