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riley-phoenix · 2 years

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Pairing: Malia X Reader (gender not specified)... Eventually

Canon: Supernatural: Season 8 / Teen Wolf: Season 1

Content: Violence, blood, mentions of murder

Author's Note: -

Chapter Summary: As you introduce Malia to Scott and Stiles for the first time, Scott struggles with the full moon and the upcoming lacrosse game.

Chapter 6: Romeo & Juliet & Werewolves

The sun flooded your room with broken rays of golden-yellow light as you stretched your arms and yawned, almost forgetting that Malia had slept over the night prior. You rolled over to find her out of bed, and inspecting the record collection on your bookshelf. You rubbed your eyes and forced yourself out of bed before joining her.

"Who still has vinyls?", She teased.

"I prefer streaming from my phone, but Dean is more ...technophobic", you watched her pick up one of the albums with curiosity before continuing, "We started the collection when I was a kid and just... kept adding to it".

"What's this one?", She asks, showing you the colourful album she picked up earlier.

"You dont know A Night At The Opera by Queen?"

"I was hiding in the woods as a coyote for half my life; we didn't exactly have YouTube Music". She chuckles, "What's your favourite track?", She asks.

"From A Night At The Opera? Bohemian Rhapsody. Any other answer is illegal".

She laughs, a soft, simple, yet elegant laugh. "And from the rest?".

You start singing the first classic rock song that comes to mind. "Shot through the heart, And you're to blame, Darling you give love, A bad name".

Malia stares at you with a blank expression, not getting the reference.

The look on her face makes you stop short, "Bon Jovi... You Give Love A Bad Name... Seriously!?"

Malia only shrugs her shoulders and smiles awkwardly.

You lean against the wall, trying to think of a song she might know. You pull out a white album from the bookshelf and show it to her, "Pink Floyd - The Wall".

She shrugs and smiles again.

"We don't need noooo educatioooon", you sing, completely off-key.

"No, we really do need education. I haven't done Math in years and I have a test coming up", she says, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh. That must be tough, how far have you studied?".

"None. I hate Math".

You laugh at the sheer nonchalance in her response, "I'll help you study", you insist, without so much as a second thought.

"Oh my god, that would be SO helpful, how about tomorrow in the library at 6?"

"Great"

"Thank you so much *your name*", she says, smiling. A smile that instantly captures your heart and makes you blush.

You make your way downstairs while Malia uses your bathroom to brush her teeth. As you step slowly down the stairs, you notice an impatient Dean with a very particular, very expecting look on his face. His smile is large and awkward and as you step down from the last step, he takes you in for a long, tight hug. "What's this for?", You ask, confused. Dean doesn't answer, he just keeps the same proud look on his face and signals to your un-combed, messy hair. Finally he speaks, "How did it go?", He asks inquisitively. You roll your eyes and sigh as you realise he thinks you and Malia had sex. "We didn't do it", you say stubbornly. Dean frowns, "Really?", He asks, almost disappointed. "Yes", you respond, crossing your arms. Dean scratches the back of his head as the room is filled with an awkward silence. "...Why?". You scoff, "Because we're just friends and she needed someone to comfort her!", You raise your voice slightly louder than usual. "Ooookay", Dean says, raising his arms in defence.

The two of you stand in silence again. Peeking outside, you notice Sam and Cas packing bags into the trunk of the Impala. "Time to go?", You ask. "Yeah... We have to find Kevin", Dean responds. You don't say anything, you just nod your head in agreement and offer Dean a professional handshake, unsure whether you're happy or sad that Sam, Dean and Cas are leaving. He ignores your handshake, pulling you in for one last hug. "Bye, kid", he says as he pulls away. You step outside and say your goodbyes to Sam and Cas, before watching the Impala drive away into the horizon, waiting as it gets smaller and smaller in the distance before finally; disappearing.

A little later, you let Scott and Stiles into the house, ready for everyone to clear everything up. Of course you couldn't clear up everything. Malia had no idea you were the one who turned her human and you still wanted to keep your supernatural identity a secret, but you were curious to know what Scott and Stiles found out after poking around Derek Hale's house.

Stiles appears to be more nervous than usual, and Scott appears to be on edge. "So... what'd you guys find?", You ask. Stiles stutters, "Well... You see... the thing is...", you interrupt him, "Scott's a werewolf, I know". They both stare daggers into you, perplexed expressions on their faces. Malia joins you downstairs and immediately tilts her head down upon seeing Scott and Stiles, still not entirely comfortable with new people. Stiles is confused, "Uh, *your name* we need to talk about Scott's... 'problem'", he says, assuming the stranger doesn't know. "She can help us with that", you inform him. "How?", Stiles asks. You turn to Malia comfortingly, "It's ok, you can trust them", you say to her. Malia lifts her head, and, with utter confidence, lets her eyes shift into their supernatural aqua blue form. Scott and Stiles stumble back in surprise, "you're a werewolf too?", Scott asks. "Werecoyote", Malia says. "Wh-wh-the-WHAT!?", Stiles exclaims. You sigh, "Stiles, relax, Malia knows way more about the supernatural than any of us, if anyone can help Scott, it's her". "I agree", Scott says, nodding his head. "Ok, now let's all sit down and talk about whatever we discovered. Scott, Stiles, you guys wanna start?". They agree, and Stiles rushes you through the details of how he and Scott dug up the body of a wolf in a grave that was surrounded by a rope, and upon removing it, the wolf turned into a girl.

"Wait wait wait, so when you removed the rope... it just turned her into a human?", You ask.

"Mhm", Scott responds.

"...Was it a magical rope?", You ask as you furrow your brow.

Malia interrupts before he can answer. "Was there some kind of plant nearby?"

"Yes... Actually. It was on the grave. And when Scott got close to it he got kinda bitchy", Stiles answers.

"Wolfsbane", Malia says, leaning back in her seat, "its poisonous to shapeshifters and the rope was probably laced in it to prevent the body from turning human".

"This raises a couple questions", Scott states, drawing the attention of the rest of the group. "One: is 'Serial Killer Derek Hale' actually 'Werewof Derek Hale'? And Two: Who's body was it that we dug up?".

"My sister, Laura Hale", Derek appears at the door, startling everyone and promoting you to stand infront of Malia protectively. "And to answer your other question...", Derek doesn't actually say anything, he just lifts his head up high and shines his golden-yellow werewolf eyes at the group. "Are you the one that bit me?", Scott asks angrily. "No... That wasn't me... That was 'The Alpha'". He states.

"The what? ", Stiles asks, very much confused. Derek stares out the window, insuring no one was eavesdropping. "'The Alpha'. There's been an abnormally high number of animal attacks in Beacon Hills recently, and the police are blaming it on mountain lions; but it's not, it's a werewolf... And not just any old werewolf, it's something with a kind of power I've never seen before", he turns back to Scott, "I'm not the one who turned you, 'cuz only an Alpha can turn someone and I'm just a Beta".

"And how do we know you're not the one who killed her?", Malia asks Derek, angering him. "I came back to Beacon Hills to find Laura. And I did- in two pieces. I think it was werewolf hunters. The same ones that burned down our family home many years ago, there weren't many survivors. My uncle, Peter, he suffered burns so severe he's in a coma. This is definitely the hunters trying to finish the job". Upon hearing his story and what happened to his family, Malia lowers her head, slightly embarrassed, "You have no idea what the Hale family has been through", Derek says in a serious tone.

Desperately wanting to change the topic, you turn to Scott. "Here's some good news, there's a cure".

"Really!?", Scott exclaims.

Derek scoffs, "How do you plan on getting the last ingredient?", He asks.

"What is the last ingredient?", Scott asks.

"The living blood of the sire", you respond.

Scott only responds with an inquisitive, confused look.

"It means you need the blood of the werewolf that turned you, while they're still alive", Derek interrupts.

Scott holds his head in disbelief, "Dont worry Scott, I have family that know a bit about the supernatural, they'll get us all the other ingredients, we just need to find whoever turned you and make 'em bleed" you assure him.

"Easier said than done", Derek says.

"I need to pee", Malia says, causing everyone else to look in her direction with bemused expressions.

"So, you gonna tell us where you found a werecoyote?", Stiles asks, as Malia leaves the room.

"Oh, right, that's a long story. The night we went into the woods, I fell down a bank and found a coyote, and then she just... turned into a human".

"On her own?", Derek asks.

"Yeah... All on her own".

"Well where's she from?", Scott asks.

"That's the thing, she doesn't remember anything. We found her adoptive father and had dinner with him but that... Didn't go so well".

"So that's what you were busy with before?", Stiles asks.

"Yeah. And the worse part is he was planning on telling her she was adopted that night. Of course, Malia already knew seeing as how she's a shapeshifter and he's not, but ..."

Everyone stops as they hear footsteps and Malia re-enters the room. "What were you guys talking about?", She asks. "The lacrosse game", Scott says awkwardly. You play along. "Right, that's tonight... And I have the football game". "But Scott, how are you gonna play the game on a full moon?", Malia asks. "I'll manage", Scott replies. "I think it's better if you sit this one out, Scott", you suggest. "I said I'll MANAGE! ", He exclaims, stumbling back while clutching his head and falling to his knees, his werewolf eyes involuntarily shining. Stiles and Malia check on him while Derek pulls you aside. "He cannot play tonight. He's a fresh beta, he doesn't know how to control it. If he gets pumped up after the game, he could go feral and kill someone!". You sigh. "Malia, how do you control yourself on a full moon". "I've never had to", she answers. "I've been in the wild for years". You sigh again, "Any suggestions?", You ask. "We could chain 'em up", Derek suggest. You're offended by the idea. "We're not chaining anyone up", you say firmly. "Actually... That could work", Malia says. "If they're strong enough they should be able to hold Scott and I till the full moon passes". Nodding your head, you look to Derek, "Fine... But I'm watching you".

Later that night...

You and Stiles have just cleared out a room in your house to keep Scott and Malia in while the full moon passes. With the shapeshifters waiting patiently inside, the two of you stand in the hallway. Derek arrives, carrying a heavy duffle bag over his shoulder, "These should hold 'em", he says as he throws the back onto the floor, letting the chains fall out and make a loud clattering sound. Out of nowhere, you hear the sound of a window breaking coming from inside the room. The three of you rush inside to find Malia is still there, but Scott is gone. You rush to the broken window. Noticing a small, human-like figure sprint with lighting-fast speed through the edge of the woods. "That's just great", Derek says sarcastically, "How are we gonna find him now?".

"'Cuz I know where he's going", you say confidently.

"The Lacrosse game".

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rey-of-luke · 2 years

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I was tagged by @revolvingresidency to "answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better." Thank you so much!

Name: Hannah

Sign: Scorpio (Sun) / Libra (Moon) / Sagittarius (Rising)

Height: 5’5”

Time: 9:09 pm (now 9:38 pm at the time of posting)

Birthday: November 16

Favorite Bands/Artists: Too many, but all-time so far are Queen, Bastille, Florence + the Machine, Lord Huron, Hozier, many 70s/80s singers/bands, and more I’m forgetting atm.

Last Movie: Uhhhhhh.... I saw some of Pretty Woman while it was on TV?

Last Show: Teen Wolf

When I Created this Blog: Ooof, in the middle of a computer class in high school and *checks* looks like the first post I ever made or reblogged was in 2014 so I would have been... a freshman? I think? If I graduated in 2017... yeah, I’d be either a freshman or a sophomore when I created this. Holy shit, I’ve been here for like 8 years. No wonder I don’t have time for half of this site’s bullshit anymore, haha.

What I Post: I have no clue, tbh. Whatever. Mostly fandom stuff, sharing my shitty fanvids, mostly just reblogging stuff. Maybe the occasional fic rec or shitty edit.

Last Thing I Googled: PNG’s for my terrible OC x Dead By Daylight crossover graphic on my oc sideblog.

Other Blogs: my OC sideblog @reyofluke-ocs and I kind of want to bring my Rey Skywalker RP blog back but honestly tumblr rp is still scary as hell but tbh I barely have time for my hobbies as it is but if I do (or you’re just curious) it’s @scavengerxjedi

Do I Get Asks: No, but I always appreciate any I do get!

Following: 378

Average Hours of Sleep: 6-7. More if I don’t have work or my internship. l

Instruments: Haven’t touched my clarinet in. oof, a long time. I wasn’t that good at it and mostly faked my way through marching band because I could never memorize the entire show for the life of me except random parts (which was always a problem because my high school band was so small there was like only 3 or 4 of us that played clarinet total).

What I’m Wearing: Jean shorts and an oversized yellow t-shirt that advertises the Great Smokey Mountains on it.

Dream Job: International human rights advocacy, maybe with the United Nations or UNICEF. Just bringing awareness and helping how I can where human rights are being overlooked or where people need a voice. But as long as I get to be a social worker and help people I’ll be happy. I would also like to maybe write on the side - maybe actually write and self-publish my original story involving various supernatural creatures in a secret Department of Social Services setting.

Dream Trip: IRELAND. Or Europe, but specifically Ireland has always been a dream of mine.

Nationality: American (specifically Southeastern part of the United States)

Favorite Songs: Hmmm.... most things by Bastille, Lord Huron, Florence + the Machine. Also without a doubt, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ by Queen because my dad and I always jam out to it when it comes on (much to my mom’s annoyance because neither my dad nor I can carry a tune to save our life).

Last Book I Read: Currently, I am reading The Invisible Life of Addie Rue by V.E. Schwab and I love it!!!! Just finished A Shadow in the Ember by Jennifer Amoundant yesterday and I liked it (but kind of want to punch Nyktos because for someone that can ‘read emotions’ he sure as hell seems intent on believing all of Sera’s are ‘lies’ like dude I know she betrayed your trust but holy shit can’t you tell when emotions are genuine??????) *cough* ahem, nevermind my little rant.

3 Fictional Universes to Live In: So many. All of them. I’ll probably go with my all-time comfort universes: Star Wars, Harry Potter, Inheritance Cycle, or X-Men. I know Harry Potter is conterversial but those books were my childhood, along with the Inheritance Cycle and Warriors and will always hold a special place in my heart even if JKR is a piece of shit.

No pressure tags: @musicboxmemories, @eddiemunscns, @arrthurpendragon, @elmunson @taladurith, anyone else who wants to.

#get to know me #hannah speaks #THANK YOU FOR THE TAG SO MUCH!

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rosewood-imaginewriter · 4 years

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betalosver · 4 years

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Is anyone looking for a Beta-Reader??

So, as an accidental member of the grammar police, I thought I would put my weird habit of correcting people’s spelling and grammar to good use and put up my services as a free beta reader, as I really like fanfiction but would never be able to finish one myself and I would love to help others who are giving back to the community in such an amazing way. I’m okay with pretty much any trigger/rating/partnering people need reading through but unfortunately I only feel able to edit English works as it’s my first language. I’m pretty fast so should be usually done in couple of days, but obviously if it’s an epic, I will need longer. So .... anyone need a beta ??

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multidimensionalauthor · 4 years

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Rebloged/Request Fandom List

• BBC Dracula

• Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

• DC Ciematic Universe

• Detroit: Become Human

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• The Mandalorian

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• The Walking Dead

• The Witcher

This is what I can think off the top of my head! Ever changing list!!

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Mother dragon (9); WInchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well I’ve had this done for a couple of days but I wanted to fix some things up that caught my attention but to those fans who have been waiting long and hard for this next part, I hereby present to you the long awaited chapter 9 of Mother Dragon. So here we get some intense drama happening here so proceed with caution.

And I know I may get some comments (or not) about Warren’s character being an asshole after this chapter but ALL WILL BE EXPLAINED IN THE NEXT CHAP. I don’t wanna give to much away cause that would be spoiling it but I hope you all enjoy this chapter until I finish up chap.10. Now I’m not sure how many more parts there will be but I can tell you we are now at the halfway point of this story. I’m glad to see people still enjoying this and new people coming in to reading this book, I can’t tell you how much it means to me. Thank you all, don’t forget to reblog, like and comment.

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@onebigfangirlworld

@waddles03

@deanscroissant

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The next morning I woke up to the sound of Stephen’s roar I groaned tiredly but that’s when I remembered.

“Shit dragon school whoa ahh!” I soon ended up falling out of Deacy’s bed and ended up tangled in his red satin bedsheets. “Hey! Hey let go of me get me out of here!” I struggled to get out of the sheets which took me like five minutes.

As fast as I could, I began putting on my armor and once I was sure I got everything on and buckled I was about to take off flying when I heard a knock at the door.

“Shit.” I muttered quietly. “Who is it?”

“Hey (n/n) can we talk?” Oh shit, it was Dean.

“Uhh…..can we talk about it later?”

“No kid actually this needs to be said now, come on open the door. Sammy, Cas and I are all out here and we need to head somewhere where there aren’t any dragons to spy on us. Can you please open the door?”

“I can’t because I’m in the tub right now.” I then opened my wings and immediately took off flying towards the exit. “Whoa! Okay little turbulence, okay just slow and steady. That’s it (y/n) just let instincts take over and just fly.” I flew through the maze like entrance until I finally reached the exit.

“Seems our latest addition finally decided to arrive.” Deacy teased. I landed and brought my wings back into the suit and lifted my helmet up.

“Haha very funny.” I mocked back.

“Right. Now that everyone is present and accounted for, I’d say it’s time we all fly out to our current location for our first lesson.” Everyone then phased into their dragon forms and Stephen led the class of about 20 little dragons onward while Deacy stayed behind and allowed me to get on his back.

“Sorry I was late, Dean, Sam and Cas were trying to talk to me before I left, couldn’t risk them finding the suit.” He nodded in understandment before he took off following Stephen.

We soon arrived at a clearing out into the woods, now phasing back to human form the dragons all landed. When Deacy phased into human form, I immediately jumped off of him and opened my wings for a safe landing and he landed beside me.

“Alright young ones. Next to flying, hunting is the key to our survival. Back when I was a dragonling, the world was much different than it is today. Less technology and less suspicious, curious humans. We were once free to hunt but now with the rising numbers the human race, we risk our existence being exposed to predators such as trappers and hunters. Who can tell me the three laws of hunting?” There was silence until a young girl around 10 years old with long sandy blonde hair spoke up.

“No dragon shall ever hunt on human grounds. Stick to the forests or deep in the sea.”

“Well done Chrissie, who can tell me the second law?”

“No dragon shall hunt human animals. Above all the cattle which is sacred to them.”

“Nicely put Adam. Third law, and the most important one of all.”

“Never make man a meal. Especially the virgin women. For taking humans only brings up more humans.” All the children soon choired out in unison.

“Excellent. Now when it comes to hunting, the first thing you need to remember is that while it is our right to hunt for survival. We must never do it for sport. It is important to know that when you hunt with our Alpha, he always calls the shots. Whatever he says goes. If he says a dragon is to start the stalk on the ground, you go on the ground. If you are the eye in the sky, you fly high so that the prey doesn’t see you but you see the prey.”

“But why must we hunt from the ground when we have our wings?” asked a young Asian dragon.

“Well Shang that’s because in order to take prey from the ground, you must first tire it out. It never suspects a dragon to chase it from the ground. A good chase helps the seeker tell the other dragons where the prey is going. If all of us hunted from the air, we lose the prey much quicker in the trees and brush.”

“Today you kids will be learning just that. We’re going to set you off into small groups and your job is to assign a chaser, a seeker and finally the ambusher. The ambusher’s role in the hunt is when the prey is finally within reach, you must strike out and take it down. All members must work together as a single unit. No one must outshine the others.” Deacon said.

“Deacon and I have assigned the roles for each of you and have already decided on who is to be what in this team hunt. In total we shall have seven teams of three since there are now 21 in this class level, so here are your teammates.” After a few minutes everyone of us was assigned a team.

I was partnered with two female dragons Astrid and Rose. I was to be the ambusher, Rose was the ground chaser and Astrid was the eye in the sky.

“Now it’s not about who catches the biggest prey or who comes first in the hunt. The object is to work together as a single unit. You all have your assigned roles and areas of your hunting ground, now hunt!” Rose, Astrid and I ran westward then went north until they finally caught wind of something.

It was a hare.

“Hare, 10 o’ clock.” I whispered.

“10 o clock?” questioned Astrid confused.

“It’s just an expression, just look that way.” The girls turned and they soon saw the hare feasting on some grass.

“Okay I’ll take to the skies, call out patterns and turns.” Astrid whispered as she turned into her silver dragon form and took off flying with probably the quietest flaps I had ever heard coming from a dragon’s wings.

“I’ll head on ahead. Think you can handle the chase Rose?” I asked her. But she looked a little scared, her hands were wringing themselves and it looked like she had tears in her eyes. “Hey Rose, you okay?”

“I’ve never been able to pass this test. I always fail Master Stephen and Alpha. I—I can’t do this. Why can’t we hunt grass or berries?” I looked at her empathically and said.

“You want to be friends with that hare, don’t you?” she looked up at me and nodded.

“It’s sad the way we must kill animals. They’re real nice and they never did anything to us.” I sighed and said.

“I know. Believe me it was hard the first time I ever had to kill a live animal. But take it from me Rose. As hard as it is, hunting is the difference between living and dying. If I didn’t do what I had to, I wouldn’t be alive today. And neither would your Alpha. You’d all still be living in fear had he died at a young age from hunger. I know it’s cruel but it’s what’ll help the nest. For your future little ones you may have. And it’s like Stephen said, you all do it for survival and I wish it were like that for all living creatures that hunt. Including us humans but sadly some of us have forgotten that law.”

“My mama says that humans kill for sport. That some of you have animals as trophies, or clothes. Is that true?”

“Sadly it is. For many humans they do hunt for sport. But some of us aren’t like that. Like me for example. I never killed a bunny back home if I knew it wasn’t going to be for a good reason either for myself or for your Alpha. Yeah it was tough the first several times. Believe me my first time I cried for over a week and thought about never eating meat again. But fruits and berries can last you so long. In the end I needed more protein otherwise I wouldn’t last. And I didn’t want to die.”

I cupped the side of her face and said.

“I know it’s scary but I know you can do this. All you have to do is just lead it towards me. Let me take care of the rest, okay?” She nodded and said.

“Thank you mama dragon.”

“You got this sweetie. I believe in you Rose.” I ruffled her hair gently then kept my eyes on the hare as I stalked around it, making sure to hide in the thick bush downwind of its sense of smell.

Rose slowly stalked towards the hare in her dragon form and soon the hunt began. The hare quickly took off running through bushes and logs but Rose was right on him, from the air I could see Astrid flying out and calling out to Rose in dragon tongue calling out patterns in order to lead the hare straight towards me.

I got into position and could hear twigs snapping and heavy footsteps. I waited, and waited and waited until the hare jumped in my line of vision and I grabbed hold of it and pinned it down by it’s back so that I could quickly tie up it’s legs. Rose slide up to me panting and Astrid came down to see if I had caught it.

“Well done girls, you did amazing.” I placed my hand on each of their heads giving them a proud stroke as they purred and nuzzled against my hand. Rose especially was happy as she nuzzled further up my arm and she licked my face and just stared at me with those dragon amber eyes of hers. “You’re welcome Rose, alright c’mon let’s show your alpha and teacher what we managed to catch.” We then headed back to where Deacy and Stephen were waiting for all the young ones to come back with their game.

All the young dragons got a different variety of things from birds, to rabbits and foxes and some caught bigger game like small deer.

“Well done young ones, I see some potential future hunters for our nest. Keep this up and soon you’ll be joining your Alpha and I on the real hunts.” The young dragons all cheered and it was then Deacy said.

“Alright I think that’s enough for today, back to the den. No wondering off now.” It was then we watched as all the young dragons flew off. “Mum, that includes you.”

“Got important Alpha things to talk about?” I asked. He nodded. “Very well I’ll leave you boys to talk. Besides I better make sure Sam, Dean and Cas aren’t too suspicious. I’ll see you guys later.” I then took off running off back towards the den.

*3rd Person POV*

As soon as (y/n) was out of range, Stephen said to Deacy.

“I got an update from Warren sometime last night.”

“And?”

“It’s here. He lost track of it at around dawn so it could be anywhere now.”

“Any what of Percy? Was he with it?”

“As far as he knew, no. Let’s up it’s just that monstrosity and nothing else.”

“We can’t take any risk. Even if it’s just one of them, I want it killed before it can report back to him. No one is to leave the den until this thing is caught and destroyed.”

“What of your mum? And the brothers?” Deacy hated to even think of doing this but he had to protect his mother.

“Even them. If they try to leave, stop them at all cost. I refuse to lose another mother.”

“Understood Alpha.” Stephen then took off flying in dragon form and Deacy turned to look up at the sky before spreading out his wings and flying high into the sky.

*My POV*

As I finally reached the den, I suddenly heard a voice I hoped that I wouldn’t hear say.

“What the hell is this!?” I was shocked to see Dean, Sam and Cas all standing outside all with their arms crossed over their chests and looking at me with disapproving looks.

“Hey guys well look who finally came out of the den. Seriously never did I think you guys would come out here for some air.”

“Don’t play dumb (l/n), what the hell’s all this? What are you wearing cause last I checked we’re miles from Comic Con.” Dean snarled.

“What oh this old thing? Latest fashion statement here in Britain didn’t you know?”

“You’re lying to us (y/n), now give us the truth.” Sam demanded.

“What do you guys care, so I made a suit so what? It never harmed anyone?” It was then Dean came up to me and forcefully pulled on my wing string which caused my wings to spring out. “Dean what the hell? I thought you were taught to never forcefully put your hands on someone!?”

“Not when someone is pretending to be something they’re not. So all this time, the sneaking out, the early morning patrols with your son? You were being one of them?”

“So what if I was?” I bluntly said as I took my wings back in. “Did it ever occur to you boys that when you found me I might’ve had a second agenda in mind?”

“So you were just using us?” asked Sam.

“I was being a mother! You guys will never understand the bond between a parent and their child!”

“We do know one thing. We know the bond between family. We took you in, we protected you, and this is how you repay us back?! Okay that’s it we’re out of here.” Dean forcefully grabbed my arm and dragged me towards Sam and Cas. “Cas get us home.”

“Dean stop it let me go! Let go of me!”

“No one is going anywhere!” Soon slamming down on the ground with green wings spread out was Deacon. “You four are to stay here.”

“And look whose come? The beast who gave (y/n) Stockholm Syndrome.” Dean fake praised. “The all mighty Alpha dragon.”

“Let go of my mother Dean.” Deacy lowly growled.

“That a threat?”

“Not a threat, a promise.” Deacon’s eyes phased into dragon slits as I could hear the low thunder growls rise up in his throat.

Dean forcefully let me go but before I could stop him, Sam stopped me holding me back and I watched as Dean walked straight up to Deacy and he said.

“You really are a mama’s boy aren’t you? Well news flash in my book humans don’t take in monsters. She’s done with you. And if you come back for her, I will end you.” Dean punched Deacy across the face sending him down to the ground.

“Stop it! Leave him alone!” I roared at Dean as I struggled to get out of Sam’s grip. Deacy looked up Dean and said as he got up.

“Yeah, and how you gonna do that hunter?” Deacy then sent a hard right hook across Dean’s face and at that punch I heard thunder rumble and lightning flashed across the sky. Dean looked back towards my son with blood dripping at the corner of his mouth.

He wiped it away as Deacon continued.

“I know all about Dean Winchester, I know exactly where you have been. The hunter to be pulled from hell, and now the one place that’s even worse than hell. Purgatory. The hell for all monsters. I’ve seen the bloodlust in your eyes, and that only comes from those whose had to fight for their survival. Well if you want a challenge then you’ve got one.”

The two of them charged at each other trying to outweigh the other like two titans battling it out. But then Dean had to cheat as he kicked Deacy’s leg in sending him down to the ground and I heard the cocking sound of a gun. In his hand Dean held his gun and my son looked up to see the barrel of it staring him right in the face. He chuckled icily and mocked.

“You know that thing won’t kill me right? You’d just be wasting bullets.”

“Yeah but I’ve had an itch to shoot you since I met you. Plus we’ll see how many bullets it takes to slow a dragon down. Maybe even bleed you out?”

“You could try that. But one shot of that gun and the entire nest will know who fired that gun. They know the sounds of a hunter’s weapon. And once they see the blood on me, they will reign hellfire down upon you. And dragon fire is worse than what you experienced in hell.”

Dean took aim, slowly his finger pulled on the trigger and soon a shot was heard.

Dean Winchester had been knocked to the ground and when he quickly grabbed his gun to fire once more at Deacy since he had missed the first shot, but standing in front of his target was none other than me.

Yeah. I had knocked Sam out and tackled Dean before he could shoot my son and now here I was standing protectively in front of my boy and a hunter.

“Mum, stay out of this.” I heard my son say.

“No! Not this time. If he’s got the balls to shoot my son, then surely he’s got the balls to shoot his mother.” I glared right at Dean and continued, “I knew you changed the second you came back from Purgatory. You’re full of bloodlust, you never ask questions, and you’re always on edge. I’ve warned you multiple times what would happen should you harm my son. So come on, you’re a hunter. A Winchester no less. If you really think I’m a monster,” I walked right up to him, took the gun and positioned it right to my forehead and sneered, “Then treat me like one.”

Silence rang through the air and I saw a slight flicker in Dean’s soulless eyes, but he still didn’t drop the gun even as I held my arms out ready for him to shoot me.

“C’mon Winchester.” I mocked.

“Dean….put the gun down.” Sam tried to reason as I saw from the corner of my eyes he and Cas slowly walking towards us. After a moment of silence and Dean still keeping his dagger-like eyes locked right on me, Cas now spoke up.

“If you pull that trigger, you will unleash something far worse than anything you’ve seen. Deacon, Stephen, Apophis, every single dragon will kill you!”

“Not if I kill them first.” Dean argued arrogantly.

“No you won’t! Dean…..I know what you’ve been through back in Purgatory, trust me I was there with you. But if you cross this line, all that’s happened to you will seem like a walk in the park. Trust me. You can’t comprehend how deep a dragon’s loyalty goes. So don’t test him!” Cas argued back.

All was tense and quiet. I could just feel the fear from Cas and Sam, the anger from my son and the rage Dean was emitting.

“Dean! You’re better than this.” Sam reasoned one last time. For a split second I thought Dean would shoot me right then and there but then something else happened.

A loud roar echoed throughout the forest. If I had to put it into words, it almost sounded like the raptors from Jurassic Park.

“What the hell?” I muttered.

“Get inside.” Deacy demanded. “Now all of you inside!”

“Deacon hold on what is that?” asked Sam.

“Just get inside!” Suddenly out of nowhere a dragon suddenly appeared, but it was completely different than any dragon I had ever seen.

It looked like a crossover of a dragon, scorpion and spider. It’s tail was what got my attention as there was a large piercing stinger at the end of it, it had two tusks on it’s mouth like a warthog and had six legs, the front legs resembled pincers and the other four were more like dragon legs and feet.

“Run!” Deacon soon phased into his dragon form and grabbed hold of me and put me on his back as well as grabbed the boys and we flew towards the den with the dragon chasing after us.

“Uhh Deacon shouldn’t you be fighting back?” Sam cried out.

“Look out!” I ducked his head in as the dragon shot out something I never thought a dragon could breath out. Acid. Green and yellow acid. I watched in shock as it melted the rocks like it was nothing.

“Does that answer your question Sammy?” I cried out. We soon reached the main sanctuary but as soon as the rest of the Deacy’s nest saw the dragon enter, they all flew high up to their sleeping dens away from the dragon.

As Deacy flew towards his, the dragon was right on his tail ready to fire again but he suddenly stopped as he was now thrown backwards. Standing between the dragon and Deacy was none other than Warren. As we all got off of Deacy’s back, I looked over just to see what all was happening.

Warren stood before this dragon and roared menacingly at him and the two circled each other. Even though Warren had a great size advantage over this dragon I was not expecting what was to come.

The dragon leapt itself at Warren, attaching itself to his face and horrifyingly managed to bring the giant colossal dragon down to the ground off of his feet.

I could hear all the other dragons whimpering and roaring in fear as Warren was taken down by this tiny bug-like dragon compared to him. Using his whip like tail, he at least managed to pull the dragon off of him but before he could unleash a raging fireball at this dragon, I saw some sort of spit shot right at Warren’s eyes and he roared in pain as the dragon quickly got onto his back.

Using it’s barbed like tail like a scorpion, it pierced through Warren’s neck causing him to roar before finally collapsing on the ground forcing himself to transform back to his human form. The dragon roared and circled Warren, all the while stomping on the ground with its pincher-like front legs sounding like it was gloating.

Why couldn’t he hear it? If his sight was blinded then his ears should be able to hear him? Why wasn’t he hearing it, it was clearly wanting him to fight him back.

Okay that’s it. I placed my helmet over my face and activated my wings and took off flying all the while hearing Deacy and the guys trying to stop me.

*3rd Person POV*

As Warren lied there helplessly, his vision now blurry thanks to the dragon’s special venom and from the paralysis poison coursing through his veins, the dragon then launched another attack ready to end Warren’s life with a single bite to tear him in half while he was still in this form.

But what the dragon didn’t expect was another roar to be hear, but it was unlike any roar it heard, especially as it felt itself being kicked in the forehead and tossed aside like trash away from its kill. As it got back on it’s legs and snarled, there stood (y/n).

Her wings spread and she now activated her special ‘dragon claws’ that she herself had forged while working at a case at an old steel mill. She stood protectively in front of Warren, even though he had threatened her no one deserves to be taken down by a cheater.

From above all the dragon seeing the Mother Dragon down below about to go face to face with this dragon all roared and cried out for her to kill it. All but Castiel, Sam, Dean and especially Deacy who was fearful that he’d lose yet another mother, and this time in the most gruesome way possible.

Then it began. The dragon launched itself at (y/n) but she leapt over the dragon easily but it quickly came back at her a second time but she managed to jump over it and land perfectly on the tree and thanks to her claws, she got a pretty good height as she hung there for a bit.

However the dragon didn’t just fly up to her, no that was too easy. This dragon was just a fast a flyer as it was a walker as it now crawled up towards (y/n) roaring and snarling at her, chasing her up further and further into the tree.

Clawing and spitting acid toward her, (y/n) somehow managed to dodge it’s perfect aim running across the branch until she was forced to open her wings once more and take flight towards another tree branch.

She waited as the entire sanctuary was silent. Looking at every corner she could to try and see if she could spot the red and black dragon anywhere but there was no sign of it. That was until suddenly it somehow got above her and was ready to take her down, but then revealing a hidden knife underneath her wrist, she managed to stab the dragon’s wing which caused it to go off balance and roll down 10 feet to the ground. The dragons above her roaring and cheering.

It wasn’t until the dragon opened it’s wing to not only reveal that she had actually managed to stab it, but she gave it a pretty good cut in it as well, at least 3-4 inches of an opening on it’s wing. And everyone knows that if a dragon’s wing is damaged, it can’t fly.

Angered by the fact that someone had actually managed to hurt it, it let out a hiss towards (y/n). Showing the dragon her knife, she hissed back before jumping right to the ground as the dragon circled around her lowly growling and using its second pair of claws to tab the ground as a distraction.

Then quick as a whip, it used its tail to try and stab her with it’s piercing stinger filled with venom but that was only a distraction as the dragon suddenly now stood before her and used it’s pincer like front claw to push her aside which actually knocked her into a boulder. She let out a cry and all the dragons above went silent with worry as they saw the Mother Dragon go down.

With her vision blurry she saw the dragon crawl up to her before finally pinning her down using its tusks, its hot breath dancing across her face and it’s tongue sneaking out to have a taste of her before ending her life.

That was until it felt a shot to its side and there stood Dean Winchester.

“Hey spider dragon! Back away from my sister!” The dragon hissed and charged after Dean and he kept firing shot after shot before reaching for his machete and managed the scar the dragon across its eye making it rear back and roar in pain before hissing down at Dean. It knocked the machete out of his hand right and into the lake using its tail and pinned the eldest Winchester down.

Just before Dean found himself to be melted into acid, (y/n) who now regained consciousness mounted the dragon and pulled it by its horns trying to redirect its attention to her now.

The dragon now pissed off that someone was now on it, tried to buck and shake her off of it but she kept a strong hold on his horns. That was until she tried to lead it towards the thicket of trees where the young dragons would use as a type of ‘dragon jungle gym.’ Only this was much tighter and older dragons wouldn’t be able to fit in it.

Once she was close enough, she took a leap of faith and managed to grab onto one of the branches and pull herself inside and bury herself into the jungle gym. But the dragon was right above her as it used it’s tail, pinchers and acid spit to try and reach her, roaring and snarling along the way.

She buried herself deeper and deeper into the thicket gym as the needle and acid just barely reached her. It was then she saw an opening wide enough for her to get out to the lake and go and find Dean’s machete. But the dragon roared at her giving her a jump scare forcing her to yelp and go backwards into the thicket.

Arms came down from above trying to reach in and pull her out, it was then she saw a stone just lying inside, probably left there by one of the younger dragons. She quickly grabbed it and shoved it through the hole where the dragon’s second left arm was. It let out a roar as it tried to pull itself out then tried to lash out with its pincers as she managed to escape out of the thicket and run towards the lake.

But with its leg still trapped, it couldn’t do anything so it did the only thing it could do. Using its own acid on itself, it fired its own leg which easily disintegrated it instantly before finally taking off running towards (y/n).

She quickly jumped in but before she could dive down, the dragon leapt over her and tackled her sending both her and it down the dark blue water.

All was quiet as the dragons watched with horror and shock as the water rippled before going still. Deacy, Sam and Cas watched from their perch in shock and horror while Dean raced up towards the water.

“(Y/n)? (N/n)!” But there was no answer. He was terrified to think that (y/n) was dead and the last thing she’ll ever remember him by would be pointing a gun at her. Even though he did try to save her, he never got the chance to apologize and he doubt he ever would.

The water soon turned red and everyone feared the worse that it was human blood but with the water so dark and murky they couldn’t tell whose blood it was.

That was until (y/n) broke surface like Ariel gasping and coughing out water.

*My POV*

Somehow I managed to find Dean’s machete at the bottom of the lagoon and then just as the dragon came at me, I swam up and stabbed it right through the eye. I made sure to twist the knife in to be sure that it would stay dead and next thing I knew, I just collapsed to the sea floor.

As I was running out of air, I quickly swam back to the surface of the water as well as the blood and let out a huge gasp and coughed harshly while panting for air.

I then swam back towards the edge and just before I pulled myself up, I saw Dean’s hand reach out in front of me. I took it and he helped me up then immediately embraced me. I could tell by the look in his eyes and just the strength of his embrace that he was trying to apologize but knew he couldn’t find the right words.

So I leaned against him and hugged him back as well as patted him telling him that I forgave him. It was then I finally heard all around me the dragons roaring in victory. Dean and I separated and looked up to see them all out of their dens, their wings extended and some breathing out fire.

I then stood up and walked outward looking down at the machete in my hand. The blade dripping with both water and blood and just like a true warrior, I raised it in the air and I let out my best battle cry that could compare to a dragon’s roar.

They all soon came flying down and surrounded both Dean and I thanking us for killing that dragon. But I especially was nudged on top of Apophis’ dragon head and raised up high into the air and the dragons continued to roar.

But it was then I noticed Warren who looked at me disappointingly before sulking away out of the den.

After the fight; Deacy refused to leave my side as he now had me between his front dragon legs and proceeded to lick me, healing me of any wounds. But after a while he just wouldn’t let up.

“Alright Deacy. Deacy. Deacy stop! Okay, okay I think you’ve got all the wounds cleaned off now.” I tried to get out of his grip but he blocked my path before slowly scooting his hand over toward me forcing me to go back towards him. “Deacon seriously I’m fine now!” He huffed and grumbled at me. “Don’t take the tone with me mister man!”

He grumbled and nuzzled his nose against my stomach and lowly grumbled. It was then I began to slowly understand what he was trying to say.

“Hey, I’m still alive aren’t I?” He looked at me and nudged closer to me before phasing into his human state and he said.

“Yeah, I just—” but he was interrupted as Stephen now came in and he said.

“Oh sorry, was I interrupting something?”

“Yes you were.” Deacy sneered.

“Deacy don’t go off on him. What is it Stephen? Is—is Warren alright?”

“Yes he’ll be fine. Kisara and I managed to help give him his sight back and drain the venom out of his system. But that’s not why I’m here. I need to ask you (y/n).” I looked at him confused. He came up towards us and he asked me, “Tell me how long have you been exposed to dragon saliva?”

“What are you saying?” Deacy asked.

“Please I—I just need to know.”

“Well, I mean it was after that shapeshifter attack when I was 13. Then after that it was only on severe wounds.”

“Which happened at least four times a month.” Deacy piped in.

“No it was more like twice a month.”

“Mum get real.”

“Okay well that was for 3 years till we were separated, until last week when we reunited. And of course all the other times you’ve licked me since then.” He came up to me and held out his arm saying.

“May I?” I held out my hand but he gently grasped my forearm with his left while his right hand hovered over the underside of it. His fingers softly and gingerly stroking my skin as suddenly my veins began to glow and light up which freaked me out for a brief second but I calmed down when I didn’t feel anything.

His palm turned up and soon a spirit visual of my body came up and some sort of blue light was coursing throughout my body.

“Just as I thought. But—never did I imagine I’d actually get to see it with my own eyes.” He muttered as he looked directly at me before cupping my face.

“What are you getting at Stephen?”

“Deacon, your mother—is enhanced.” The two of us looked at each other in shock.

“Wait so—you….you mean I’m basically a dragon?” I asked bewildered.

“To a degree. There is rumor that if one is exposed to dragon saliva for a certain amount of time, then the host can gain enhanced abilities. Answer this for me (y/n), on any of your hunts either with Deacy or the brothers, have you ever done things that not even they could do?” I began to think long and hard and turns out now it all made sense.

The time we were on a Vampire hunt in Omaha, I was able to jump from roof to roof in order to catch a vamp who tried to kill a young teenage girl.

Another case was when we were hunting a pack of werewolves and we were captured and I was tied to a chair, I was basically able to literally perform a Natasha and break free and take down the werewolves before killing them.

And of course there’s all the training days when I was able to take down both brothers as well as Castiel. And I could just go on and on about several other situations.

“Yeah on numerous occasions.” I replied.

“It would seem you’ve been enhanced with great strength, speed and agility that only us dragons are known to have. Because that fight was unlike anything I had ever seen humans do, even the best of them have stumbled but you….you were a different story.” I let all this information sink in and just couldn’t believe my mind.

“So…..does this mean I’m immortal as well?”

“Unfortunately no. Dragon saliva can heal as well as enhance but it cannot grant you immortality. Dragons aren’t made, they’re born. That’s the way it’s always been and always will be I’m afraid.” Stephen answered.

“Well it was worth a shot.” I said as I stroked my son’s cheek and he leaned into my hand. “Where is Warren? I—I’d like to apologize to him. I mean I did kinda steal his thunder and he looked disappointed after I won that fight.” The two of them looked at each other and Deacy said.

“Mum, I think it’s best you leave Warren to one of us.”

“Are you sure? I feel like I should be able to defend myself and let him know I didn’t mean to offend him in anyway.”

“Trust us mum, you wouldn’t want to see him when he’s in his moods. We’ll speak for you, just please don’t go anywhere near him, okay?” Deacy’s eyes were serious as he spoke this and he needed me to swear that I wouldn’t do what he think I’d do.

“Okay, I promise.”

“Thank you.” He spoke softly as he kissed my forehead and embraced me.

*3rd Person POV*

Later that night just outside of the den, Warren was lying up against a tree trying to come to terms with what had just happened to him earlier this afternoon. Stephen who agreed with Deacy went out to find the stubborn dragon and talk some sense into him and speak for the Mother Dragon.

Even through the light of the half moon, he could see that his friend and brother was still upset, humiliated and disappointed.

“Warren?” Stephen spoke up softly. Warren with his arms crossed over his chest didn’t look down at the half breed and continued to mope. “I know it was hard for you today. Back with the acid spitter, but surely it’s not worth all this self-pitying about. Please Warren, she saved your life even after all that you’ve threatened her with.” Having enough of hearing about this ‘Mother Dragon’ bullshit, Warren stood up and growled.

“You. Allowing her to get involved with our war.” Stephen smelling the air knew what was coming towards him. Warren’s eyes turned from blue to dragon slit in a split second as he finished his statement, “traitorous half breed rat!”

From the den; Kisara was actually the first to hear the sound of a fight happening. She lifted her head from her mate’s neck and took off flying towards the entrance and she was greeted with a horrifying sight.

She saw her two brothers fighting it out. Both in their dragon forms with Warren gripping onto Stephen’s tail trying to rip it off of him. He slammed the four winged dragon down and continued with his attack and of course Stephen tried to fight back.

She roared out and flew towards the two dragons hoping to break up the fight. She finally landed in front of them and tried to bite Warren’s neck trying to pull him off, using her wings tapping him to stand down. But due to her size compared to Warren it did absolutely nothing. Then something horrifying happened.

Warren turned on Kisara blindly and there ended up being a long, bloody scar that ran from her chest to her lower abdomen, right where the eggs still were. When he finally calmed down to see it was Kisara that he had attacked, he knew that he had screwed up big time.

Along with harming the Alpha’s parents, it was taboo to do harm to a dragon’s pregnant mate.

Stephen quickly came up to her and nuzzled her head as she whimpered. Warren phased back into his human form with a look of horror and guilt on his face. Next thing he knew, he was pinned against a tree by the throat by none other than Apophis who was seething with anger.

“THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU COULD’VE KILLED HER!! OUR FIRST LITTER OF CHILDREN YOU COWARD!!!”

“Apophis!” They turned around to soon see not only Deacon but (y/n), Castiel and the Winchester brothers as well as some of the other dragons who had heard the commotion. As much as Apophis wanted to kill Warren for attacking his pregnant mate and threatening the life of his future little ones and he had the right to do that, but his Alpha refused to let him have it.

After what felt like forever, he finally released Warren and raced up to Kisara frantic with worry.

“Kisara? Kisara love I’m here. I’m right here darling.” He stroked her muzzle and she looked up at her mate with pained eyes as she lifted her head and placed it across Apophis’ lap whimpering in pain as he continued to stroke her, placing his head against hers.

Ashamed of himself, Warren took off flying trying to get away from everyone because this time he knew there was no coming back from this. He knew he’d be exiled for this because he broke a sacred dragon law against a pregnant female.

And one that had shown him nothing but kindness and love, he never meant to hurt her, he never would hurt Kisara.

But he did. And he would forever be ashamed of what he did.

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hotsummersimpingogacc · 5 years

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im trying to get attention once again

if you have any idea for any kind of headcanons please let me know because i wanna try like write them? so please hit me up !!!!!! Okay i just found out you cant send me a question so please message me your requests!

#ben hardy #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #rami malek #joe mazzello x reader #john deacon #john deacon x reader #brian may x reader #brian may #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #freddie mercury #marvel #supernatural #queen #bohemian rhapsody #riverdale #sherlock #harry potter

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sarcastic-space-gal · 5 years

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Masterlist

BOHRHAP

Love Of My life [Roger Taylor x Reader / Ben Hardy x Reader]

Eyes On You [Roger Taylor x Reader / Ben Hardy x Reader]

Sing For Me [Roger Taylor x Reader / Ben Hardy x Reader]

MARVEL

Sunflower [Peter Parker x Reader]

Run To You [Peter Parker x Reader]

Escape (Part 1 / Part 2) [Loki x Reader]

Hide and Seek [Steve Rogers x Reader]

I Knew You Were Trouble [Tony Stark x Reader]

STAR TREK

Dusk Till Dawn [Leonard McCoy x Reader]

Water Under The Bridge [Leonard McCoy x Reader]

Summer Wind [Leonard McCoy x Reader]

Dark Past, Part 2 [James Kirk x Reader] {discontinued}

SUPERNATURAL

Devil’s Son [Jack Kline x Winchester!Reader]

Pay Me a Visit In Heaven [Lucifer x Winchester!Reader]

Archangel’s Bane, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4 [Lucifer x Reader] {discontinued}

THE MANDALORIAN

Cross Paths, Part 2 , Part 3 [ The Mandalorian x Reader]

Bait [The Mandalorian x Reader]

THE WITCHER

The Dancer with Golden Earrings, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 [Jaskier x Reader] {on hiatus}

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metaphorical-love-for-a-car · 5 years

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Angry Chihuahuas-- Roger Taylor x Reader

Request; “reader comes home from work one day to Roger trashing the place in one of his famous short-tempered, impulsive outbursts after an argument with one of the guys in which some comments/insults made crossed a line and genuinely upset him and reader calms him down” ( @fatbottomedboi )

Warnings; language

Word Count; 2.4k (whoops got a bit carried away lol)

Notes; I originally had a gif of Roger, but then I remembered this one and thought that it was appropriate for the fic

The boys were almost always off in the studio, working on their newest album. With all the hard work they were putting into it, you had no doubt that it would be amazing. You knew how they could be, always bickering about something or another, so you figured that you would pick up a pizza and some wine for dinner. You knew that Roger was bound to be tired and stressed, and you wanted him to have a relaxing night at home.

As you neared the front door, balancing the pizza box in your hand and cradling the bottle of wine in your arm, you dug your keys from your pocket. You were about to stick them into the door when you heard a loud crash. Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach. Possibilities ran through your mind. What if someone broke in? What would you do? A muffled thud sounded from the other side of the door, followed by a shout. You frowned, recognizing the voice.

You slowly opened the front door, bracing yourself for whatever damage had been done. A bookshelf had been dumped over, and its contents littered the floor. Roger hadn’t noticed you come in. He was pacing like a caged animal, hands in his hair and muttering under his breath. He finally turned on his heel and disappeared into the bedroom. You sighed and made your way into the kitchen to put away the food. You flinched at the sound of something shattering. You had seen one of his tantrums before, but he had gotten better at controlling his temper. It had been a good while since he had an outburst this bad.

When you walked out of the kitchen, you found Roger kneeling beside the broken shelf. He gathered up some of the books that were on the floor, pushing aside the wooden fragments. He was muttering to himself again, and you managed to catch the tail end of what he was saying. “You’re so fuckin’ stupid. Why are you always ruining-” His voice cracked. Roger brought a hand to his mouth and bit one of his knuckles as if he was trying to keep himself from crying.

“Hey, hey,” you whispered, quickly making your way to his side. “It’s okay, love. You’re okay.” Roger looked at you with wide eyes that were full of tears.

“I’m sorry. I fucked up again. I’m so sorry. I-” You shushed him before pulling him into an embrace. He desperately clung to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“It’s alright.” You lightly traced random shaps on his back. “They’re just objects that can be replaced. We can always get new ones, yeah?” Roger slowly nodded. “I brought home some pizza and wine. How about we eat and when you’re ready, we’ll talk about what’s got you all worked up. Sound good?” Roger leaned back in order to look you in the eye. The corner of his lips twitched upward in the smallest of a smile. You flashed him an encouraging grin and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’ve got the cutest little nose, did you know that?” Roger rolled his eyes with a scoff, and his smile faintly grew. You glanced down and noticed he was hiding one of his hands from your view. Narrowing your eyes at him, you held out an open palm. Roger avoided your gaze as he placed his scratched-up hand into yours. You sighed. “What happened?”

“I... uh... may or may not have broken the mirror in the bathroom.” A tinge of pink spread across Roger’s cheeks. The poor boy was embarrassed. You pursed your lips and nodded.

“Alright, then. Let's get you cleaned up so we can enjoy our dinner.”

The two of you ate in the kitchen since the living room was a mess. Neither of you spoke much, save for the occasional boring comment about the day, such as “weather has been nice” or “my coworker was an ass today.” It had taken him a while to finally open up about what had caused him to lash out, but you didn’t mind. The last thing you wanted to do was push him. Roger was clearly shaken up, and you wanted to help him in whatever way you could. Sometimes that simply means just being there for them.

You sipped on your glass of wine, eyeing him carefully. He was staring off into space and kept opening then closing his mouth. “Take your time, love. Whenever you’re ready,” you softly told him before placing a hand on his shoulder. Roger nodded, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. Expressing the things that went on in his mind was never a strong suit of his. He chewed on his lip for a moment. Finally, he began to tell you what happened.

The boys were trying to smooth out some of the kinks in one of their new songs, but they could hardly agree on anything. “It sounds like shit,” Roger grumbled, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. He was sprawled out on a sofa. Deacy nodded in agreement. Freddie muttered under his breath before scribbling something down on a piece of paper.

“Yeah, wonder whose fault that is,” Brian scoffed. Deacy tensed, knowing that a cat-fight was about to break out. Roger sat up and grimaced at Brian.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you’re not the easiest person to work with.”

“Fuck off, Brian.”

“Look at you, getting all defensive. You know I’m right.”

“Alright, ladies. Let’s not stir anything else up,” Freddie droned. The other two just ignored his comment.

“You’re not exactly sunshine and daisies either!” Brian opened his mouth, but Deacy interrupted him.

“Neither of you are easy to work with. Can we move on now?” Brian rolled his eyes, plopping down into a nearby chair.

“I’m just saying that we probably would have been finished with the song by now if it wasn’t for Roger’s screw-ups.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. I’m-So-Much-Better! We can’t all be fucking perfect.”

“Brian, you made a few mistakes yourself, so don’t get all high and mighty on us,” Freddie quipped. Brian crossed his arms with a huff.

“Of course, you’d take his side.” Freddie furrowed his brows.

“There aren’t any ‘sides.’ I’m just trying to get you two to stop bitching and get on with it!”

“Yeah, Brian. Stop bitching already,” Roger parrotted.

“Honestly, I don’t know how they do it.” Deacy pinched the bridge of his nose. Freddie raised a brow at him. Deacy rolled his eyes before addressing the two that were still bickering. “Surely, you two don’t always act like children? Because you’re both married, and I don’t understand how they put up with the likes of you.”

“I don’t, but I can’t say the same for Rog.” Roger glared daggers at Brian. “I don’t see how (Y/N) puts up with him either. Honestly, I didn’t expect the two to last this long.” Roger got to his feet in an instant. Freddie and Deacy shared a worried glance.

“Alright, Brian, that’s-” Brian plowed through Freddie’s warning.

“I’m just shocked! I mean, given Roger’s track record on trying to keep a stable relationship, I figured they would have fallen out by now. Probably won’t be long before he completely screws it up. It’s what he always does. (Y/N) should just leave before they get hurt.” Roger saw red and started towards Brian. Deacy and Freddie were quick to stop him.

“Fuck you, Brian! You’re not a saint either. Does Chrissy know about Anita? All those secret little rendezvous?” Roger shouted. Brian got to his feet.

“Oh, you want to play it like that, huh? I could make a list of names from your experiences.”

“Shove your list up your ass! That was before I met, (Y/N).”

“But I bet that doesn’t stop them from worrying. The seed’s already been planted in their mind, Rog. They’ll never really trust you.” Roger shook his head. His eyes were stinging, but he wouldn’t give Brian the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

“You’re a fucking ass, Brian. Maybe you and Prenter should shack up. Seems like you’d make a perfect couple,” Roger spat. Brian looked offended at his statement. Roger wrenched himself from Freddie and Deacy’s grasp, purposefully knocking over a nearby stack of papers.

“There he goes, letting his temper get the best of him, as per usual,” Brian snapped. With a shout, Roger grabbed a nearby chair and launched it across the room. He didn’t see what it hit, but he heard a loud crash. Roger stormed out of the studio, slamming the door behind himself.

Your jaw dropped. The band had fought before, but they had never been this bad. Cupping his face in your hands, you stared into his big, blue eyes. “Roger, I love you so much. Yes, I know your reputation, but that was a thing of the past. I know you’ve grown and matured. I also know that you love me, and because of that, I never have to worry about you.” You peppered his face with kisses. He smiled, placing his hands over your own. “As much as I’m enjoying this tender moment with you, you have a mess to clean up in the bathroom.” Roger gave a dramatic groan. He gave you the saddest puppy-dog eyes, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Right now? Do I have to?”

“Yes because I need to get a shower tonight.” You wiggled your eyebrows, and Roger immediately perked up. You laughed at his reaction. “Is that enough incentive for you to clean your mess up?” Roger smiled before stealing a quick kiss.

“More than.” As he started to walk off, you smacked his backside, earning a playful glare from Roger. You snorted and watched him disappear into the other room.

You quickly dashed over to the telephone, dialing up Freddie. You told him that you were planning to hold an intervention and to call Deacy to fill him in. Freddie was wary, considering how the day had been thus far, but he agreed to help after hearing your plan. You chewed on your lip as you dialed Brian’s number, hoping that it would all work out. “Hello?” Brian’s voice crackled through the receiver.

“Hello, Space Boy! I’m planning a little get-together with the boys at our place. You know, pizza and booze, the usual,” you chirped.

“Well... I, uh...” He seemed surprised at your request. “When?”

“Tonight.”

“Oh, (Y/N), I don’t think that’s a-”

“Please, Bri? It’s my birthday!” you lied. “I’d hate to not get to spend some time with my favorite boys on my birthday.” He sighed. After a moment of silence, Brian begrudgingly agreed. “Great! See you in an hour.” Roger emerged just in time to see you hang up the phone. He snaked an arm around your waist.

“Who was that, love?”

“Uh, just called someone to help us haul out the old shelf.” Roger nodded, satisfied with your answer.

It was getting close to the time for the boys to show up. You were a little nervous, but you assured yourself that between you, Freddie, and Deacy, you’d be able to handle it. In order to distract Roger, you sent him on a bit of a goose chase. You asked him to find your “favorite” pair of socks because your feet were cold. Of course, the socks you described were nonexistent, but it would keep him busy for the next couple of minutes.

You practically flung yourself at the door when someone knocked on it. You took a deep breath and put on your best poker face before opening it. “Hello, boys,” you greeted coolly. Their eyes widened as they entered, assessing the damages. Once they were all inside, you slammed the door shut and locked it. “No one in, and no one out. Roger, come here, please.” Brian looked confused, while Freddie and Deacy were bracing themselves for another fallout. When Roger stepped through the bedroom doorway, he froze. Scowling, he wagged a finger at Brian.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’ here?” Roger shouted, already going red in the face. If this was a cartoon, steam would be coming out of his ears.

“Rog, darling, you need to calm down before your head explodes,” Freddie quipped. Brian crossed his arms, looking between the three of you and Roger.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask your partner?" Roger’s expression darkened.

“Wha’s that supposed to mean, then?”

“Everybody can it before another-” Deacy started. Brian scoffed.

“They lied about it being their birthday in order to get me over here!” Roger’s jaw clenched, and he was about to say something before you beat him to it.

“Shutup! Both of you! Now, sit down so we can get this sorted out. You two are stupid if you think I’m gonna sit around and watch you ruin your friendship.” You placed your hands on your hips and turned to face Brian. “I lied to you to get you over here because we’re having an intervention.” You glanced over your shoulder at the other two. “Freddie, did you bring it?” He nodded and held up a brown, paper bag. “Good.” You eyed Brian and Roger. “Well, what are we waiting for? Sit down, and sit next to each other.”

They glared at each other but did as instructed. Freddie pulled out a large lump of cloth. Deacy smiled mischievously, causing Brian and Roger to get worried. The three of you managed to get it untangled and presented it to the other two. They weren’t amused. Roger wrinkled his nose. “‘Our get along sweater’?” You nodded.

“Yep, had it made a long time ago. Knew it would come in handy with you three toddlers running about. Thanks for letting me stash it at your place, Fred.”

“Any time, darling. Now, let’s get them all dolled up, shall we?” Freddie excitedly clapped his hands. He helped you and Deacy put the giant, two-person sweater on Brian and Roger, who made sure that their complaints were heard. After several minutes of struggling, you stepped back to examine your work. Deacy grabbed the camera he had brought, snapping a few photographs.

“Perfect! Now that you two are all cozied up, we can begin our group therapy session, beginning with Freddie.”

“It all started when I was a child,” he began wistfully. Roger and Brian groaned dramatically. Your smile widened. Maybe next time they’ll choose their words carefully.

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