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writingkeepsmewhole · 3 months

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Looks Clear

This is part 8 of Snow In The Dark. I hope you like it :)

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow along with the others decied the best way to make it off the planet alive.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language.

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Part 1 Part 7

Knowing that light hurts the beasts trying to hurt us, everyone quickly takes inventory of everything that makes light.

Despite how bad it looked or not caring how it looked I stuck close to Riddick. He kept me alive more than once today.

Plus I felt calmer around him. More myself. More in control. Something about being next to a man you knew could handle anything that got thrown at him.

So I stood next to him as I stood around the burning cutting torch trying to figure out a plan.

“So we got one cutting torch, we got two hand lights. There’s gotta be something we can rip out of the crash ship.”

“Spirts.” Paris says leaning forward to fan himself.

I was humid and stuffy in this room but it was better than being eaten alive.

“Anything over 45 proof burns rather well.”

“Mmm molotovs my favorite.” I say earning a snort from Jack.

I wink at her and smile.

“Look, it's better than nothing.” Johns says, glaring at me.

“It was a joke.” I say, lifting my hands up.

I don’t even react as I feel the warm body heat behind me. Johns eyes bouncing to the figure behind me told me who it was.

I don’t know what I did to have the killer of the group be my bodyguard but I would take it.

“How many bottles you got?” Carolyn asks, getting us in order once again.

“I don’t know, maybe ten.”

“Okay.” She says, nodding and looking over at Johns.

“Johns you got some flares.”

“So, maybe we got enough light.” She says, nodding.

“Enough for fucking what?” Johns asks.

“How thick are you? Do you wanna tell him or should I?” I ask, looking at Johns then Carolyn.

She holds her hand up as to tell me to shut up or she has this.

“We stick to the plan. We get the four cells back to the skiff, we’re off this rock.”

“Look I hate to ruin a beautiful theory with an ugly fact.” Paris says standing up.

“But that sand cat is solar. It won't run at night.” He says walking over to Carolyn.

“So we carry the cells. We drag them whatever it takes.”

“You mean tonight with all those things out there?” Jack asks, holding onto her legs rocking back and forth. She was scared but doing a great job of holding it in.

I move to sit next to her wrapping my arms around her.

“It’s better to go now then wait them out. We don’t know how long the eclipse is going to last.” I say gently rubbing her back.

“Alright, how long can this thing last?” Johns asks, making me bite my tongue from starting something with him. That wouldn’t help us survive.

“A few hours? A day tops?” He says, very matter of fact.

I clench my jaw ready to shut up but decide against it.

“Didn’t we have this conversation a few hours ago? These people wouldn’t have left everything they own or the ship for that matter if they only had to deal with these things for a few hours or a day tops.” I say spitting the last word.

“I had the impression from the model the two planets were moving as one and there would be a lasting darkness.” Imam says looking at Johns.

“Thank you.” I say, holding my hand out towards Imam.

“Maybe you can only understand men.” I say earning a glare but he doesn't respond to me.

“Mmm.. These suns gotta come up sometime. And if these creatures are phonic about light then we just sit tight and we let the sun come up.” He says, meeting my gaze, the look on his face like he figured it out.

“Okay, where is the water we are going to drink? Or food or oh yeah we’ll probably freeze because deserts get cold at night time and a few days without sun will most likely kill us. If the lack of water and food doesn't. That’s if I put up with you that long.” I say, clenching my jaw.

“Why you little-.” Johns says starting to stand up.

“Okay enough.” Carolyn says stepping in the middle of the room blocking our line of sight from each other.

“I’m sure somebody else said the same thing, locked inside that coring room.”

“We need to think about everybody now. Especially the kid.” He says pointing at all of us.

“How scared is this poor boy gonna be out there in the dark.”

“Oh don’t you bring him into this.” I say, clenching my jaw and standing up.

“Yeah, don't use him like that.” Carolyn says.

“Like what?” Johns asks, looking disgusted.

“As a smoke screen.” Carolyn says at the same time I speak.

“As a shield.”

“You deal with your own fear.”

“Yeah it’s okay to be scared Johns.”

“Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth for two seconds and let me come up with a plan that dosn’t involve mass suicide.”

“You came up with one. It's sitting here waiting for the lights to go out so those things can eat us.” I say, the sounds of the creatures outside whaling making me take a breath.

Them clearly hearing us.

Breathing the breath out slowly I move to sit back next to Jack, wrapping my arm around her.

“I’m waiting.” Carolyn says, making me smirk.

I may have to change my mind about her after all.

“How much you weigh Johns?”

“What’s it matter Carolyn?”

“How much?” She snaps back.

“Around seventy nine kilos.”

“Because you’re seventy nine kilos of gutless white meat.”

“And that’s why you can’t think of a better plan and you want to use Jack as an excuse.” I say joining in.

“Is that fucking right?” He says jumping up, snatching his gun out as he does.

I don’t flinch.

I watch Riddick stand up stepping in front of him, blocking him from getting to any of us.

“Where are you going?” Johns asks, pressing the barrel of the gun into RIddick’s chin.

I have to stop myself from standing up. The anger I have towards Johns is starting to get to its boiling point. I wanted to hurt him but that would help any of us get out of this.

“This solves nothing.” Imam says, as if he was reading my thoughts.

I watch Riddick smirk, him lifting his goggles and looking over at Johns as the sound of tapping fills the air.

My eyes dropped to the sound seeing a homemade blade right on John’s crotch.

“Okay.” Johns says taking a step and sitting back down.

I couldn’t tell if he was smirking or giving him a fake smile. The look on Johns face creeping me out either way.

My head snaps to the right when Carolyn moves to crouch next to me and Jack.

“They’re afraid of our light. That means we don’t have to be so afraid of them.” She says calmly. Her eyes lifted up to meet mine.

I smile at her then down at Jack.

“You know I will make sure you are safe.” I say, rubbing her back. Jack nods, looking nervous but less scared.

“And you are sure you can get us there? Even in the dark?” Iman asks, looking over at us.

“No I can’t.” She says standing up.

“But he can.” She says looking over at Riddick.

I look up at him, his goggles still off him turning to look over his shoulder at her, the light hitting his face just right to show the silver shine in his eyes.

“That’s the smartest thing you said all day.” I say looking up at her.

She nods and bends down picking up the torch.

“Come on, I have an idea.”

Carolyn leads us back to the entrance of the ship. She uses the torch to shine under the ship in case there are any creatures hiding.

Sticking close together everyone starts to head out following her.

I’m stopped when a large hand grabs my wrist. Looking up over my shoulder I meet the face of Riddick.

Us being swallowed by darkness as the others leave out ahead of us.

“You know not everyone is gonna make it out of here.” He says, his low rubbing voice settling around me. It almost reminds me of the way a cat purrs. Something animal about it.

“Then let's make sure you, me, and Jack are on the list of the ones that do.”

“Is that all you care about?” He asks, sounding like a loaded question which I was trying not to read into.

“Honestly? Yes.”

He smirks, letting go of my wrist and heading towards the door. I stay close to him. The group of us stayed quiet as we walked outside up to the other side of the crashed ship.

“Riddick.” Carolyn whispers it is too risky for us to keep moving forward.

Riddick slides past me, his hand brushing my lower back as he does. I’m shocked by the shiver it shoots up my spine.

He walks to the front of the group, slipping his goggles up to look inside.

“Looks clear.” He calls back.

Johns pushes past me practically shoving me over as he sneaks up next to Riddick, gun in hand. Him having a light on the end of it.

I have to bite my lip to keep from snatching it out of his hand and beating him with it. Thoughts of stabbing him in his sleep enter my mind.

As soon as Johns light shines into the ship a monster comes jumping out towards them screeching.

Riddick drops to the ground, out of the way while Johns jumps to the right landing on his back.

The creature flies over our head away from the light. All of us ducking down. Jack’s grip on my hand tightening.

“You said"clear "." Johns says looking up at Riddick him slightly down a slope.

“I said it looks clear.” Riddick says back, making me smile at the sass.

“Well what’s it look like now?” He asks.

Riddick raises his head taking a quick glance before turning to look back shrugging.

“Looks clear.” He says, making me snort a giggle.

Everyone turned to look at me in a shocked horror.

“I’m sorry that wasn’t meant to be funny, I know.” I say, as Riddick and Johns get up.

Johns casually walked into the ship, everyone following behind. Jack rushed ahead to stay close to Carolyn’s light.

Riddick doesn't move until I reach his side.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I think the exhaustion is finally catching up to me.” I say, feeling heat rise up my cheeks.

Riddick doesn't answer him, lifting a hand to grab my chin. I don’t speak as he moves my head to the left and the right, most likely looking at the bruises there.

Taking a shaky breath I let it out as his touch fell from my face, my skin almost burning from where he touched it.

“I thought I smelt blood.” He says, I almost feel like more to himself than me. But he didn’t seem like the type to talk to himself.

“Is my lip bleeding?” I question reaching up to touch my lip.

“Must have been something else.” He says, turning towards the ship, the clicking sound of the creatures starting to grow louder.

“We need to leave.” He says.

I nod following him into the ship.

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furyan-imagines · 8 months

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YOU CAN PICK: (A) Whether you think of Riddick as simply being a criminal or (B) You think that Riddick is a person who has more to him than meets the eye

"What? Click your fingers and he's one of us now?"

You were right smack in the middle of the small train of humans who had survived the Hunter-Gratzner crash, following behind Shazza and Johns, close enough that you could hear the irritation in the free-settler's question.

"I didn't say that." You could almost hear the smile in John's reply. "But at least this way I don't have to worry about y'all, uh, falling asleep and not waking up."

Jack pushed past you, angling himself to face the two adults leading all of them. The teenager had somehow found a pair of partially-broken goggles and worn them in emulation of the famed murderer trailing behind all of them. "So, can I talk to him now?"

"No."

Continue reading (A) if you feel that you need to stay away from Riddick the criminal

"Maybe it's better if we all keep out of his way, huh?"

Jack looked askance at you, disbelief written clearly on his face.

"I mean there must be many good reasons why Riddick has such a high bounty on his head, right?"

Shazza and Johns both turned briefly. The woman gave you a look that you couldn't quite decipher, but the smile Johns shot at you was a reassuring one. At least you all had a cop watching after the group.

It wasn't that you actually had anything against Richard B. Riddick, but if so many slams and systems had arrests out for him, it would probably behoove you to go the safe route, especially after this fucked-up fiasco of not just having the ship you had been on crash, but having Zeke already killed by one of those creatures that lived on this planet, and another unnamed survivor accidentally killed by Zeke before that.

With a quick glance backwards to see just how far back Riddick was behind you (a movement that definitely caught his attention even from that distance), you hurried forward just a few steps more. You definitely didn't want to die, and right then, keeping yourself as far away from a definite killer would almost-certainly increase your chances of staying alive.

Continue reading (B) if you feel that Riddick has more depth than he shows

"I think he's an interesting fellow," you said quietly to the teenager. At Jack's surprised look, you had to laugh lightly. "I said 'interesting'; not that he is safe."

"At least interesting isn't boring, you know? Which is what everyone else is."

You were about to reply when the noise of a boot digging sharply into the loose sand caught your attention and you turned. Fry and Imam had stopped, looking back at Paris who jogged away from the rest and then fell to his knees, grabbing at something the same time Riddick had hold of whatever that same thing was.

There were a few seconds of pausing before Paris and Riddick rose.

From that distance, you couldn't hear what was said, but then you saw Riddick shake Paris's hand, before downing an entire? bottle of booze. Ah, so that's what Paris dropped.

Whatever it was, your prolonged staring had the effect of Riddick lowering his head after that drink and looking straight back at you. A slow smile appeared on his face as he tipped the now-empty bottle in your direction, almost a toast with the ghost of now-drunk booze.

You allowed yourself to smile back and resumed your march. But you slowed down enough to join Fry and Imam who were now immediately behind you.

Maybe the best way to survive this fucked up, godforsaken place and those predators that had already taken Zeke was to stick to another dangerous predator. Maybe that was the best way to make sure your ass had a seat on that abandoned ship off this planet.

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primitiveside · 2 days

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#imagine him - before becoming a criminal social pariah as punishment for being a whistleblower -#riddick having an ounce of semi decent social skills...#n before all the questionable prison surgeries of course #it ain't me you gotta worry about. 「 self 」#also a man with an earring is too powerful and i can easily make this canon with something terrible like a cattletag-like gift from a priso #shoutout to rowan for implanting that thought into my brain (:< for evil

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 years

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A little bit of self indulgence this Monday.

ʚ Pairing: Commander Vaako x Fem reader

ʚ Summary: After helping the Lord Marshall conquer yet another planet, Count Vaako goes in search of something to keep, of someone he killed. What will his search reward him with?

You keep what you kill. That is the Necromonger way. That was what was taught to Andromedus Vaako when he converted, and he made great use of it, amassing ranks and wealth in no time.

Ten years had passed since the day of his marking, and Vaako was now the youngest commander in the armada. He thought he had everything, until an impertinent breeder on New Terra dared to challenge him to one-on-one combat.

The Lord Marshall watched, as did everyone else. Vaako wasted no time, easily dispatching his adversary with no harm to his own person. He dusted himself off and turned to his men.

“Most impressive,” the Lord Marshal said as he made his way to his most promising officer, picking up the dagger the challenger had dropped. “And I believe this is yours now?”

Another dagger. Vaako eyed the blade with barely disguised contempt. “Another knife for my collection.” He said. “I am running out of room for them all.”

The blade in itself was hardly noteworthy, with nothing special to set it apart from the others. “Indeed. Perhaps something else would suit.”

The Lord Marshal looked at the crowd that had gathered. “Who is this man? Where does he come from?”

The locals looked around, mumbling, wondering who should talk.

“He is Prince Irubaan, sire,” someone called out from within the crowd. “He has a palace by the lake.”

That piqued Vaako’s interest. “A palace by the lake?” The Lord Marshal mused. “Perhaps there you will find something more to your liking?”

“Indeed,” said Vaako. Given that it would take several days for the inhabitants to be converted, Vaako had plenty of time. “I will have Toal keep you updated on any developments,” said the Lord Marshal, as he was eager to inspect the new planet that had been conquered. “Good luck.”

---*✧*---

The palace was breathtaking, as were the lands it sat on.

"The Prince may have been a poor fighter," said Vaako to his men. "But he certainly had good taste." They all nodded in agreement.

Had he been anything but a Necromonger, Vaako would have settled here as the new Lord. Still, the anticipation of new discovery proved to be too much and Vaako marched inside, only to find himself being greeted by a small battalion of servants. Clearly, word of the Prince’s passing had reached their ears. Vaako stood by the entrance while they all bowed.

"I will expect all of you to convert by the time we leave this place," he said. "And I will expect all of you to bear the mark of conversion."

The servants bowed once more before rushing about their duties. Vaako walked around, taking in everything before him, silently earmarking certain pieces to be given as tribute, for his Lord Marshal would expect no less.

While he was walking around, making his way to the second floor, you rushed out upon hearing the commotion downstairs.

"Come to collect your loot already?" you ask in a huff.

Vaako stood there, stunned. "If you mean did I come here to claim what is now rightfully mine, then yes, I have. And you are?"

"Princess y/n. I am, or was, Prince Irubaan’s wife."

"Commander Andromedus Vaako." Your lack of sorrow aroused his interest. "You are not in mourning for your husband?"

"I will not shed my tears for such a dreadful man," you snort as you study him quietly. The strange armour, oddly enough, suited him, as did the battle-hardened face. A very handsome, battle-hardened face, with kindly eyes. Odd, given he was one of them. "Are you the one that sent him off to the ether?"

Vaako looked at his chief lieutenant, utterly confused. "They believe souls go to this place of eternal rest," came the whisper. "They call it the ether."

The Underverse Vaako had seen evidence of, but the ether? "The Lord Marshal was right, they truly are a strange people," he whispered back before answering you. "Yes. I did indeed send your husband to the… ether."

"Hmph," you never look away or down, instead choosing to look him in the eyes. "I suppose you and your men would be staying for dinner?"

Your lack of fear only served to make him even more interested. Vaako was an invader, part of an army that destroyed millions of lives and reduced entire worlds to dust, and yet you talk to him like he was just another guest. No one had done that before.

And he was rather hungry.

"Yes," he said, never taking his eyes off of you. "We will be staying for dinner." ---*✧*---

While dinner was simple, conversation with the commander was not. "So your Lord Marshal is a holy half-dead?" you ask over your wine. "How is that even possible?"

"He had to travel to the Underverse itself," Vaako and the rest started on their food. "It is part of a test all Lord Marshalls must undergo, to prove themselves worthy of the title."

"I have heard of this Underverse," you say with a raised eyebrow. "I also hear your kind does not reproduce? Does this mean relations between mated pairs are prohibited? I mean, it would be a great pity to go to all that trouble of converting, only to spend the rest of your days in forced celibacy."

Vaako was more intrigued than offended by your free way of speaking. "Do not let the Lord Marshal catch you talking like that."

"And yes," Vaako continued. "Propagating the species is forbidden to us," he said archly. "However, physical relations are not."

"That is good then, for the life of a convert would have been one of abject misery otherwise."

"That impertinence of yours will get you into trouble one day."

"So my late husband kept telling me," you retort.

"Your late husband might not have wanted you to say something foolish." Vaako found himself more interested in talking to you and less interested in his food.

"And yet he was the one challenging a high ranking Necromonger to one-on-one combat. So who is the fool here?"

You were rewarded with a slight twitch in his lips. The others looked on, wondering what was going on.

"Him, most certainly."

"Indeed," you say, nodding and returning to your meal. "Speaking of your race, I also hear you keep what you kill? All of what you kill?"

"Indeed," Vaako said, growing oblivious to everything around him now.

"Even a fallen challenger’s spouse?" you asked nonchalantly, your pulse raising by the way he was looking at you, as if the the others did not exist to him. Even your late husband would never look at you that way.

Vaako, upon remembering there were others present, dismissed his men and the servants, leaving only the two of you at the table. "Yes, but only if the widow desires it, and only if the Necromonger is unattached."

Interesting, you think to yourself. "So no force?"

"Even we do not believe in force," Vaako said as he looked you over his goblet. "Not in such a delicate matter."

You simply smile and go back to finishing your meal, while a pair of rich brown eyes watch you the entire time.

---*✧*---

You take Vaako to his new rooms. "These are yours now."

He looked around, taking in the ambiance, the lack of anything feminine. Clearly only one person slept here. “These are not yours as well?”

“No. My rooms are in the other corner of the floor.”

The husband slept in one corner of the house while the wife slept in another corner. “Strange sort of marriage you had.”

You shrug and look around. “I simply made the most of my situation. Do you need anything else?”

“Yes,” The bed looked too big, and he wanted someone to talk to. “I would like it if you stayed here, and kept me company.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I would like for you stay here,” he repeated his words as he looked out the window, to the fields and valleys beyond. In a week, everything would be reduced to dust and ash, and he almost felt sorry for it. “And keep me company. Nothing more, I assure you.”

You raise your eyebrows and cross your arms. “Nothing more you say? You just want my company, you say?”

He smirked this time. “If you had to be around the lot I came with, you would understand.”

That gave you pause, for some of the others he came with were indeed dull. “Very well. I will change for the night and join you.”

---*✧*---

Vaako looked on with barely disguised amusement when you set up a line of pillows down the middle of the bed. “And these are for your protection? or Mine?” he said while watching you, taking in how your shift clung to you as you moved. “Or is this yet another odd custom of your world?”

“They are for my protection,” you say, although you find yourself regretting setting up the barrier. “If you get too close in the middle of the night I can bash you on the head with one.”

“Then perhaps I should have kept a panic button with me, so my men can save me from being drowned in goose feathers.”

His chuckle was echoed by yours. “Just stay to your side, please.”

“Fine,” he got into his side of the bed, while you get into your side.

You make yourself comfortable, while listening to the sounds of him settling in. “For how long will your Lord Marshall stay here?”

“A week, maybe a little more, if he hesitates in destroying your world,” Vaako said, as he looked up into the ceiling.

“A week, maybe a little more before this world is turned to ash?” You ask, shocked by the revelation.

“We do not tarry unless necessary,” Vaako could pick up the scent of roses filling the air. He found it was coming off of you. It appealed to him. “And we rarely tarry.”

“Never settling down, always on the move? A bit sad, no?”

“That is our way,” said Vaako, confused now as to what he was feeling. Why was he suddenly questioning what he was taught?

“Strange,” you say. “But I suppose I must accept, since I too will have to follow it now.”

Vaako went silent, only to look up when he heard steel panels moving. “What are you doing?”

“Looking at the night sky of my home-world, I will not see it again when I leave.”

You had opened up the skylights revealing a night sky dotted with a million stars. “Oh,” Vaako sounded relieved. “You wanted to just see the night sky?”

Did he think you were trying to attack him? “Yes, commander. I just wanted to see the night sky. If I wanted to attack you, you would not even know.”

He propped himself onto an elbow. “Oh really? This I would dearly love to see.”

A pillow hit him with a soft thud. “There,” you grin in the darkness. “Satisfied?”

Vaako grit his teeth. “That I was not prepared for,” he said. “Next time I will-- stop that!”

Another pillow, another soft hit. You were giggling now. “You challenged me! If you did not want to--”

The pillow striking you resulted in a pillow fight. “Get back here!” Vaako commanded as you shot out of bed, pillow in hand. “I am the commander and I order you to--”

You took off after playfully throwing the pillow at him. “Make me!” you cry as you run. Vaako straightened himself and chased you, all the while wondering why he enjoyed it so much.

He catches you just before you make it to the door. “That was uncalled for!”

“But you challenged me,” you giggle. “Let go of me.”

“Or what?” He refused to yield. “What will you do to make me let...”

---*✧*---

Your kiss caught him by surprise.

Vaako wanted to pull away but could not bring himself to do so. “Wha--”

His eyes looked down on you in shock. “Have you never been kissed?”

He brushed your hair back, marveling at how soft it felt. “Never.”

“That is too bad,” you murmur and pull away, only to find yourself being pulled back when Vaako drew you in for a kiss.

It felt awkward, clumsy. Vaako did not know what to do. “Sorry,” he mumbled as his nose kept bumping into yours. You grin, and place your hands against his cheeks. “Keep still.”

This time it was soft, hesitant. His lips brushed against yours, gently at first, his hands resting on your waist before his arms went around you completely. Vaako had never experienced anything like this before. Not the golden light that lit up behind his eyes, nor the heat that swelled up in his belly. His grip tightened like a vice, his moan as you melted against him was like music to your ears.

“Yes?” he mumbled as his kisses skimmed your neck, his body pressing up against yours when you grabbed onto his hair. This time you pull him up and bring your lips to his. “Please,” you breath. In one swift move, Vaako lifted you up and carried you to bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, with you straddling his lap.

"You have no experience at all?" You ask as you undo the lace ties on his tunic.

"None," Vaako kept still, his hands on your waist, his temple resting on yours. How wondrous, he thought, that the simple act of you undressing him was enough to make him go weak in the knees, how your very touch was enough to make his breath go ragged. "Perhaps... Perhaps you can teach me."

Perhaps you could. You slip the tunic off of him, your eyes resting on the hardened muscles they hid. How they fluttered beneath your touch. "So warm," he breathed.

Soft, warm palms drifted over the surface, fingers tracing lines over old scars, little imperfections on the skin. "Did these hurt?"

"They did," Vaako could feel his breath deepen when your hands neared his abdomen. "But not anymore..."

The barely audible curse stopped you cold. "Please," Vaako takes your hand into his, noting how it fitted perfectly with his. "Do not stop."

Feeling bolder now, you run your hands lower, to between his thighs. Vaako's eyes fluttered as you run a palm over his already erect cock. It felt good. So very good. Vaako fell back into bed, his hands on your waist, his eyes on yours as your hands rested on the top of his trousers. "Yes?" You ask.

He guides your hands to where he wants them to go. "Please."

The lacings were undone, and the deep, strangled moan you hear on that first stroke was intoxicating. Vaako simply surrendered body and soul to you. Surrendered himself to the current that wanted to sweep him away. Nothing in all of his life compared to this. Nothing in all the realms could compare to what you were making him feel, from the desire to wanting to lust. He savoured them all, hoping against all hope that he could experience everything with you, again and again, and again. His hands drifted all over you, gliding up your arms, all over your belly, caressing your breasts. His eyes locked with yours when he heard your breath catch, his arms manoeuvring you so he could be on top of you.

Vaako's full weight coming to rest on top of you caused a sigh to rise from your toes. Nervous hands tugged on the hem of your night-dress, pulling them over your outstretched arms and tossing them to the ground, leaving you exposed.

Vaako took in every inch of you, his eyes feasting on every part of your body. "You're beautiful, y/n. So beautiful."

Unable to help himself, Vaako lowered his head, his lips barely grazing over the soft swell of your breasts. Your skin felt so soft and fragrant that he grew bolder, gently nipping and sucking on an already taut nipple, while callused fingers played with the other. You cry out softly, your fingers bunching up in his hair, urging him to take as much as you gave until you pull him back up to crush your lips on his. His mouth felt so warm, his lips so soft, his tongue running against your lips, seeking entry. Arms pulling you up made you yield and you whimper into his kisses while his tongue flicked against yours. How a battle-hardened warrior could be so tender, you muse, as those sturdy arms now hold you like you were made out of fragile glass. So gentle he was, running his fingers up your spine, his kisses fluttering over your skin making you grow slick and hot.

Vaako felt you, all of you. How you whimpered when his teeth grazed your skin, how your breath would suddenly pull in deep whenever he squeezed your breasts, your fingers raking over his skin as lust overwhelmed you, and him. Grinding his hips into you convinced Vaako to take the next step and he went in slowly, moaning as he felt you sheath him with every inch he took. He stopped, wanting to make sure this was still what you wanted. Eyes darkened with lust greeted yours, while your own body was screaming for him to go on. "Do not stop," you press your lips against his as he pushed in deeper, going slow on that first thrust.

His moans match yours with each passing second, his cock going in deeper and deeper, bringing the both of you closer to the edge. Vaako would let out strings of curses whenever he felt your walls tighten around him, or your nails raked down his back. He would slow down at your urging, then pick up the pace again, his heart racing with every thrust, his body melting into yours as you kept crying out for him, his kisses finally drowning you out as his body gave you your release, his own following with a grunt and a final thrust when he felt himself empty inside of you.

The two of you cling to each other, exhausted and satisfied. Vaako gently eased you back into bed, taking you with him when he rested on his side. A palm resting on his heaving chest made him open his eyes, and he smiled when his gaze rested on you. You grow anxious as this could very well be the only time you have with him. He might lose interest or be expected to be with someone else. It would hurt too much, to see him with another. "What troubles you, y/n?"

He cupped your cheek gently, leaving little kisses as he held you closer. "Y/n, please tell me what troubles you."

You sigh but talk all the same. Better now than never. "What happened between us... Will I have to forget about it, about you, when I go onto that ship?"

He was stunned. Why would you ask such a thing after what the two of you shared? "No. Remember the motto of my people?"

"You keep what you kill." And Vaako killed your husband in honourable combat. That meant you were his.

"I keep what I kill," eyes filled with hope looked into yours. "And I want to keep you by my side, always."

It was your turn to grow stunned. "What?"

He kissed you again, this time with tenderness instead of passion. "Stay with me," he said. "Be mine. Be my lady. What do you say?"

You look up at him, certs in of your answer now. Your place was by his side, and no one else's. "Yes. I will be yours. From now till Underverse come."

Vaako broke out into the biggest smile you had ever seen. He kissed you again, watching you as you fell asleep. When he fell asleep it was with you in his arms and a smile on his face.

#count vaako #riddick #chronicles of riddick #count vaako x reader #vaako x reader #fanfiction #creative writing #writing #writeblr #imagines #goodnight #karl urban fanfic #karl urban x reader

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saisons-en-enfer · 6 months

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it makes me so unbelievably sad that Lance Riddick was not alive to act as Warlin Door in Alan Wake 2, essentially connecting all universes as I'm certain Warlin is a stand-in for Martin Hatch

#david harewood did an astounding job though #i just imagine lance riddick dancing to herald of darkness instead of david and i get sad :/#also martin hatch was THE ONLY cool thing about quantum break

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annwayne · 20 days

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The WIP game looks fun, the Oc x Rikkick isekai fic looks fun, but I'm also really interested by Alice in Atlantis.

I'll take any opportunity to talk about my wips bc lord knows I'm far from posting them 🥲

The oc x riddick isekai is suchhh a fun fic and probably my saddest? bittersweet, I'll say. but I love it sooo much. Very general summary-Ares is a regular person living in a regular world, until one night they wake up from a very vivid dream with marks that match how they died in their dream. Also, that dream world is a movie they are obsessed with called Pitch Black.

Alice in Atlantis is my SGA long fic, and actually the second fic since I've started writing fic again (around 2022?). Alice is a human scientist who's been with the Atlantis expedition since the beginning. When an alliance between Atlantis and Todd the Wraith forms, she's the scientist tasked with working with Todd to find a gene therapy that'll allow Wraith to eat regular food. This is that story. (and its a ship fic between Todd and Alice, if that wasn't clear lol)

oc x Riddick isekai:

“I don’t blame you.” I broke the silence of us sitting on the ridge overlooking the desolate camp. “What’s that now?” Riddick scraped off that black goo he used to shave his head into a bucket. A beat passed between us as I stared out at the multiple suns in the sky. “I’ve spent a long time thinking about why you’ll do what you do.” He glanced my way. “It never made sense to me, especially with how much you stick up for Jack. I don’t think I could even imagine thinking how you do. I don’t think I’m supposed to.” He scraped another line of goo from his scalp. “It’ll happen again.” From my peripheral vision I saw Riddick lift his head to look at me. He didn't need to ask what I was talking about. I kept looking forward. “Considering what’s coming, I’m not sure if I’ll come back.” “What’s coming?” He asked, voice steady and serious. Everyone else thought me insane or cursed, but Riddick listened. Didn’t mean he always believed me, but he was smart enough to listen. “A blood bath.” I answered, finally meeting my own eyes via the reflection of Riddick’s goggles. “You’ll run.” His head tilted back. “I don’t run.” “You’ll want to.” A sigh slipped from me. “But that’s what I wanna talk about–I want you to know, no matter what happens to me, I don’t blame you because I know you’ll do the right thing when it matters.” He sat, taking everything in perhaps. “That’ll be the first time you’ve been wrong, little girl.”

Alice in Atlantis:

"Ugh, you should have seen me, Teyla. I was a disaster in the lab." "I'm sure it was not as bad as you think it, Alice." Ronon’s eyes flickered with curiosity. A sly grin grew as he asked, "What happened?" The doctor pulled back the lid on her fruit cup and in one swift movement knocked back the contents of the plastic cup as if it were a shot. A habit from childhood. After wiping off the stray juice on her lips, Dr. Tucker answered. "I was focused, in the zone. Completely forgot where I was and who I was with. After I ran the simulation the whole program flashed errors at me and I swore at the computer." "I've heard Rodney threaten to rip apart a computer's mother before." The muscular man bit into his apple. Teyla gestured towards the full bottle of water on Alice's plate. "That's not all." Dr. Tucker grabbed the bottle, following Teyla's urging. After taking a long gulp she continued. "I guess Todd was curious. Hell, I'd be too. It was the first words I'd spoken since we started." Ronon sat up and rested his elbows on the table. He crossed his arms and tilted his head while listening. Teyla finished off the last of her mashed potatoes as Alice continued. "He came over to check my work, only I didn't notice. So next thing I know, a Wraith is leaning over my shoulder and pointing out my mistake." Between words Dr. Tucker forgot about her lack of appetite and started shoveling down her meal. "I nearly fell off my stool and then couldn't say a word without shaking. It was pathetic." Ronon chuckled quietly and Teyla threw a glare at him. "Alice, you have never encountered the Wraith in person before. It is sensible to react fearfully." "Sensible, but not strong." "So get stronger." Ronon lifted a hand the doctor's way. After a blank expression from her, the Satedan continued. "I've been giving Dr. Keller lessons. You could join us."

#these two fics are like #really special to me #I care about all my fics obviously #but like these two are high up #idk how to explain it #they are my babies so I gave very long snips lol #in the sga one teyla is making sure alice eats lol #alice is bad at eating when she's stressed lol #also the riddick one is such a tender moment I wanna expand on #its not fully editied but I just love it so mucchhh #ask game #sga #riddick #wip game

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letstalktea · 1 year

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Contents: M!OC x M!OC, vampires, oral sex, cockwarming,

Lachlan Riddick belongs to @inkyquince

Dread was an expert at being on his knees. 200+ years of attending church along with just as many years seducing who knew how many kine so he could gobble them up had taught him the skill well. If he were a lesser man with only one mortals worth of experience, he may have given up on his task by now, but Dread was disciplined and patient and-

Losing his absolute mind!

His mouth was full of his favorite cock – the biggest, fastest, juiciest one he'd ever seen in his 200 years – and he was stuck nursing the beautiful thing rather than worshipping it because his precious Lala wouldn't give in and just fuck his mouth already. It was a cruel joke that he could be nearly choking on the thing – or, he would be if he could choke – and still not be able to enjoy it fully. But he supposed this was retribution for his own stupid idea.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” Dread said as he pushed a strand of hair behind his ear and undid Lachlan’s torn jeans enough to free his massive, heavy cock. He smiled mischievously as he kissed the bulbous head of Lachlan’s cock. Once, twice, then a quick lick along the veins that ran through the length of his shaft. “It’s not fair.”

Ignoring the small Lasombra for any amount of time was unfair by his standards. Lala could spoil him every moment of the day and it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the part of him that demanded to be adored.

Lachlan looked down at him with a toothy grin and eyes like fog that Dread could get lost in over and over again. “Do what you gotta do.”

Dread returned Lala’s look with a cocky smirk and a wink. “Bet you won’t be able to ignore me anymore after this~”

Then, he parted his black tinted lips wide and wrapped them around Lala's thick cock head, swallowing him down deep into the back of his throat and waiting for Lala to admit defeat to his well-trained mouth.

That was a long time ago though. If Dread could tell time, he would probably even be able to say just how obnoxiously long he had been on his knees while mindlessly drooling around the cock. Goodness knows he was painfully hard just imagining when Lala would finally snap and fuck his throat raw.

His pale icy eyes looked up at Lala, trying to see how close he was to cracking. Based on the knowing, arrogant grin staring down at him through strings of flesh, the answer was not at all.

"You gonna give up, sugar tits?"

Dread's brows knitted together.

"Hey, I'm loving you slobbering all over my dick. I ain't gonna stop you from sucking on it."

That sounded really good right now; sucking on Lala's dick like it was an ice pop in summer (not that Dread knew what it was like to actually eat an ice pop, but the vivid image in his head of licking and sucking and deepthroating such a task treat was a familiar one all the same). The thought left him squirming where he kneeled, hips rolling against the air in a futile attempt to get any kind of friction.

The humiliation and frustration of their stand-off was made worse when he imagined how many kine must have been watching both of them with lust in their eyes; the same that were hollering for him to start the real show already. He didn't mind an audience, but a part of him was twitching to tell them to fuck off and stop staring at his Lala – his Lala who was handsome enough to make any whore (read: Dread) drop their panties with just a look and absolutely vile enough to leave those same whores little better than the fleshlights he went through so easily.

His head began to spin, filled with thoughts of how brutally Lachlan would tear up his throat the moment he snapped. He'd shove that monster so violently down his throat that it would choke him. Lala would pump his stomach full of hot, thick cum then pick him up and use his tight hole whatever way he wanted after all his teasing and that… that was a hot thought.

Dread was the one who finally gave in.

He didn't bother to hide or disguise the disgustingly wet, sloppy sounds that filled the air as he began to bob his head over Lala's length. His tongue hungrily slumped at the stream of veins that ran across Lala's cock, moaning deep in his throat at the taste he loved so dearly and hoping that Lala could feel how deep his perverse desire to be fucked stupid ran.

As Dread began to pull back, he felt two fists ball in his hair.

His gaze trailed upward – past the hem of Lachlan's old tank top, over the shiny golden piercings that littered his collar bone, ignoring the mouth and melting lips he wanted to so badly devour with his own – until his cool blue eyes were locked on the cloudy ones staring back down at him, hungry and eager.

Lala's fangs glistened through his flaps of skin and something twisted around inside of Dread and made him melt.

“Ya done fuckin’ around, sugar tits?”

Dread was back to humping the air, silently begging for what he knew came next.

Lachlan’s fists tightened in the smaller kindred’s long black hair and pushed him forward until his nose was pressed against the curly hairs that grew across his pelvis. He was gonna fucking enjoy ruining his throat after putting up with that bullshit teasing for so long.

Lachlan loved a whore that knew how to use their mouth – or any hole, really – but tolerating Dread’s tantrum was a way to test him. Cockwarming was fun as shit, especially when the hole holding onto his dick was nice and warm, but he didn't want to hold back; he wanted to fuck that face that looked up at him so adoringly and twist it round until is was a mess for him.

He pulled back on Dread's hair, slowly pulling the man off his cock before violently shoving him forward again while thrusting his hips into the wet mouth that was now sucking at him so eagerly.

The whines and whimpers that vibrated around his cock begged for more, for something rougher and less caring and aggressive. Dread wanted Lala right now, however he would have him.

"Get it sloppy, pretty boy.” Because as soon as Dread was done, Lachlan was going to yank him off and fuck his ass so hard it would jumpstart his heart back to life.

#h2ho #a cool drink of water #dread the lasombra #lachlan the nosferatu #talking oc #tw cockwarming

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He felt her body tighten and slid his fingers back inside of her, careful not to hurt her, not to slide to far. Making her feel only the pleasure, the fullness of sharing her body with someone else, with him. Unable to hold it no more she shattered against his hand and cried as her body jerked and liquid flooded his hand.

Giving her seconds to gather herself he took a quick taste of her and could no longer wait for fear of loosing what control he had over the beast. He stroked her again and moved himself between her legs. He gently pushed her more open to accommodate his size and looked up to see her watching him.

He looked down at the bare mound now glistening and growled. As the wetness touched the very head of his cock and he scooted himself a little closer to her. He positioned the head at her opening and watched as it became lost within her lips.

She glanced down at his penis as he probed her opening and felt panic take hold. There was no way that would fit inside of her. "Riddick, it's too big."

He chuckled while thinking it wasnt to big infact it'd be just right. He pushed forward slowly, parting her lips with the purple head of his dick and then he begin to feel her heat surround him. Riddick moaned gruffly and took the time to breathe through the urge to bottom out. She had relaxed again, opening herself up for him and he slid in another inch and found himself butted up against her virginal membrane.

Her eyes became huge as she looked up at him. She was scared, she knew this was it ,he could see her pulse racing in her neck, or was that excitement? A little of both. Riddick leaned down and caught her lips with his, grunted and pushed his full 10 inches to the hilt.

She could'nt help but scream against his lips and Riddick loved the taste of it. She trembled agianst him and he loved the feel of it and she gripped him and he loved the elation of it.

She found herself in a panic the pain was searing and she felt as if Riddick had ripped her in two, as if he were still ripping her. There was too much. It was all too much she didnt know how to calm herself, it burned and throbbed and she could feel his thickness pulsing inside of her. trying for some releaf she involuntarily arched her back and took him deeper, if that were possible. She found herself baring down with the need to push him out but all it did was make him slide back in once she stopped.

Riddick cursed and moaned. The feel of her under him, writhing as she was, was driving him to the brink of his control. "Her name he rasped, his eyes and jaw clenched shut, "Stop moving." She went still and he sighed and drew in a few deep breaths.

"I'm sorry," she whispered on a sob, "I didn't mean too, I don't know what to do, and now im crying I dont cry, Riddick, I didnt mean to be bad at this?."

He smiled at that at the doubt she as strong as she was had found in herself and opened his eyes to her. She was taken back by the playful look that shown in them. "You're doing just fine baby, and your not bad at it were not even near finished yet." he kissed the corner of her mouth and moved his hips slightly, testing the waters to see how she'd react, to see how bad she still hurt. She inhaled sharply as fire streaked through her body.

Riddick watched her body heat up, the blush undeniable even with his shinned eyes. "You liked that." It was a statement and he slid in again, this time a little deeper. She arched her head back, baring her throat to him and he almost came right there. She had no idea what that did to his inner beast but his control was quickly slipping again.

"Wrap your legs around my hips," he demanded and began to pump more briskly into her. "Tell me how it feels," he whispered against the soft skin of her neck, agianst his mark.

"I don't know how," she replied. It was the truth. She was beyond words. She never imagined it would feel like this to be with him to feel him within her. The pleasure. The tastes and sounds and touches, memories she never wanted to forget. Riddick snapped his hips forward and she cried out and her channel gripped him like a fist.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he groaned and knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He wanted to make her cum again so she knew what it felt like to shatter with someone, while they were within you. The strength of that was amazing and he wanted to share that with her.

He never came with the whores he would find him self with when he would reach the point of needing that sort of releaf. He would always wait till they were done and then fuck them as hard as he could to blow his load. When he was younger and stupid, no even then.

Riddick let his hand slip between them and he teased her clit with his thumb. He felt her walls starting to convulse around him, he stroked her again, once, twice. She clutched him and drew back into herself.

Then they exploded together.

And as she arched her neck to him the beast within took the lead in reopening his mark in truly claiming his mate, making her his and his alone.

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writingkeepsmewhole · 5 months

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It ain’t me you gotta worry about

This is part 6 of Snow In The Dark. Been a while I know but hope you like anyway.

Part Summary: Snow gets saved by an unexpeacted friend.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language. Mentions of abuse.

Part 1 Part 5

Let me know if you want to be tagged :P : @here4thespice @amarokofficial @backseat-serenade-dizzyhurricane

As soon as we reach the ship I can’t help but notice the shadow moving on the ground. Looking up I see large spirals coming over the horizon. Iman’s boys take off running into the ship for Carolyn.

“Crap.” I say looking at it knowing the eclipse was starting.

It doesn't take long for everyone to decide that we have to get off the planet as soon as possible. Sharon getting the doom buggie up and running it definitely going to help us get the rest of the power cells back to the ship. They were heavy and would take hours to carry from the crash site. Hours we didn't have. The buggie was solar powered.

I hadn't seen Riddick or Johns since my "chat" with Johns. Something I was happy and nervous about.

Happy because the more I was away from Johns the better and nervous because I didn't know how Riddick would react.

I knew I was nothing to him, just something to pass the time with or entertain himself for the time being but something told me he wouldn't be pleased with my new found bruises.

Just a gut feeling that he would be upset.

We all climbed into the sand cat quickly, a twisted thought that we all wouldn’t fit if the people who had died were still alive.

“Where’s Riddick?” Jack yells, making me look at her.

She was right, him and Johns was still MIA.

“Leave him.” Paris says, shocking me. Making me wonder if he would say that about any of the rest of us.

“He wouldn’t wait for us.” He says just as Riddick jumps from the roof of a nearby building. Him landing right behind Paris.

“I thought we lost you.” Paris says nervous, making me roll my eyes.

I can’t stop the small smile as he quickly sits down. It’s wiped from my face when Riddick tilts his head towards me.

I knew what he saw. We all did, it was kinda hard to miss. He moves closer to me, standing next to where I am sitting.

“Johns!” Sharon yells, and starts to drive forward slowly.

I kinda hoped she would leave him, but he quickly comes out of the building. Him starting to climb on the buggie. Riddick surprised me by helping him up.

Him holding him on the edge for a second. I realize in that moment that he knows. Riddick knows what happened to me. Or rather who did this to me.

It wasn’t even an hour ago when he threatened to kill Johns for busting my lip. Now I had his literal finger prints on my jaw. I didn’t know what would happen but I knew this wasn’t going to end well.

Riddick only held him there for a moment, staring at him but it felt much longer. My stomach twisting in knots watching the interaction between them.

Riddick helps him on the sand cat then turns around.

He settles himself next to me. Glancing up at him he looked angry. Everything on him was tense. As if he was daring anyone to look at him wrong.

We rode quickly towards the crash site. The impending eclipse is right behind us.

Jack looks over at Riddick, pulling her found broken goggles over her eyes.

I didn't even get a chance to smile at how cute she was being. Riddick pointed behind her to the very large bone hanging ready to knock off anyone who was standing up.

Jack quickly ducks down out of the way. I don't bother moving, already sitting down so I wasn't expecting when Riddick's large hand was placed on my back pushing me down as he squatted out of the way.

I realized I wasn't out of the way like I thought the bone was only a few inches from the top of my head.

We all sit back up only under the ribcage of the animal for a minute.

I checked on Jack with my eyes, she was fine. My next thought is Riddick.

When did I start caring about him I'll never know.

He glances down at me then looks straight ahead once again.

We reach the crash ship quickly, all of us climbing off, except Sharon, and the kids.

I rush into the crash ship seeing where I can help.

I stop seeing Riddick and John's packing power cells. Riddick packing two at a time. Despite them weighing almost eighty pounds.

I was definitely impressed. Hearing Jack call for me I quickly rush back out just to watch a plant rise from the sky. I block out the sun as everything around us goes black.

Darkness settles around us along with the silence. At first that’s all there is silence, dead silence.

Then I hear it. A chirping that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Looking in the distance I watch a black cloud rise, the noise growing louder.

The creatures twisting around each other. It almost reminds me of a dance.

“Beautiful.” Riddick says, his voice closer to me then what I expected.

I look over my shoulder seeing the winging beast take to the sky. The sound of them settling around us, it makes me feel on edge.

“Get back to the ship.” Carolyn says, then yells, her along with the others rushing towards the ship as the monsters start rushing towards us. It felt like they would swoop down and snatch me up any moment.

Adrenaline shoots through me, rushing up my neck, waking my mind up. Telling my body to move. Now. My legs move on their own. The survival instinct makes my limbs pump faster.

I turn ready to sprint to the door, seeing Jack ahead of me I know she is fine. Not looking back, I focused on running. Getting to the ship. Living.

When I feel something hard slam into my back I fall forward, smacking into the ground. The air in my lungs gets knocked out of me.

A heavy weight is laying on me. The hot breath of another person fanning over my ear. Fingers wrapped around the back of my neck.

“Don’t move.” His deep voice says, the sound resonating deep in my stomach.

I feel the rush of air as the swarm of creatures fly over us. Missing us by inches and flying back into the sky.

It’s quiet for just a moment. Just long enough to make you want to stand up. I couldn’t if I wanted to. Riddick’s large frame keeps me in place. I had no intention of moving. The itch in the back of my mind telling me it wasn’t safe yet.

I hear Jack yell at Shazza to stay down. Riddick flips off me to land on his back next to me as another woosh of wings fly over us.

Laying flat on my stomach, my face looking to the left. I watch him lay perfectly still. Like death wasn’t inches from us.

I take a deep breath through my nose, the smell of Riddick mixed with earth fills my nose. Claiming me.

The sound of Shazza’s screams reach us. The creatures fighting over her torn in half body flying off.

Riddck stands up, reminding me of a cat the way he moves. Him looking to both his left and his right before dusting his hands off and offering me one.

The gesture snaps me out of my daze. Pushing myself up to my knees I take his broad hand and let him pull me up with ease.

He drops my hand as soon as I'm standing and starts walking towards the crashed ship like he knew I would follow him.

I do follow him, kinda shocked he just saved my life. I thought he was the monster on the ship.

“Please, I really think we should go inside.” Paris says pulling Jack with him.

He must have held her from going to Shazza. I feel a bitter coil of jealousy in my stomach realizing she didn’t scream for me once.

“Come on, let's go.” He says, just as me and Riddick reach the ship. Carolyn looked in shock and like she was going to puke.

The hairs on my neck bristle up hearing another round of screeching. The three of us turned to look in the distance.

I take a breath hearing more rocks crumble, telling me more creatures are coming.

“What is it RIddick?” Carolyn asks, as Riddick takes his goggles off.

“What is it now?”

“Like I said it ain’t me you gotta worry about.” He says, as another flock of monsters rush towards us.

#pitch black fanfic #pitch black fic #pitch black #riddick #chronicles of riddick #riddick x reader #riddick fanfiction #richard b riddick #pitch black riddick #riddick x you #riddick x oc #riddick imagine #snow in the dark

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