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IAD Hero Power Rankings: 14...?

In the home stretch!!!

I actually read not one, but two books in rapid succession (one was a novella but whatever) and I'm adding threeee heroes because while Sweet Ruin was Rune/Josie, Shadow's Seduction was the first IAD book with a queer love story--Caspion/Mirceo.

And I wasn't sure how to rank them, because they're not like... competing against each other, and their story is obviously intertwined. Ultimately, I'm ranking them because I liked one a little bit more than the other, BUT!!! They'll be close together. As they are in the story. Just railing each other after orgies. Like best friends do.

Also, RUNE. Poor traumatized sweet baby assassin rune.

Lothaire Daciano, the Enemy of Old, vampire, Lothaire

Pros:

–well you can’t say he isn’t goal-oriented

–takes kids trick or treating

–does not support rape or child murder; and he actually likes dogs a lot!

–“ELIZABETH. WITH MY COMPLIMENTS. YOU WILL NEVER GET YOUR CLAWS INTO ANOTHER ONE OF MINE. ROT IN HELL. L.” he says as he tries to make a point when sending her his Heart in a Box ™, failing to make that point because it’s clear that he’s just sitting in his murder castle listening to teardrops on my guitar on repeat

–listen between the tittyfucking and the “let me drink my heroine’s virgin’s blood after I very literally pop her cherry” moment, you can’t call him boring

–actually hilarious, basically just a very scary vampire with a to-do list punting decapitated heads around like they’re soccer balls

–just did some shifter beheadings!!! it not like he goes around cockslapping gnomes!!!!

–loves a couch sex moment

Cons:

–does support murdering everyone else if need be, casting out innocent souls to achieve his aims, unleashing untold evil, trench coats, biting unwilling people and being like “look if it gets weird go with it”

–clinically insane

–will forget someone he was talking to like half an hour ago because he’s lost all concept of time and space, will talk to himself during sex to be like “DON’T KILL HER @ me!!!”

–Ellie spends like 30% of this book covered in his semen, to the point that she literally just goes to sleep in it in order to piss the demon inhabiting her body off

–I thought he couldn’t sleep because of his madness but when you get to his POV he’s like “MY DICK IS TOO HARD FOR ME TO SLEEP”

–watches everyone have sex, which, considering this series, is a lot of people. I don’t even think it’s sexual it’s just his shit

–his only friend is a teenage quarterback, but then again, that QB is Thad and Thad is God

–put the Valkyrie queen underwater to drown eternally and forgot where she was lmao (this came out before The Old Guard…..)

–was into “juvenile skullfucking”

–Update: responded to an official royal missive from the vrekener king with a MESSAGE IN BLOOD that was like “oh shit y'all exist?–L”… too Goth to rule….

2. Garreth MacRieve, werewolf, Pleasure of a Dark Prince

Pros:

–invented “werewolf versus demon” basketball because he was SADS

–smells Lucia masturbating and is like WAIT WAIT WAIT I CAN FIX THAT

–gets Lucia off through prison bars…. a determined man

–engages in a Road Runner/Wile E. Coyote dynamic with his heroine for a YEAR where he’s just chasing her around the globe while she crushes him with trucks and shit… he sees it as foreplay

–is actually truly the most woke werewolf hero; rightly points out to Lucia that she’s not exaaaactly being chaaaaste when he’s tearing that shit up every night even if there’s no penetration; keeps himself from going full moon crazy with magic in order to keep Lucia from being pressured into sex with him, and even when that magic breaks super holds back until she makes a conscious decision; does not do the Ritual Doggy Style Full Moon thing because he wants to look into her eeeeeeyes and ground her and even puts her on top, a KING

–catches a special new butterfly for her and names it after her leave me alone I’m crying

–“lass, I’m about to make you a widow” …. this shit works every time

–even a GOD can’t make him hurt Lucia

Cons:

–does not believe that women should have jobs after they find their werewolf soulmates, but to be fair, he is completely right, why the hell would I work if I had a rich werewolf soulmate who hunts big game for me and does all the cooking and cleaning and work and shit

–is honestly big stupid about plunging into danger

–is honestly big stupid about a lot of things… plan for keeping his woman from pursuing her immortal mission was “I’ll just fuck her until she passes out and then I’ll go do big mission for her”, admirable but not flaw-free logic

–was gonna help Lachlain steal a baby

–BIG “dumb younger brother” energy

–“we’re werewolves we’re very curious and always have to solve mysteries” lmao okay Scooby Doo

3. Rydstrom Woede, demon (king), Kiss of a Demon King

Pros:

–called Sabine a “good girl” even when she’s actually being a bad girl

–is explicitly a dom

–the first time he smiles is after she flips him off

–is into spanking

–takes Sabine to a bar and everyone leaves the bar because she’s evil and he’s all “awwww baby I don’t understand why they don’t like you :(” when she’s committed, like, war crimes… down ridiculous…

–his big comeback to his enemy is like “lmao well I’m about to make your girl’s eyes roll back in her head SOOOOOOO EAT IT CUCK”

–has two elaborate fantasies in this novel: a) suspending Sabine from the ceiling and edging her until he lets her grind against his face B) watching Sabine cuddle their cute baby. The duality of demon king

Cons:

–I mean I guess he did some pretttttyyyyy dubious shit to Sabine, but only after she did them to him

–met a woman and became her friend and talked to her for days and literally didn’t remember fucking her once until she reminded him…. I thought it was funny

–that time he went at Sabine’s tits for so long that the next day she was all “THEY HURT SO BAD” so I assume he was like a newborn baby or something

–“I don’t have any fetishes!!!!” has every fetish known to man

–was so down ridiculous that he went to try and kill himself to save her… this is a pro… but I’m gonna pretend it’s a con

–is pretty hard on Cade who was just trying!!! his!!! best!!!!!!!!!! but again this is only mildly a con because his disappointed dad thing is hot

4. Conrad Wroth, vampire, Dark Needs at Night’s Edge

Pros:

–exceedingly good at removing obstacles between him and what he wants

–a virgin and SUPER embarrassed about it in a way that is INCREDIBLY precious (when he finally fucked this woman and went “So I was good?” I almost fucking wept)

–murder puppy only wants death and blood (until he discovers………… other things)

–a natural born dirty talker

–BABY BOY…. BABY BOY…./EVIL

Cons:

–has erectile dysfunction for a significant part of his book, he gets better but I was so sad for him

–I mean, is fully insane and wants to murder his entire family, but nobody’s perfect and Nikolai kinda deserves it

–wears sunglasses indoors

–got aroused while buying underwear for her and had to limp home

–made Bowen MacRrieve sad and that makes me really upset because I love Bowen MacRieve

5. Uilleam “Will” MacRieve, “MacRieve”, werewolf, MacRieve

Pros:

–literally called “bucket list” among immortal women because he’s the one you have to fuck in case you might die someday

–incredibly family-oriented and so HYPE to put a baby in there, which could be horrible but with the werewolves it’s always hot

–has the sweetest relationship with his twin ever like please Munro and MacRieve always having each other’s backs and knowing what the other is feeling and being devoted to each other stop

–incredibly dangerous hot hot hot but so gentle with Chloe in those first chapters, literally just left a bag over her head so that she couldn’t see him in beast mode and get scared

–listen… he’s got Issues, but he does the fucking work in the end and ows them and in myyyy opinion the Issues are pretty fucking valid

–LEASHES THE BEAST FOR HERRRRRRRRRRRRR I WEEEEEPT

–the mouth on this dude (in all ways)

Cons:

–is maybe the most traumatized hero I’ve read in these books, which is saying something, and that means that he reacts PRETTY FUCKING BADLY to the Chloe reveal and does treat her badly before it gets better

–has like very little control over his beast for most of this book so he’s just like werewolfin’ out all over the place while Munro goes “I don’t even know why I bother”

–that time he threw up after taking Chloe’s virginity (not his fault but YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKES MCGIIIIIKES)

–is called bucket list because he only knows how to fuck and can’t have emotional sex or even sex like a person he only knows how to have beast sex which to be fair sounds like fun sex but is not necessarily like… romantic and shit

–it’s implied that he does the battle shit for running the MacRieve settlement and Munro is the one who actually reads the legal shit, which like I’m glad that works and all but it seems pretty irresponsible lmao

–there is no living villain in this book, the villain is MacRieve’s trauma, which is very good and deep but also TOUGH BRO

6. Bowen MacRieve, werewolf, Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night

Pros:

–is a werewolf general

–was celibate for 1200 years after his lover got so scared of his wolf form that she gored herself on a tree stump (lmao)

–spent those 1200 years trying to bring her back to life

–great at catching and preparing seafood

–breeding kink (wants to put all the bairns in Mariketa)

–kinda into bondage…?

–gets hard at the thought of Mariketa’s carnage, even when he is the carnage

–update pro: gets sent to a party by himself so that Mariketa can run an errand and just sits there confused and miserable at the bar by himself waiting for her to show up even though he knows people there; I imagine this is much like that SNL skit about a dog park for boyfriends, where the shy boyfriend hides under a picnic table

Cons:

–kind of a fuckboy (will say his dead lover’s name when he comes, ONE TIME, but “Mariketa” and “Mariah” begin similarly so)

–doesn’t like it when Mariketa chant incantations into her mirror because it creeps him out

–breeding kink (casually tries to get her to stop taking birth control)

–makes fun of Mariketa’s vibrator, even if I found that actually hilarious

7. Lachlain MacRieve, werewolf, A Hunger Like No Other

Pros:

–chewed his own leg off to get to Emma, pinned her to the ground in broad daylight, and inhaled her neck like a fucking FREAK

–actually pretty good at being the werewolf king (saves Bowen from his own stupidity multiple times, much daddy, very authoritative)

–saw Emma kill her own dad and basically swooned

–is absolutely down to get his blood sucked… through his penis (I believe he says that’s the only way he’ll accept BJs now…?)

–gets by on missing 150 years of progression purely on intimidation, which I personally find deeply sexy

Cons:

–I mean yes Lachlain is one of the rape-iest IAD heroes even if most of that was werewolf instinct and burning alive for 150 years

–doesn’t know how to use an iPod

–but will max out your credit cards

–a werewolf supremacist (is this a bad thing…?)

–says “Kiss me like you want to live” which I guess I should put as a con because it’s non-consensual but whatever I was dow–

8. Murdoch Wroth, vampire, Untouchable

Pros:

—just extremely determined… his heroine can’t bear skin to skin contact? He’s gonna use an icicle as a dildo. He fucked up so bad she fled to an ice kingdom? Well, he’s gonna fucking find her

–probably the closest IaD gets to a himbo… HE WAS MORE THAN A RAKE, DAMMIT!!! HE DIED IN A WAR!!!!!!!

–I don’t think y'all get how impressive it is that he consistently hit the clit through a blanket AND fucked her to orgasm with an icicle for like a year

–is actually a very good brother

–finds out his woman maybe married another guy and goes “she’s going to be a widow” I love mess

Cons:

–I mean does bitch a lot about how sexually frustrated he is but his heroine is an ice princess who can’t stand skin to skin contact without extreme pain so……………………… I do get it blue balls kill

–will masturbate to the thought of you in the shower while you’re unconscious six feet away covered in arrow wounds… if that’s something you’re not into…

–has confidence issues because the Wroth brothers are rattled off like Nikolai: the leader! Sebastian: the brain! Conrad: the mysterious babe! Murdoch: … the slut?

(do love that the Wroth bros are the Charlie’s Angels of this series)

–bit Dani without her consent blah blah blah

9. Cadeon Woede/“Cade the Kingmaker”, demon, Dark Desires After Dusk

Pros:

–extremely loyal to his brother (which I found cute)

–orders ahead to get pre-packaged food for Holly to accommodate her OCD, while helping her Walk on the Wild Side

–was the first guy to 69 with his heroine in this series

–stalked Holly for like a year (stalking is love)

–gets adorably tongue-tied around her, but not in a lame way

Cons:

–lied to Holly for like… that entire book lmao (even though it was fun)

–is called the Womb Raider for a reason, apparently (a little tooooo potent)

–sort of fucks with Holly’s birth control, in the sense that he made sure she was super fertile, but to be fair Holly did not… actually… take birth control

–threw out Holly’s OCD meds, though I chalk this up to the year the book was published

–just sort of drove around giving Holly head for WEEKS while Rydstrom was getting sexually tortured, so like…. maybe doesn’t have GREAT priorities…. maybe has the best priorities… Rydstrom was fine…

10. Nikolai Wroth, vampire, The Warlord Wants Forever

Pros:

–deeply efficient and good at his job (being a bloodthirsty warlord), which turns his mate on as much as it should literally everyone else

–scars all over

–very family-oriented, which means he’s extreeeeemely daddy, and very much uses that in the bedroom

–will try to make nice with your bitchy sisters for you

–is receptive to therapy, even if the therapist was his beaten and bruised brother whose advice was basically “do better”

Cons:

–did steal Myst’s chain and used it to make her come on command; which, while I liked it, was very much non-consensual

–insecure about Myst’s history as the greatest femme fatale of the last couple millennia (though he gets better and decides to be a sex-positive feminist)

–that time that he turned his little brothers into vampires against their will

–was so down bad that he literally started to waste away when Myst didn’t let him get off for five years

–does not properly heat his manor

11. Thronos Talos, vrekener (cough demon with wings cough), Dark Skye

Pros:

–virgin hero!!!

–surprisingly kinda naturally kinky (not surprising, it’s always the God warriors)

–gets hilariously flustered constantly throughout this novel

–was the sweetest little baby boy when he and Lanthe were kids he just wanted to bring her food (dead rabbits) and hold her in his baby wings

–secretly swears a lot for a heavenly angel

–is just trying his best to run a kingdom and getting responses back from Lothaire like “wow your species exists??? wild bro” and “I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR BODY AND LAUGH IN YOUR FACE” from Rydstrom so honestly? snaps for Thronos

Cons:

–was a bit heavy on the slutshaming what with his God warrior origin story

–is cursed with secondary bonerism what with his wings being…. very sensitive…. tertiary bonerism as he also has the demon horns?

–was going through a demon identity crisis throughout this book which I personally found hilarious but it was rough for him

–insisted on losing his virginity through that Mormon sheet thing

12. Trehan Daciano/Prince of Shadows, vampire, Shadow’s Claim

Pros:

–has MAGICAL INVISIBLE-MAKING MIST

–beats the shit out of everyone in this book, basically…. hot

–is apparently a really good uncle when he’s not trying to kill his relatives

–was actually extremely romantic with Bettina and liked her dumb little weapons designs. Would see her be like “I think I should make a poisoned bracelet” and go “fucking genius”

–goes from being super rational to FULL ON FUCKING INSANE and that’s hot

–says at one point that he’ll figure out what to do with their various relationship issues once he’s inside her, which I certainly was not mad at

–that time he told Bettina to refrain from touching herself until he could do it for her, we love to see it

Cons:

–was the second!!! person in this series to take Lothaire’s romantic advice, which was admittedly correct but suggests his own lack of judgment

–sat in his library and sadly masturbated for weeks (while Lothaire watched)

–watched Bettina sleeping, which I wasn’t personally upset with, but I guess that’s inappropriate

–that time they were like “your challenge is to give the princess what she’d want most” and he gave her a bag of heads and went “…. fuck” when everyone in the room didn’t get it

–held back on biting Bettina for forever, which was dumb and unhorny of him

13. Declan Chase/Aidan the Fierce/Gabriel/Edward/whoever the fuck else he was, berserker, Dreams of a Dark Warrior

Pros:

–I mean you can’t really go wrong with someone who is so determined to have his heroine that he just defies death and keeps coming back throughout the ages

–probably the only employee at Torture Island to get in trouble for workplace sexual harassment…. impressive

–that time he cried after suffocating Regin (it must be truuuuue love truuuuuue love)

–that bathtub scene where he was like “wait no actually I’m taking over this weird sexual interplay thing we have going on”

–his days-long island hike grovel where he was like just sadly walking around and being like *eye emoji* at Regin…. hilarious

Cons:

–I actually totally got why Regin forgave him (true love + dick too bomb) but personally I feel like it’s basically impossible that Lachlain and Rydstrom and Sabine are gonna let the shit he pulled slide forever so suspension of disbelief was rough there

–he did vivisect a MacRieve, and I am nothing if not a MacRieve Stan For Lyfe

–the drug addiction issues are rough

–that time he had to let Lothaire bite his neck whenever he wanted and Lothaire was like “if I call you a girl’s name just go with it” and it DIDN’T turn into sex? Sads

14. Malkolm Slaine, demon/vampire, Demon from the Dark

Pros:

–we love a virgin hero always

–gave Carrow the heads of her enemies As A Treat

–very good at giving sensual baths

–a responsible, loving step-demon to what is admittedly an annoying child

–made Rydstrom, Nikolai, Garreth, and Myst all “YOU WANNA GO BRO???” in what was by far one of the funniest parts of the series

Cons:

–honestly a very sweet guy

–swallows toothpaste TWICE

–comes against Carrow’s leg like thirty seconds after meeting her (actually a pro in terms of hilarity)

–TOO BIG, WON’T FIT (pro)

–could’ve been meaner, I’m not gonna lie

15. Sebastian Wroth, vampire, No Rest for the Wicked

Pros:

–all but a virgin when he meets Kaderin

–Gentleman in the Streets Freak in That Random Nightclub Where He SNAPS

–joined the mile high club remarkably fast

–throws out all his principles for her

–Speaks Like Dracula but in a “I vant to suck your clit” way

Cons:

–borderline beta, or as beta as a murderous centuries old vampire warlord can be

–a little tooooo accommodating of Kaderin’s bullshit

–could have been more demanding, to be honest (Bowen and Lachlain would noooot have been as patient as he was, which some would like but I was a little weary of)

NOV 08 2 notes # romance novel blogging immortals after dark but legit i really enjoyed dark skye a lot it was great even tho my personal favorite part was rydstrom going all the only flag i'll be waving is your decapitated head-- now on to sweet ruin~~~ the one where he's poison to everyone but her

One thing I do love about Immortals After Dark (and why I really do recommend reading it in order if possible) is that there are multiple arcs, an overarching plot (the upcoming apocalypse and Nix’s efforts to control it by making all these immortals super grateful to her for hooking them up with their partners + the inevitable army of hybrid babies down the road lmao), and an HEA nonetheless for every couple?

Like yeah I’m sure Lothaire and Ellie are gonna run into some issues with La Dorada, I know Garreth and Lucia and all them werewolves are gonna be out fighting with the best of ‘em in the Accession, I know Rydstrom and Sabine still owe Lothaire -> now Dorada a big favor that is probably bad, but at the end of the day, they’ll figure it the fuck out and shit will be resolved in a harrowing but ultimately happy climax (haha) if Kresley ever finishes these books because it is romance and I am guaranteed that.

It’s so nice.

NOV 07 7 notes # romance novel blogging immortals after dark i can have all the thrills without the stress and i'm thinking that if she does finish it she's in the final countdown proooobably like there will be a kristoff/furie book presumably (i cannot. wait.) nix's book will likely be last whoever she ends up with i know heath is alive and doing horribly so clearly he's gonna fall for someone probably kosmina so that lothaire is even more directly connected to the werewolves lmao the way nix is just solidifying alliances through marriage is... is deeply funny to me like y'all can't fight because his brother is fucking your niece now be quiet but yeah probably at least three more books are on the docket if she doesn't drag up like... jadian this icy hot guy which i'd appreciate and then there's thad

IAD Hero Power Rankings: It’s A Dozen

Getting to the home stretch with MacRieve (not that MacRieve–that MacRieve–no, not THIS MacRieve the other MacRieve–not the king one or the fuckboy one or the prince one THE MACRIEVE WHOSE TITLE “THE MACRIEVE”) and I just really really really really love him. He’s a top tier romance hero, and probably my second-favorite MacRieve after Garreth (the prince one). But damn, his book, while fantastic, was an emotionally tough one.

Lothaire, the Enemy of Old, vampire, Lothaire

Pros:

–well you can’t say he isn’t goal-oriented

–takes kids trick or treating

–does not support rape or child murder; and he actually likes dogs a lot!

–listen between the tittyfucking and the “let me drink my heroine’s virgin’s blood after I very literally pop her cherry” moment, you can’t call him boring

–actually hilarious, basically just a very scary vampire with a to-do list punting decapitated heads around like they’re soccer balls

–just did some shifter beheadings!!! it not like he goes around cockslapping gnomes!!!!

–loves a couch sex moment

Cons:

–clinically insane

–will forget someone he was talking to like half an hour ago because he’s lost all concept of time and space, will talk to himself during sex to be like “DON’T KILL HER @ me!!!”

–Ellie spends like 30% of this book covered in his semen, to the point that she literally just goes to sleep in it in order to piss the demon inhabiting her body off

–I thought he couldn’t sleep because of his madness but when you get to his POV he’s like “MY DICK IS TOO HARD FOR ME TO SLEEP”

–watches everyone have sex, which, considering this series, is a lot of people. I don’t even think it’s sexual it’s just his shit

–his only friend is a teenage quarterback, but then again, that QB is Thad and Thad is God

–put the Valkyrie queen underwater to drown eternally and forgot where she was lmao (this came out before The Old Guard…..)

–was into “juvenile skullfucking”

2. Garreth MacRieve, werewolf, Pleasure of a Dark Prince

Pros:

–invented “werewolf versus demon” basketball because he was SADS

–smells Lucia masturbating and is like WAIT WAIT WAIT I CAN FIX THAT

–gets Lucia off through prison bars…. a determined man

–engages in a Road Runner/Wile E. Coyote dynamic with his heroine for a YEAR where he’s just chasing her around the globe while she crushes him with trucks and shit… he sees it as foreplay

–catches a special new butterfly for her and names it after her leave me alone I’m crying

–“lass, I’m about to make you a widow” …. this shit works every time

–even a GOD can’t make him hurt Lucia

Cons:

–is honestly big stupid about plunging into danger

–was gonna help Lachlain steal a baby

–BIG “dumb younger brother” energy

–“we’re werewolves we’re very curious and always have to solve mysteries” lmao okay Scooby Doo

3. Rydstrom Woede, demon (king), Kiss of a Demon King

Pros:

–called Sabine a “good girl” even when she’s actually being a bad girl

–is explicitly a dom

–the first time he smiles is after she flips him off

–is into spanking

–his big comeback to his enemy is like “lmao well I’m about to make your girl’s eyes roll back in her head SOOOOOOO EAT IT CUCK”

Cons:

–I mean I guess he did some pretttttyyyyy dubious shit to Sabine, but only after she did them to him

–met a woman and became her friend and talked to her for days and literally didn’t remember fucking her once until she reminded him…. I thought it was funny

–that time he went at Sabine’s tits for so long that the next day she was all “THEY HURT SO BAD” so I assume he was like a newborn baby or something

–“I don’t have any fetishes!!!!” has every fetish known to man

–was so down ridiculous that he went to try and kill himself to save her… this is a pro… but I’m gonna pretend it’s a con

–is pretty hard on Cade who was just trying!!! his!!! best!!!!!!!!!! but again this is only mildly a con because his disappointed dad thing is hot

4. Conrad Wroth, vampire, Dark Needs at Night’s Edge

Pros:

–exceedingly good at removing obstacles between him and what he wants

–a virgin and SUPER embarrassed about it in a way that is INCREDIBLY precious (when he finally fucked this woman and went “So I was good?” I almost fucking wept)

–murder puppy only wants death and blood (until he discovers………… other things)

–a natural born dirty talker

–BABY BOY…. BABY BOY…./EVIL

Cons:

–has erectile dysfunction for a significant part of his book, he gets better but I was so sad for him

–I mean, is fully insane and wants to murder his entire family, but nobody’s perfect and Nikolai kinda deserves it

–wears sunglasses indoors

–got aroused while buying underwear for her and had to limp home

–made Bowen MacRrieve sad and that makes me really upset because I love Bowen MacRieve

5. Uilleam “Will” MacRieve, “MacRieve”, werewolf, MacRieve

Pros:

–literally called “bucket list” among immortal women because he’s the one you have to fuck in case you might die someday

–incredibly family-oriented and so HYPE to put a baby in there, which could be horrible but with the werewolves it’s always hot

–has the sweetest relationship with his twin ever like please Munro and MacRieve always having each other’s backs and knowing what the other is feeling and being devoted to each other stop

–incredibly dangerous hot hot hot but so gentle with Chloe in those first chapters, literally just left a bag over her head so that she couldn’t see him in beast mode and get scared

–listen… he’s got Issues, but he does the fucking work in the end and ows them and in myyyy opinion the Issues are pretty fucking valid

–LEASHES THE BEAST FOR HERRRRRRRRRRRRR I WEEEEEPT

–the mouth on this dude (in all ways)

Cons:

–has like very little control over his beast for most of this book so he’s just like werewolfin’ out all over the place while Munro goes “I don’t even know why I bother”

–that time he threw up after taking Chloe’s virginity (not his fault but YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKES MCGIIIIIKES)

–there is no living villain in this book, the villain is MacRieve’s trauma, which is very good and deep but also TOUGH BRO

6. Rune Darklight/"Rune the Baneblood", dark fey, Sweet Ruin

Pros:

--is such a good lay that he literally trades sex for information, which, considering his past, is actually quite dark, but I just wanna make how good a lay he is clear

--poison to everyone but Josie!!! Killed his evil stepmother by kissing her which is maybe the COOLEST KILL I HAVE EVER READ ABOUT

--but because he can't give anyone bodily fluids without killing them.... is so desperate to eat pussy and do some deep missionary Frenching it is RIDICULOUS LMAO

--is one of those "BABY GIRL IT AIN'T NO THANG WE'RE JUST CASUAL" heroes but as soon as she leaves he's like "oH MY GOOOOOD I'VE MADE A MISTAAAAAKE" which was delightful

--is teaching Josie how to read and literally writes "mine" on her chest in his own blood and I.... that was..... well-played

--is an incredibly talented assassin/archer, which is impressive because Rune is bad at basically everything else

Cons:

--that whole "well Josie you're just gonna have to accept that I have to fuck other people it's my JOB" thing which was like... definitely rooted in his sexual trauma but still uh bad

--is literally so bad at relationships that his other doom apocalypse bringers went from "oh my god Rune just talk to her" to hearing his side of the story and going ".... nah man give her some space she will most definitely not wanna see you for like a month"

--almost got into a fistfight with a teenage boy

--either barely reacts when coming or comes so aggressively loudly that other supernatural creatures show up like "so we heard you across town Rune what's up"

--"I'm going to sexually torture you with edgeplay" *lets her come twice within 10 minutes and also gets himself off* "... that was PART OF IT moving on"

7. Bowen MacRieve, werewolf, Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night

Pros:

–is a werewolf general

–was celibate for 1200 years after his lover got so scared of his wolf form that she gored herself on a tree stump (lmao)

–spent those 1200 years trying to bring her back to life

–great at catching and preparing seafood

–breeding kink (wants to put all the bairns in Mariketa)

–kinda into bondage…?

–gets hard at the thought of Mariketa’s carnage, even when he is the carnage

Cons:

–kind of a fuckboy (will say his dead lover’s name when he comes, ONE TIME, but “Mariketa” and “Mariah” begin similarly so)

–doesn’t like it when Mariketa chant incantations into her mirror because it creeps him out

–breeding kink (casually tries to get her to stop taking birth control)

–makes fun of Mariketa’s vibrator, even if I found that actually hilarious

8. Lachlain MacRieve, werewolf, A Hunger Like No Other

Pros:

–chewed his own leg off to get to Emma, pinned her to the ground in broad daylight, and inhaled her neck like a fucking FREAK

–actually pretty good at being the werewolf king (saves Bowen from his own stupidity multiple times, much daddy, very authoritative)

–saw Emma kill her own dad and basically swooned

–is absolutely down to get his blood sucked… through his penis (I believe he says that’s the only way he’ll accept BJs now…?)

–gets by on missing 150 years of progression purely on intimidation, which I personally find deeply sexy

Cons:

–I mean yes Lachlain is one of the rape-iest IAD heroes even if most of that was werewolf instinct and burning alive for 150 years

–doesn’t know how to use an iPod

–but will max out your credit cards

–a werewolf supremacist (is this a bad thing…?)

–says “Kiss me like you want to live” which I guess I should put as a con because it’s non-consensual but whatever I was dow–

9. Murdoch Wroth, vampire, Untouchable

Pros:

–probably the closest IaD gets to a himbo… HE WAS MORE THAN A RAKE, DAMMIT!!! HE DIED IN A WAR!!!!!!!

–I don’t think y'all get how impressive it is that he consistently hit the clit through a blanket AND fucked her to orgasm with an icicle for like a year

–is actually a very good brother

–finds out his woman maybe married another guy and goes “she’s going to be a widow” I love mess

Cons:

–will masturbate to the thought of you in the shower while you’re unconscious six feet away covered in arrow wounds… if that’s something you’re not into…

–has confidence issues because the Wroth brothers are rattled off like Nikolai: the leader! Sebastian: the brain! Conrad: the mysterious babe! Murdoch: … the slut?

(do love that the Wroth bros are the Charlie’s Angels of this series)

–bit Dani without her consent blah blah blah

10. Cadeon Woede/“Cadeon the Kingmaker”, demon, Dark Desires After Dusk

Pros:

–extremely loyal to his brother (which I found cute)

–orders ahead to get pre-packaged food for Holly to accommodate her OCD, while helping her Walk on the Wild Side

–was the first guy to 69 with his heroine in this series

–stalked Holly for like a year (stalking is love)

–gets adorably tongue-tied around her, but not in a lame way

Cons:

–lied to Holly for like… that entire book lmao (even though it was fun)

–is called the Womb Raider for a reason, apparently (a little tooooo potent)

–sort of fucks with Holly’s birth control, in the sense that he made sure she was super fertile, but to be fair Holly did not… actually… take birth control

–threw out Holly’s OCD meds, though I chalk this up to the year the book was published

11. Nikolai Wroth, vampire, The Warlord Wants Forever

Pros:

–deeply efficient and good at his job (being a bloodthirsty warlord), which turns his mate on as much as it should literally everyone else

–scars all over

–very family-oriented, which means he’s extreeeeemely daddy, and very much uses that in the bedroom

–will try to make nice with your bitchy sisters for you

–is receptive to therapy, even if the therapist was his beaten and bruised brother whose advice was basically “do better”

Cons:

–did steal Myst’s chain and used it to make her come on command; which, while I liked it, was very much non-consensual

–insecure about Myst’s history as the greatest femme fatale of the last couple millennia (though he gets better and decides to be a sex-positive feminist)

–that time that he turned his little brothers into vampires against their will

–was so down bad that he literally started to waste away when Myst didn’t let him get off for five years

–does not properly heat his manor

12. Prince Trehan Daciano/Prince of Shadows, vampire, Shadow’s Claim

Pros:

–has MAGICAL INVISIBLE-MAKING MIST

–beats the shit out of everyone in this book, basically…. hot

–is apparently a really good uncle when he’s not trying to kill his relatives

–was actually extremely romantic with Bettina and liked her dumb little weapons designs. Would see her be like “I think I should make a poisoned bracelet” and go “fucking genius”

–goes from being super rational to FULL ON FUCKING INSANE and that’s hot

–says at one point that he’ll figure out what to do with their various relationship issues once he’s inside her, which I certainly was not mad at

–that time he told Bettina to refrain from touching herself until he could do it for her, we love to see it

Cons:

–was the second!!! person in this series to take Lothaire’s romantic advice, which was admittedly correct but suggests his own lack of judgment

–sat in his library and sadly masturbated for weeks (while Lothaire watched)

–watched Bettina sleeping, which I wasn’t personally upset with, but I guess that’s inappropriate

–that time they were like “your challenge is to give the princess what she’d want most” and he gave her a bag of heads and went “…. fuck” when everyone in the room didn’t get it

–held back on biting Bettina for forever, which was dumb and unhorny of him

13. Declan Chase/Aidan the Fierce/Gabriel/Edward/whoever the fuck else he was, berserker, Dreams of a Dark Warrior

Pros:

–I mean you can’t really go wrong with someone who is so determined to have his heroine that he just defies death and keeps coming back throughout the ages

–probably the only employee at Torture Island to get in trouble for workplace sexual harassment…. impressive

–that time he cried after suffocating Regin (it must be truuuuue love truuuuuue love)

–that bathtub scene where he was like “wait no actually I’m taking over this weird sexual interplay thing we have going on”

–his days-long island hike grovel where he was like just sadly walking around and being like *eye emoji* at Regin…. hilarious

Cons:

–he did vivisect a MacRieve, and I am nothing if not a MacRieve Stan For Lyfe

–the drug addiction issues are rough

–that time he had to let Lothaire bite his neck whenever he wanted and Lothaire was like “if I call you a girl’s name just go with it” and it DIDN’T turn into sex? Sads

14. Prince Mirceo Daciano, vampire, Shadow's Seduction

Pros:

--chaotic bisexual running around trying to fuck as much as possible before his dick stops working (temporarily)

--is excellent at everything he endeavors to do (giving head)

--is actually such a good brother!!! Admittedly was too busy fucking to realize that Lothaire had gone out and MISPLACED HIS SISTER but it's fine

--got so emotionally dumbass about Cas that he let Lothaire beat him up and still refused to drink Kristoff's blood to save Kosmina because he didn't wanna drink anyone but Cas awwwwwwwww awwwwwwwwwww awwwwwwwww I mean honestly kinda stupid but awwwwww

--set Kosmina up as his surrogate SO FAST LMAO

Cons:

--Caspion told him to take a 100 year break to evaluate the meaning of commitment and he showed up four days later with lube (pro)

--I mean lol the whole "let me set up this entire scenario where me and my best friend kiss so he realizes he's actually super into me" was diabolical and bad but also mastermind.mp3

--no thoughts head empty just trying to get Caspion to fuck him this entire book

--non-consensually bit Cas that one time but like, to be fair, blooding and all

--as a sidebar, was one of the Dacians who legit went "seems like Lothaire is the logical choice for king" and I just have questions about that thought process

15. Caspion, demon, Shadow's Seduction

Pros:

--had a huuuuge amount of character development between Shadow's Claim and Shadow's Seduction, mostly from going to a time-warp plane for 500 years, but also because he realized that he also likes dick

--is very.... aggressive... and I was not........ mad at that

--do I love that he'd just be like "I can't handle my feelings I'm gonna go out and bOUNTY HUNT" lmao yes

--very possessive, and look, again, I was not mad at that

--tried to take a mature approach to the relationship before he was like "nah fuck it we're gonna bone"

--that scene where he tucked Mirceo in after he got hammered but then was like "well while I'm here I am going to stare lustfully at his naked body" lmaooooo

Cons:

--internalized homophobia to tha max which was hard to read, but largely seemed based on how backwards the death demon realm is (which was established) and his own insecurities about his background

--lol Mirceo was VAGUELY panicky after they had sex and went "GREAT. AWESOME. WELL I GUESS WE'RE OVER ASSHOLE" which valid abandonment trauma response but still quite funny

--never has a non-werewolf man in this series been more like "UMMMM I WANNA BE IN THE KITCHEN WITH TONS OF BABIES"

--I mean he was a massive loser in Shadow's Claim, it must be said; literally so embarrassing that he went to another dimension to level up

16. Malkolm Slaine, demon/vampire, Demon from the Dark

Pros:

–we love a virgin hero always

–gave Carrow the heads of her enemies As A Treat

–very good at giving sensual baths

–a responsible, loving step-demon to what is admittedly an annoying child

–made Rydstrom, Nikolai, Garreth, and Myst all “YOU WANNA GO BRO???” in what was by far one of the funniest parts of the series

Cons:

–honestly a very sweet guy

–swallows toothpaste TWICE

–comes against Carrow’s leg like thirty seconds after meeting her (actually a pro in terms of hilarity)

–TOO BIG, WON’T FIT (pro)

–could’ve been meaner, I’m not gonna lie

17. Sebastian Wroth, vampire, No Rest for the Wicked

Pros:

–all but a virgin when he meets Kaderin

–Gentleman in the Streets Freak in That Random Nightclub Where He SNAPS

–joined the mile high club remarkably fast

–throws out all his principles for her

–Speaks Like Dracula but in a “I vant to suck your clit” way

Cons:

–borderline beta, or as beta as a murderous centuries old vampire warlord can be

–a little tooooo accommodating of Kaderin’s bullshit

–could have been more demanding, to be honest (Bowen and Lachlain would noooot have been as patient as he was, which some would like but I was a little weary of)

#romance novel blogging #immortals after dark #lol i'm still trying to decide if i like the plot of sweet ruin as much as i love rune/josie #like it's a really good book but is it a full five stars???#i'm still debating #but the romance aspect was 12/10 #and shadow's seduction suffered from being a novella and also having some dated approaches to sexuality #but i loved the romance and i also think it was a preeeeetty bold move in 2016/2017 #for kresley cole to tell her publisher to fuck off and self publishing a m/m romance in her #extremely m/f series full of alpha males #even tho like. 10000%. there are other bi characters in this series lol #like nix for sure has fucked women.... lanthe talks about wanting to fuck nix....#lothaire gets hard drinking declan chase's blood and talks about how many men come in his arms after he bites them lmao #also king of marriage equality lothaire being like 'i don't give a FUUUUCK about cas being a man #but i s2g if one more person in this family marries a poor'#while being married to a poor

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krysalla-archive · 3 years

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come away with me.

relationship: geralt of rivia x reader warning(s): my dumbassery... word count: 3k summary: geralt comes home to you after a four month separation

Winter is approaching fast. Nearly all the trees have shed their leaves and covered the grass and the cold chill has started to bite a little harder during the day and make the nights almost unbearable. The rain will start soon and you won’t have any more days where you can lay out beneath the sun without the fear of frostbite or rain. Only a few more days left like this.

A shadow is cast over you, large and cold, heat seeping out from your body. You peek one eye open to look at who has interrupted your slice of heaven. Amber eyes peer down at you and sunlight catches on silver strands of hair. You smile. It’s been too long since you’ve seen his face.

“Hello, dove.”

You close your eyes and hum, “Stand a little more to the left? You’re blocking the sun, darling.”

He scoffs. “Three months I haven’t seen you and that’s all you have to say?”

“Actually, my love, it’s been four months. And, yes, it’s one of the last days of sun for a while and I don’t want anything to spoil it. Not even my favorite Witcher.” You smirk up at him and pat the space to the right of you. You’ve been waiting patiently for this day.

He follows your teasing order, crushing clovers and blades of grass beneath heavy boots and heavier steps. He sits next to you and groans when his knee pops. He’s getting old, you both are, but you’re the only one that will outwardly look it while he will stay the same for much longer than you. You mourned that fact once, just at the beginning, even though you were plagued with the question of what you meant to him.

He leans over you. A blur of pink and white and he has a flower tucked into your hair. You smile.

“A flower?”

“Peony, the merchant told me. Reminded me of you.” He grunts and lies by your side.

“Careful, my dear Witcher. People might start to think you aren’t a soulless, unfeeling thing.”

He rolls his eyes at that, but you smile wider. You pluck the flower from behind your ear and twirl it between your fingers. It’s beautifully preserved. It must have cost a pretty penny since peonies only bloom in the spring and early summer and the preservation process is quite expensive to pay for. The simplest token and it makes your heart swell with love.

“Where did you get it?”

“Azmar. Not long after I last saw you.”

“You carried this around with you all that time?”

You swell with love and joy at the thought. He kept you with him for four months. You lay your hand over your heart, flower tucked between your palm and your breast. “Tell me about your travels?”

He hums. Geralt runs his thumb over your knuckles. There isn’t much to tell and what he can tell you isn’t something that you should hear. His stories are gruff and short and more importantly, tell the whole truth. He would much rather you hear Jaskier’s version of events over the truth any day. He doesn’t want your perception of him to change. If you ever heard that thought come out of his mouth, you would be furious.

“Please?” You cradle his cheek with your free hand and turn him to face you, “For me?”

His eyes glide over your face, drinking in your features greedily. He��s missed you, missed the warmth and love you preserve for him. Your smile, soft and curling gently, pulls him in. The kiss is brief and chaste even if he wants something more from it, but he can wait a little longer for that. “What do you want to hear?”

You brush your finger over the scar on his forehead and smile. “Everything.”

***

You lead him home. The tiny cottage stands stark against the heavy green of the trees that surround it, a beacon of peace from the world. As proud as you are of your family, you could not live with them. This cottage, stone white and green ivy crawling up the sides, is your own little paradise and you are more than happy to share that with Geralt.

Roach is already resting in the stable. He must have come here first and went looking for you when he found that you weren’t home. What a lovely thought. He knows he could have waited in the cottage for you, but he went out of his way to bring you back home.

You push the door open and begin to fret about the small clutter that's started to gather around the single room. The old, black cat looks up from his spot on the window sill, blinks lazily at you and turns his attention to Geralt. His tail swishes and he pushes himself up and with a hiss at the Witcher, he jumps out the window to lay in the flowerbeds instead. You click your tongue. He’s a skittish old thing. He doesn’t like unfamiliarity and Geralt’s easy coming and goings from your life puts the poor thing on edge.

“Please, sit down, I’m sure you’re tired.” You pull out a chair from the table, swiping at dust that doesn’t exist. It’s always awkward the first few minutes he steps into your home like the cottage and yourself have forgotten that he isn’t a stranger.

One, two steps and he’s able to wrap his fingers around your wrist, his lips quirked into a half smile. He gently (always gentle with you, no one else, because he’s all too aware of his strength and the last thing he wants is to hurt you) tugs you to him. He presses a quick kiss to your temple.

He’s good for you, even if he thinks the opposite, he brings you down and grounds you when that worry begins to claw inside of your stomach. Geralt continues to kiss you, making his way down from your temple to your cheek, jaw and finally to your lips and it takes every ounce of strength to push away from him.

“We can do that later,” you tap a finger above his heart, “Dinner first.”

***

The sound of rain pattering on your roof wakes you. It’s not a horrible way to drift away from your dreams. It’s peaceful, you can’t hear the groans of the trees over the rain or the occasional pattering of coyotes feet tracing the perimeter of your fence in an attempt to break into your chicken coup.

He’s staring at you, but it doesn’t make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up like it does when everyone else stares at you. You thought it odd once that you were able to trust him so wholeheartedly. You have never trusted someone like this, even your own family, but then again, he understands you in a way nobody else can.

Fingers drift over your stomach, drawing patterns that you can’t decipher. It’s his own little language, you imagine, spelling out words of love, promises he can’t voice himself. You smile when his palm lays flat against your stomach, molding to the curve of it. No matter where his hands start, they always end there.

“How long have you been up?” you croak. Drowsiness still hangs over your head. It’s so peaceful. “You should get some sleep, beloved. You need it.”

He makes a noncommittal noise and turns you in his arms to face him. “Not yet.”

He moves his hand to your thigh and hooks it over his hip. It’s nice being close to him. You peer over his shoulder to get a glance of the fire. It’s nowhere near being completely burned out but there’s a noticeable ash pile collecting. It’s only been a few hours by your estimation. It looks though that you didn’t put nearly enough to last through the night, but no matter, you have Geralt to keep you warm through the night.

You push your face into his chest and breathe in. He smells like lavender and honey from the soap you gave him. His fingers brush over your spine and traces a loop onto your skin.

“I have missed you.”

“It would be nice,” you brush a piece of white hair away from his face and push yourself away just the tiniest bit so you can look him in the eye, “to just lay here forever. We wouldn’t have to miss each other so often.”

There’s a flash of emotion in his eyes, something you can’t decipher, maybe sorrow or regret. He hums and you’re not sure if it’s in agreement or just to appease you. It takes everything in you to not smooth out the worry lines on his face.

“Kiss me?” you don’t want to think, you just want him. It isn’t a surprise that he complies with your request, he would do just about anything for you.

His hand cups your cheek and he leads you to lay on your back. He hovers over you, careful of his weight and gentle when he comes to straddle one of your legs between his. The kiss is soft, but unwavering as he tries to convey how much he’s missed you.

***

He reaches out for your warmth and wants nothing more than another hour in bed before the rooster calls, signaling the beginning of the day, but he finds empty sheets instead. He turns to face the room, blankets tangling his ankles, and catches you in the middle of dressing. You lay out the layers on the back of a chair.

He watches your back fondly.

You startle when his hands come to rest over yours and his fingers begin working nimbly to help you dress.

“I can get it myself, Geralt. I’m a grown woman.” You huff and turn your glance over your shoulder at him.

He grunts in acknowledgment but continues fastening the laces on your stay. Geralt’s seen you do this countless times before. All he wants to do is help. There’s enough on your plate already and it wouldn't hurt him to help with a few simple tasks.

“Where are you going, dove?” he moves your hair to the side and presses a line of kisses down the nape of your neck.

“We are going to the river.”

You lean back against him, melting into his touch and he can’t help the swell of pride in his heart. This is his and although he is undeserving of it, he will call you his as long as you let him. More importantly, he is yours. He likes the way that sounds to him. Yours.

***

The damp grass gives way to sand and rocks as you approach the riverbed. It’s peaceful today as it will be until the spring. Families and fisherman and hunters will be few and far between for the next four months. It’s your favorite time to visit with Geralt. There’s no prying eyes, no townsfolk looking for another piece of gossip to fuel them through the winter. You can just be.

You sit side by side on a thick knitted blanket with a quilt wrapped around your shoulders. Geralt insists that he’s fine and maybe he is, you know that he does run warm and that he eases the chill of winter nights when he’s there to share your bed with you, but you still want him to have the simple comfort of the weight of a blanket wrapping him up tight.

He’s looking at you, recommitting your face to memory. But he knows you well and can read you like an open book. Every small twitch on your face, the slight downturn of your lips, the small line between your brow deepening when you pull your eyebrows together in a worried or frantic thought, the stiffness of your shoulders when you plant your knuckles against the ground rather than your palms.

Geralt gently grasps your chin, thumb pulling at your bottom lip for just a fleeting second before he remembered what he was going to ask. “What’s wrong, dove?”

“When will you leave?”

“Eager to get rid of me, are you?” Geralt chuckles and moves his hand down the delicate curve of your neck, tucks his hand under the blanket and over your shoulder, down your chest and finally settling at the curve of your hip. It’s a well worn path and comforting to him. He leans his cheek against yours and smiles when you squirm and whisper his name in gentle chiding.

“No, never that.” You lay your hand over his and brush the other through his loosely tied back hair, tucking in strands that have fallen out of place. He’s always had such lovely hair, strands of pure silver and soft as silk. “I want to know how much time I have left with you.”

“Dove…” he sighs. Exhausted, hesitant, resigned.

So it will be soon, maybe even tonight if you’re unlucky enough which always seems to be the case when it comes to him. Maybe it is selfish to want to have more time with him and foolish to want yourself to occupy his every thought and have him carry you in his heart wherever he goes. But love makes you foolish.

He cradles the back of your head when he feels you pull away. Stay.

“There’s a village in the south, Venzor, that has a problem with ghouls.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Tomorrow morning.”

Geralt looks at you, shifting to sit upright and angle himself toward you. The river's small waves lap at the sand and rocks, neither so much as moving under the force. Maybe if you dip your feet into the water and wade out to the current, the river could sweep you all the way to the end of the world. What a wonderful thought. It would be easier to go that way than by heartbreak.

“Are you upset?” He questions, but he knows you better than you know yourself. He doesn’t need to ask the question. So he flounders for something to say, because as much as he likes to disguise himself with indifference and disinterest, he does care too much. “You could come away with me.”

An appeasement.

You both know the answer to this. No. He would never take you with him, it’s too dangerous for you out on the road when you don’t know how to defend yourself and the danger it would do to your reputation for people to know you are following a Witcher across the world. Besides, you’re selfish. You don’t want to give up your comfortable life here, you want Geralt to give up the danger and hang up his swords and strip away the armor and medallion and join you in your garden. Teach him how to tend to the vegetables and your flowers, teach him how to knead bread the way your mother taught you to. You want to give him a home, a place where he belongs and is loved instead of living on the road and reviled by the people who request his help.

You want a normal life, one that he can share in.

“I am upset. But as long as you come back to me, I will be okay.”

***

It’s quiet when you finally come back to your home. The entire walk back is filled with only the fading sounds of water and the rustling of dead leaves at you feet.

He will leave in the morning. He was gone for four months and you barely get to spend two full days with him. Your heart lurches at the idea of another moment without him, even a full day makes you dizzy with grief, but you understand it. He has a job, an obligation to the world. Geralt is a protector and you could not ask him to give that up, otherwise everything he went through to become a Witcher would be in vain. Still, it would be nice to live that fantasy that plays in your mind when your bed is cold and loneliness settles into your bones.

You cradle his face in your hands, swaying in your spot and his arms tighten around your waist. His forehead pressed against yours as you hum a little tune you heard from a bard whose lovelorn song had made your heart clench. It’s all you need to tether you for a while, these small stolen moments. Maybe one day you’ll both come to your senses and realize that this isn’t something that you can hold onto. You can imagine him saying that he’s stolen all chance of you for a normal life when you begin to wrinkle and your hair begins to match his. You’d do it all over again for him in a heartbeat.

***

He wakes up earlier than he intended. The fire is starting to die and the black cat sits as close as it can to the fire, soaking up the warmth while it’s still alive.

You’re dead to the world at this point in the night. No matter how much he shifts on the mattress or how loud the coyotes get outside, you continue to dream. He hopes it’s happy, tranquil. An easy dream that will not make you wake with a fright and leave you unable to move until the fear subsides from your body. You told him once before that those dreams only happen when he’s not there and his presence, even to your subconscious, reminds you that you are safe when he is tucked in next to you.

He pulls your hand to cup his cheek. Only a few more hours until he departs from home and goes back to living on the road and roughing it for an indeterminate amount of time. People become even less generous to him when winter rolls around.

Perhaps he will return to you after this one job in Venzor and can come back to support you through the winter. He will have a warm bed and regular meals, no jostling from villagers or be casted out by the people he is trying to help. You will welcome him with open arms and invite him to hide away with you in the space you carved for yourself in the world.

#geralt of rivia x reader #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia imagine #geralt imagine #the witcher imagine #the witcher x reader #my writing #mediocre writing... AGAIN!

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manicmarsupial · 3 years

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Tiny Arthur

Sorry for the crappy title. My brain did a dumb and couldn’t think of anything better.

I think both @tiny-james and I are equally responsible for the shenaniganary that made me write this. I’m not happy with the last sentence, but whatever. On with the story

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Hosea Matthews has seen a lot of shit in his life, not to put too fine of a point on it. But this takes the cake. And he’s stone cold sober…this time.

His sharp eyes track what appears to be a miniature person dart across the floor of the grimy saloon. He keeps his eyes on it as it stays skirting along the walls.

When a group of people leave a table, the little person bolts under, grabbing crumbs from the floor and stashing them into a bag. Hosea leaves his untouched glass at the bar and puts on a drunkard act, making wobbling steps toward the table. With deft fingers, he fumbles through his pocket, spilling coins as he pays the bartender, ensuring some of the fallen change rolls under the table.

“Oh dear, I’m all thumbs, aren’t I?” he gives a drunken laugh as the bartender grunts in reply.

Hosea crouches down and grabs the coins he had dropped, making sure to scoop up the tiny being as well.

Using the well-practised dexterity of a lifelong pickpocket, he drops the coins into his pocket and keeps his new passenger securely within his hands.

He maintains the alcoholic fool act until he’s out of sight of the saloon, feeling tiny fists pummelling his palms the entire time.

Once he reaches a secluded area, he unfurls his hands, his own eyes meeting the frightened blue ones of a teenager no bigger than his thumb.

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At first, Hosea thought he was dreaming. It would have been convincing but for the slight weight in his hands. For once in his life, the eloquent silver-tongued con man is speechless.

“My word…” is all he manages to whisper after a long pause.

He moves his hands slightly closer to his face to get a better look at the tiny teenager, who unfortunately appears even more terrified by the slight movement.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” Hosea attempts to calm the small person in his hands.

Based on the fact the poor teenager is taking panicked breaths, it’s not working. Gently tipping the tiny human into one hand, Hosea rummages through his satchel and pulls out a broken bar of chocolate. He snaps an even smaller piece off and offers it to the frightened person, who backs away shaking his head.

“Take it. You must be hungry,” Hosea holds his hand flat, the small piece of chocolate resting on his fingertips.

The tiny teenager shakes his head again, but his stomach betrays him with a grumble which Hosea actually hears. The teen pouts and takes the chocolate. Hosea gives a slight smile as a look of delight passes over the tiny features as the teen gorges the chocolate.

It doesn’t take much thought for Hosea to decide that he’s going to take care of this tiny, half starved street kid. All that remains is gaining his trust. He waits until the teen finishes the chocolate.

“I’m just going to put you in my pocket. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe,” without waiting for an answer, Hosea slips the miniature human into his shirt pocket, feeling the little hands scrabble for purchase on his palms.

Quickly righting himself after dropping into the pocket, he begins fighting, attempting to escape the confining material.

It nearly breaks Hosea’s heart how averse this teenager is to kindness yet makes him set in his determination to care for the young man. He calls for his horse, trying to ignore the tiny fists punching his ribs. Mounting up, he sets his horse to a gentle trot, trying not to jostle his tiny passenger too much.

Sometime during the trip, the fighting stopped, replaced by faint soft snoring. The tiny teen exhausted himself, Hosea restrains the urge to laugh lest the shake wakes up his passenger.

After setting up camp in a secluded area, Hosea gently takes the tiny human out of his pocket. The teen grumbles, beginning to stir. Hosea softly brushes the teen’s dark blond hair with his finger, lulling the small person back to sleep. Using a glove and his neckerchief as a makeshift bed, he places the sleeping figure down before settling in for the night himself.

Arthur sits bolt upright. The last thing he remembers is being captured and dropped into a human’s pocket. Part of him wished the human had outright killed him, get it done quickly. But why give him chocolate? Red flags go off in Arthur’s mind. Maybe giving him a false sense of security before torturing him. Humans aren’t as nice as all that.

That didn’t explain why the human gave him a glove and a scarf as a fairly comfortable bed. He whirls around at a soft noise, biting back a yelp upon seeing the human frighteningly close to him. Although the man is asleep, he still towers over Arthur. Choosing not to linger, Arthur wriggles out of the glove.

Only a few steps and he pauses in thought. He was at his most vulnerable. Not only asleep, but asleep in a human’s pocket. Yet here he was, unharmed and in comfort. Ever wary of humans, Arthur turns to leave.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” a booming voice makes him jump and whirl around

The human is awake and sitting up.

“Why not?” Arthur demands with more bravery than he felt.

“You gonna hunt me down?”

“Me? Nah. I’d be more worried about coyotes,” the human sounds calm, almost friendly.

A chill goes through Arthur’s spine at the mention of those carnivores.

“I don’t much like coyotes…humans neither,” Arthur mumbles.

“Can’t say I blame you,” the human chuckles.

Arthur almost smiles. The human’s laugh seems so genuine.

“Ah, where are my manners?” the human exclaims.

“I’m Hosea Matthews. You got a name?”

“…Arthur”

“A good, strong name,” Hosea smiles.

Arthur stands still in confusion. This human, Hosea, is simply talking to him, making no attempt to harm him. Everything he’s heard about humans being cruel, soulless, Hosea is being anything but.

“You got family?” Hosea’s question interrupts Arthur’s thoughts.

Arthur shakes his head.

“Not anymore”

“I’m sorry,” Hosea replies softly.

“s’not your fault,” Arthur mutters.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“Humans caught ‘em. I never saw them again,” Arthur trembles as he holds back a sob.

He stares at the ground avoiding looking at Hosea.

As Hosea studies the tiny form of Arthur, he wants nothing more than to embrace and tell him he’ll be okay. As Arthur trembles, Hosea slowly places his hand behind the tiny teenager and gently strokes his back, hesitating as Arthur flinches.

“Hey, it’s alright. You’ll be okay, Arthur,” Hosea croons.

Arthur leans into Hosea’s hand, then buries his face into the older man’s palm, quietly sobbing. He doesn’t flinch as huge fingers wrap carefully around him.

“If you want, you can come with me.”

Arthur wipes his eyes and looks up.

“Is it safe?” he asks.

“Well, no. I have the law constantly after me.”

Arthur looks worried.

“But you’ll be safer from animals and being trod on,” Hosea digs through his satchel, taking out the chocolate bar, breaking off a piece.

“You’ll be better fed too,” he holds out the tidbit.

“Unless you’d rather keep having stale saloon leftovers.” Hosea smiles.

Arthur thinks about this. Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s taken the food from Hosea, then clambers into the older man’s palm, munching the chocolate.

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It’s fair to say neither Hosea nor Arthur had planned their day to end up like this. It took a lot of negotiation for Hosea to think of a safe place for the much smaller Arthur that the teen was comfortable with. His pocket would’ve been too restrictive and riding on his hat would be too unsteady.

Arthur wakes up due to the noise Hosea was making packing up the camp.

“Good sleep, Arthur?” he smiles.

Arthur responds with a noncommittal grunt.

“We’ve got a long day’s ride ahead of us,” Hosea stands up, lifting the camp accessories onto his horse.

Arthur’s voice catches in his throat as the human stands to his full height. He knew humans were big, but to be so close to such a towering figure made Arthur’s stomach churn, terrifying him slightly. Seeing the human so casually lift up a bundle hundreds of times heavier and larger than he was. He shudders at the thought of what the human could do to him with strength like that.

Arthur flinches as Hosea turns around to face him, heart pounding as the human’s ground-shaking footfalls approach. He trembles a little as Hosea’s huge form crouches down.

“Ready to go, Arthur?” Hosea holds out his hand next to Arthur.

He nods and climbs onto the hand before him.

“Careful now. Hold on,” Hosea warns.

Arthur wraps his arms around Hosea’s thumb, the wind rushing through his hair as the human stands up. Awe fills his face as he looks around.

“You okay there?” Hosea asks softly.

“Y…yeah. Everything looks so different from here,” Arthur mutters.

“Hmm, I suppose it does. I haven’t given it much thought,” Hosea muses.

He moves his hand near his neck where there is a slight gap by his scarf.

“Go on, hop in, Arthur.”

Arthur slides off the hand, landing on Hosea’s shoulder. It’s not a bad spot. He can easily hide and see what’s going on. The scarf provides a nice wall against the chill breeze, and the human’s body heat is creating a nice warm area wrapped by the scarf.

Arthur’s slightly startled when he’s practically squashed against Hosea’s neck by the older man’s hand. He yelps as he feels a wide swinging motion, then a steady clopping. The pressure of the hand releases.

“You alright there, Arthur?” the closeness to Hosea’s booming voice, Arthur gives a frightened squeak.

“Sorry. I didn’t want you to fall while I mounted up,” Hosea apologises.

“’s alright. I’ll be fine,” Arthur mutters, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Why do you have the law after you?” Arthur pipes up.

He won’t admit that he likes this spot. He can still talk to Hosea without shouting, being seated below the man’s ear.

“My friend and I steal valuables from people who can afford to lose them.”

“Then what?”

“We give it to people who need it.”

“Why would the law chase you for that?”

“It’s complicated. Rich people don’t like having their stuff stolen, much less being given to the poor. The people who are supposed to keep the law…well…they like money. Whoever has the most money, has the law on their side,” Hosea explains.

“Humans are confusing,” Arthur replies.

‘My dear boy, you just said a cotton-pickin’ mouthful,” Hosea chuckles, the shaking of his chest jostling Arthur.

There hadn’t been much sound nor movement from the tiny person snuggled on Hosea’s shoulder. He was still there. Hosea could feel Arthur huddled under his scarf. Carefully turning his head, he sees the teen sound asleep, curled up under his shirt collar. He smiles and lightly brushes some stray locks away from Arthur’s eyes with his finger.

Arthur stretches with a groan. It only slightly shocks him that he’s right next to a human. If he were honest with himself, he should be worried at how quickly he got used to it.

“Comfortable there?” Hosea asks with a smile.

“No,” Arthur lies, yawning.

“You think we should stop for some food?” Hosea asks.

“I suppose,” Arthur mutters.

“Hold on then,” Hosea dismounts when he feels Arthur grab the scarf.

He takes his hat off and holds his hand up to his shoulder. Arthur clambers onto Hosea’s palm, holding on as the human places him on top of the hat.

“You will be safe there while I set up the fire,” Hosea gives Arthur a friendly smile.

Arthur had seen fire before, but never like this. Normally raging through a building, however in this case, slowly licking at some dry wood. The flickering was mesmerising and soothing.

“Arthur?” Hosea’s voice brings him back to reality.

“Hmm?”

‘I asked if you’ve ever tried rabbit.”

“Uh…no…”

“Now’s your chance.”

Arthur wouldn’t admit it to Hosea, but seeing the human rip apart the rabbit with his bare hands so easily honestly scared him, an uneasy feeling in his stomach as Hosea impales the chunk of meat with a knife. Continuing to remind Arthur of his insignificance alongside the towering human. He shudders despite the warmth of the fire. The sun has some bite to it, yet the chill seeps into his bones as he sits in Hosea’s looming shadow. Arthur quickly turns to face the fire, distracting himself from his terrifying thought processes,

“That should do it,” Hosea sits up, testing the meat tenderness with his fingers.

He slices off a sliver and hands it to Arthur. The tiny teen cautiously takes it, warily sinking his teeth into it. Admittedly it tastes quite nice, if a little weird.

“So, what do you think?” Arthur hadn’t realised Hosea was watching for his reaction.

“It’s alright, I suppose,” Arthur mutters.

He can’t help but look up as the human takes a bite of the rabbit meat. The chunk bitten off, he notices, is almost four times his size. His blood feels like it turned to ice seeing Hosea’s jaw move, his teeth probably bigger than Arthur’s head, no doubt mashing the meat into a pulp. He shudders at how easily this human could eat him, a mere snack, barely enough to fill his stomach.

Arthur feels the blood run from his face as he watches the mush descend as a lump down Hosea’s throat, disappearing under his collar, on its way to the digestive system.

“Arthur, you okay? You’ve gone pale,” Hosea looks concerned.

“I’m fine,” Arthur mumbles.

“We shall see,” Hosea says, reaching a finger toward Arthur.

‘Whoa, what are you doing?” Arthur protests.

“Relax, dear boy. I’m just seeing if you have a temperature.”

Arthur pouts as Hosea presses the pad of his finger to Arthur’s forehead.

“A bit low, but nothing to be alarmed about. Don’t want you to get sick,” Hosea scoops up the teen, gently depositing him between his neck and scarf.

Arthur holds on to the plush material as the huge form of Hosea packs up the camp and mounts onto the horse.

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“Now, my friend may be loud and scary looking, but he won’t hurt you,” Hosea explains.

“But what if he does?” Arthur hesitates.

Hosea turns to face the tiny figure of Arthur.

“You can stay with me if you feel safer that way,” Hosea suggests.

Arthur nods and snuggles against Hosea’s neck as he approaches a campsite. Dismounting and securing his horse to a hitching post, he puts his hand to his shoulder.

“Come on, Arthur,” he urges softly.

Reluctantly Arthur climbs onto the offered hand, holding on to Hosea’s thumb as the human walks to a tent in the middle of the campsite using one hand to shield Arthur.

“Hey, Dutch,” Hosea calls to the man sitting under the tent.

Looking through the gaps between Hosea’s fingers, Arthur can see another man sitting down reading.

“Welcome back ‘Sea. Anything good?” the man looks up.

“Well, I may have found a new gang member,” Hosea replies.

“Really? You only went to scope out targets. Where are they, then?”

Heaving a sigh, Hose opens his hands to reveal Arthur to his friend.

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Arthur thought he had mentally prepared himself enough to meet another human. He was wrong. This new man had an air of darkness surrounding him, whether due to his clothing choice, or the fact he was looking at Arthur like prey, just as a hawk or a snake studies a mouse. The smile Dutch suddenly makes doesn’t make Arthur feel any better. In fact, Arthur’s survival instincts kick in, and he goes to hide. The only place he can go is under Hosea’s shirt sleeve, causing a yelp from the older man as Arthur climbs up, stopping and hanging on for dear life near Hosea’s elbow.

‘I take it you didn’t expect that?” Dutch’s laugh thunders in Arthur’s ears.

“I didn’t expect him to be that scared of you, Dutch,” Hosea’s voice rumbles beside Arthur.

“You want to try saying ‘hello’ to Dutch again. You don’t have to go that close to him,” Hosea whispers.

Dutch smacks his friend’s arm.

It doesn’t take long for Arthur to poke his head out from under Hosea’s sleeve, then crawling onto the human’s palm, clutching the shirt material like a security blanket.

“Arthur, this is Dutch. Dutch, Arthur,” Hosea introduces, gesturing with his free hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, young man. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Dutch greets formally.

Arthur nods in acknowledgement, slightly tightening his grip on Hosea’s cuff. He can’t help but suspect that Dutch is a conniving sort.

#Red Dead Redemption 2 #RDR2 #RDR2 G/t #Arthur Morgan #but he's tiny #Hosea Matthews #totally would kidnap a tiny little malnourished street kid #only to take care of him #Dutch Van Der Linde #scares the poor little kid #The Curious Couple and their Unruly (tiny) Son #has a nice ring to it #Why do I make everything I touch G/t?#I can't help it #G/t #Giant/tiny #Giant #tiny

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plummyplums · 3 years

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Just for @zizzyhopps, here’s my current assortment of Wick headcanons

General

There was never a demon. No changelings, no fae, no nothing. Everything was caused by Mary’s abuse and inability to accept her mistakes.

The twins’ masks are both worn to cover scars from the same incident. They were walking back from the wood shed and were attacked by a bear/coyotes/some wild animal. With both of them being unable to run (Tom’s leg, Tim’s asthma), they were kinda screwed. Thankfully, Tim always carries his knife, so they had a bit of defense. It didn’t take too long for John to show up and shoot the attacer, but both of the twins were quite hurt. They both have scars on their faces. Tom was very self-conscious about it and seeing the scars tended to make him upset, so Tim made them matching masks to make him more comfortable.

In short: Tim is smart, creative, and very protective; Tom is shy, creative, and emotional; Benny is kind, humble, and protective; Caleb is active, kind, and stubborn; Lillian is lively, mature, and sweet.

Both Twins

12-13

Were born premature and very small, no one was sure they’d survive

Quite sickly

They always react the same way; the one who’s healthy will be all worried and fussy, the one who’s sick will be grouchy about being sick.

Both artists; Tim likes to sculpt and carve, Tom likes writing and drawing.

Tim

Name is Timas Weaver

Reversal of Thomas

Asthmatic

Extremely protective of Tom

Like, “stabbing people with his whittling knife for bothering Tom” sort of protective

Left-handed

Aggressive and cold with most people, soft with Tom and Lilly

Smartest of the kids

Autistic

Low empathy

Special interest in whittling/woodwork

Despises messy spaces

Easily attached to objects (his mask, his knife, John’s gas mask)

Hates eye contact

Hates loud noise

Shutdowns, he’ll find a place to sit and quietly explode

Also got polio when Tom did, but was asymptomatic

Likes climbing trees, running, doing physical stuff

Carves things for his sibs; mostly bunnies and other toys for Lilly. His favorite things that he’s ever made will always be the masks, just due to how much work he put into them and how it helped him and Tom.

Death: Asthma attack

As a ghost

Constantly wheezing, as if he can’t catch his breath

Skin is distinctly cold

Tom

Name is Tomothy Weaver

Reversal of Timothy

Had spinal polio as a baby, leading to weak muscles and limited mobility

His left leg is weak, and he has less dexterity in his fingers, leading to his poor handwriting

Wears a brace on his left leg, can’t balance very well or can’t stand for long without it

Always worried about Tim

“No! You can’t run! But if you do, wait for me, if you have trouble breathing I need to be there to help you”

Claustrophobic

Shy and sad

Almost never approaches people on his own

Soft and emotional

Prone to crying when he’s upset

Autistic

Low empathy

Likes scratchy, sharp sounds

Easily attached to objects (his mask, his rattle)

Hates eye contact

Meltdowns, he cries really hard and only Tim’s allowed to touch him

Loves reading and writing stories, but is self-conscious about it

Death: Fell from the bridge

As a ghost

Can talk, but usually doesn’t. On rare occasions he can be found talking to Tim or Lilly in a quiet, painful-sounding voice.

Skin is distinctly cold

Constantly cracking and popping from his broken bones moving

Lillian

Her bros are allowed to call her Lilly

Iconic sweet baby

Loves teasing and playing pranks

Caleb is her fav sibling, being the closest to her in age and really the only one she can relate to, with Benny being so religious and the twins being hidden away

Enjoys singing and wanted to learn to cook

Death: Dropped Honey Bunny in the well, drowned trying to get it back

As a ghost

Constantly floating through the air, it looks like she’s swimming

Her voice is echo-y

When upset, she may be dripping wet

Benny

Humble, incredibly kind

A bit reserved, though not nearly as much as Tom

Tries to mimic Mary, though a bit nicer. He’s stern but gentle with Lilly and Caleb, but is wary of the twins

Mary told him they were demons

Dyslexic

Total Mama’s boy

Very responsible; never breaks rules, always does his chores, does his best to be a good big brother

Death: Undetermined, died in his sleep

As a ghost

The most “alive-passing” out of the kids

Can’t help but fall asleep often

Very conflicted that none of them went to heaven or hell

Caleb

Track star

Loves to be outside

Kind, outgoing

Extroverted as heck, he hates being stuck alone/inside

A bit self-centered

A bit feisty, kinda stubborn

Death: Buried alive by Mary, reasoning undetermined

As a ghost

Brags about being the coolest ghost

Can still see, despite not having eyes, but not as good as in life. Mostly relies on hearing and feeling the player through the ground.

Voice is crackly and dry

Feel free to send me DMs or asks about Wick, I’m always excited to talk about my kiddos and the lore!

#wick (2015)#wick hellbent games #wick game #tim weaver #tom weaver #benny weaver #lillian weaver #caleb weaver #long post #tw child death #tw murder #tw religion

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 267: My Name Is

Previously on BnHA: Hawks stabbed Twice in the back of the head. Twice stabbed another guy in the back of the head. Everyone’s just running around stabbing or being stabbed. I should probably clarify that Twice actually died, because this is a shounen manga, so sometimes you have to clarify that this particular stabbing was actually fatal. Not just one of those flesh wound stabbings. Anyway so it was super sad, and now Dabi’s gonna face off with the sexy scarred murderous Hawks, and Toga and Compress are also going to be feeling a bit stabby after all this probably, and so that’s the general mood here I guess. I kind of need a break now so I’m wondering if we’re gonna cut to any of the kids. Because if we stick around Horikoshi may actually have to give us Dabi flashbacks. God forbid.

Today on BnHA: Tokoyami has a flashback to when Hawks told him he’s weak to being set on fire. This terrible thought weighs on his mind as he and the other lads and lasses of U.A.’s child soldier vanguard are escorted away from the battle via Fatgum and his absolute goat of a quirk. Dabi is all “:D you killed Twice, I’m gonna set you on fire repeatedly now” and Hawks is all “ffff no that’s my weakness also WHO ARE YOU” and WE GET SOME HAWKS FLASHBACKS?! and then Dabi is all “:DDDDDD [CENSORED]” and it’s literally fucking censored fuck my life. but also !!! because he actually fucking said it, though?? He really went and revealed it just like that?? And now Hawks knows, and he’s all shocked, and Dabi goes to kill him afterwards but TOKOYAMI IS ALL “ON YOUR LEFT!!!!” and OH SHIT. Also Endeavor saves Miruko so DOUBLE OH SHIT. Oh my god. I’m sorry this summary is all over the place but I can barely type a coherent sentence now so just TAKE THESE EXCLAMATION POINTS AND GO!!! SPREAD THE WORD. BE FREE.

everyone before we begin I would just like to tell you about my discovery this week. I learned that when I type the word “Dabi” on my phone the next word that the keyboard predicts is “flashbacks.” google keyboard is on to me. so now the FBI and the CIA and whoever else google is selling all my data to all know. I can only imagine. “she seems to spend an inordinate amount of time talking about ‘Dabi flashbacks.’ what’s a Dabi.” I’ll tell you what a Dabi is. it’s a guy whose fucking flashbacks we never fucking get that’s what

anyway so let’s read this chapter whose spoiler tags have already been filling up my dashboard, which is always a good sign. who will die this week? Horikoshi please have mercy on us in light of recent real life global events. maybe you can just have everyone abruptly decide that they are all done fighting and want to go home

-- GOD BLESS US EVERYONE

who could have known, years ago when the very first mangaka was drawing the very first color page, that this medium would one day soar to such great heights. who could have imagined that we would one day be witness to this masterwork, this magnificent fucking triumph of a colored manga page. holy shit. I will cherish this always

for real you all think I’m joking but I genuinely don’t want to scroll down lol. let’s just stay with Miruko forever. where it is safe. and sexy. goddammit

OH SURE, THEY GIVE US HAWKS FLASHBACKS

anyways but lol

guys. we’ve been over this. fire is everyone’s weakness. just. I’m not quite sure people like Hawks and Kamui Woods actually grasp that. do they think normal people catch on fire and they’re just “oh, this is actually all right.” also, side note kids, please don’t use this answer if this ever comes up during a job interview

wow

what a gamechanging plan of action. don’t catch on fire. Toko write that down

WOW

you guys. YOU GUYS. IT GOT BETTER

who could have known, years ago when the very first mangaka was drawing the very first gag panel, that this format would one day ascend to such lofty summits. who could have envisaged that we would one day behold such a showpiece, such a grand fucking slam of a joke panel in a shounen manga

anyway Horikoshi sure does love his English portmanteaus. I’m kind of stunned by how great this is you guys. but getting back to more serious observations, all I can say is thank fucking god somebody is actually thinking of the children! nothing terrible had better happen to them or I swear!!

so Fatgum is explaining that the plan was to have them use their respective quirks to help take out a bunch of bad guys at once, and that the grown-ups will now proceed to rope them all in and capture them. and dammit, I was trying to avoid having to post the panel because it takes forever if I post a lot of them, but I just noticed Mt. Lady over there stomping fools in the background and so now I have no choice

A+ chapter so far you guys. 5 stars. keep it up

one-and-a-half year-old Kaminari Denki has already fallen asleep. he wishes he could live there. I wish I had the words to adequately convey how utterly delighted I have been by this entire “everyone rides around in Fatgum’s belly” mini-arc, which is now my favorite part of the entire series (as always with the exception of “Dear Midoriya I’m really sorry”)

and I also just really love the timing of it?? right after the “here’s that angst you ordered” emotional sobfest of the last chapter, we’re taking a quick break to cut back to the Fatgum Express (excuse me, Fataxi) just to keep things from getting too heavy. this is such an important balance to strike. please don’t let this arc get too dark, Horikoshi

oh shit

right, Dabi?? but I’ve had an entire week to process my feelings about it and I’m more or less good now! how are you

not particularly great, then

and also, fuck. so Horikoshi was gracious enough not to show Twice’s murdered body even though he confirmed he was indeed killed (so apologies to anyone who was still holding out hope. it sucks but at least we’ve got closure). first he cuts off the bottom of the panel, and then he has Dabi literally cremate him on the fucking spot. there’s really going to be nothing left at all of him or any of the clones. I’m just gonna sit here and try not to think about that or else I’ll get sad all over again

anyway, so also Hawks’s wings have been totally incinerated now it looks like, and he’s just barely yeeting himself out of the way with whatever he’s got left

boy this is getting rough

love how Horikoshi is avoiding showing Dabi’s face!! that was sarcasm by the way because I don’t love it! he pulls this shit all the time with Bakugou too! show us their emotions dammit!

anyway. how kind of Dabi to stomp out Hawks’s flames for him like that. you see. they’re still friends

HOLY SHIT

APPARENTLY IT IS??? I GUESS WE ALL GRIEVE DIFFERENTLY LMAO. SOME PEOPLE GET SAD AND CRY AND OTHERS JUST GET REALLY SCARY AND CRAZY

like. not to nitpick or anything, but your tear glands are actually located above your eyes. maybe he means his tear ducts. also I’m not a doctor or anything and I can barely name like three bones actually so maybe I should just shut up!

anyways though, out of courtesy let’s just take Dabi at his word that grinning like a deranged lunatic is a perfectly normal response to watching your friend get murdered by your sexy archenemy. who is to say

and what exactly is your dream again? to make Stain’s will a reality or something like that? so purging the world of false heroes I guess?

DAMMIT DABI FIRE IS HIS WEAKNESS

most people would at least scream, wouldn’t they? Hawks??? does that not hurt??!

DSFKJSL:DKGHLSDKGHL

no!! I won’t be fooled!! Horikoshi and Dabi flashbacks is like Wile E. Coyote and painting a fake tunnel onto a cliffside! don’t be conned by his deceitful forced perspective!

LOL YOU SEE

apparently this man really will do anything to keep us from getting a Dabi flashback, even if that means giving us Hawks flashbacks instead lmao. WELL SHOOT. OH DARN. POOR US. WE’LL JUST HAVE TO SETTLE try not to look too happy guys he can sense satisfaction

anyway so here’s baby Hawks

okay, so -- does fandom still hate Hawks. like, I haven’t checked the bnha tag much since this weekend so I don’t know if the general consensus is still “yeah he’s cancelled” or if we’re cooling down at all yet? anyway so I apologize if liking Hawks is still A Wrong Thing To Do, but just fyi he’s still adopted and I haven’t unadopted him and I love him unconditionally even though he’s in timeout. and so now that Baby Hawks has appeared to rival all other Baby Characters (BABY YODA WATCH YOUR SIX!!) with his lil wings and his Endeavor plush and his quiet lil nodding head, I just need you all to know that I would die for him without hesitation and that’s just how it is friends

(ETA: also, jesus christ. “Keigo-kun, you can say goodbye to your name from now on!" I’m surprised they didn’t assign him a fucking number. what the fuck. time for some grueling training, lab rat #184. better get ready. jesus. he’s like 7.)

sdlkfjLSDGHOSIDFOIOOIIO

THE MAN THAT -- WHAT. WELL HOT DAMN, TAKAMI THEORISTS! GO ON AND GIVE YOURSELVES A BIG PAT ON THE BACK. YOU EARNED IT.

snap. gotta calm down. too much hype all of a sudden. easy does it

OH ARE YOU KIDDING ME THAT’S IT??

noooo go back. fuck

and how the hell do you still have eyebrows, Hawks. how are you still even alive, let alone sexy. is fire your weakness?? is it really??! WELCOME TO BNHA THE MANGA WHERE ANYONE CAN SURVIVE ANYTHING. EXCEPT FOR BEING KILLED OFF-SCREEN AFTER WEEKS AND WEEKS OF BUILDUP

WHAT THE MONUMENTAL FUCK

HORIKOSHI WHERE ARE YOU I’M READY AND WILLING TO VIOLATE SOCIAL DISTANCING RIGHT NOW TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE SO COME ON

what the fuck. is this a Tarantino movie. or an Eminem song. anyway but we all know what he actually said though so let’s just scroll down and see how Hawks is going to take the news

oh my. I suddenly understand Dabi’s “grinning like a lunatic” reaction to witnessing a tragedy now. ohhhhhh that’s the good angst right there

so now Dabi says that if he wasn’t Hawks’s target in the beginning, then Hawks “would’ve been done for from the start”? ...what. lol what. am I just too tired to understand this you guys. I’m so confused

okay well I still have no fucking clue what that all meant but on the next panel he’s saying that Hawks shouldn’t have been focusing on Tomura or the League

is he suggesting that he has the power to bring down the hero system by revealing that he, the son of Endeavor, was made into a villain? am I reading into this right?

holy moses. I can’t believe this is really happening. this plotline is finally on the move oh my god I can’t even I’m getting way too excited I can’t??

HEY WHAT

well it matters to me you big melodramatic jerk!! don’t even pretend like you’re really gonna do it. I have zero fear of Hawks actually dying right now, not after that. there is way too much plot attached to him, gtfo with this fakeout shit

but more importantly, why the fuck are we cutting to Gigantomachia now oh shit. don’t tell me Fatgum got the babies out of there just in time

FUCK ME I NEARLY SCREAMED OUT LOUD

HE CAN BE ACTIVATED BY THE RECORDING OF AFO!! SOMEONE HAS THE FUCKING ON SWITCH IN THEIR HANDS OH SHIT, THERE’S THE DISASTER WE WERE ALL FUCKING WAITING FOR RIGHT THERE

WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO MIRUKO NOW??? CAN THIS CHAPTER GET ANY MORE HYPE MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS

let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies hit the [deep breath] FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO --

OH NO!?

okay like any reasonable person I am very concerned by the implications of this. and yet a part of me just wants to focus entirely on the “AM I GETTING TIRED AFTER LOSING AN ARM AND A SHITLOAD OF BLOOD AND FIGHTING FIVE NOUMUS ALL BY MYSELF FOR LIKE AN HOUR? ...NAH.” you’re absolutely right Miruko that would be ridiculous

ARE YOU SERIOUS

either she’s about to die and she knows it, or SHE WAS JUST TOYING WITH THEM WHAAAAT. I genuinely don’t even know which it is?? but it better not be the former and it absolutely is the latter though

GOSH DARN THAT MIRUKO

THERE SHE GOES. MY CZARINA

excuse me did this guy just fucking impale her

SHE ONLY HAS THE ONE GOOD HAND LEFT LIKE CAN YOU PLEASE. can you fucking not, though?! and also I forgot that being impaled through the torso is another thing in this series that’s actually fatal. well fuck

(ETA: also he ripped out her hair!! look here you piece of shit I’m gonna --)

lmao but yeah, somehow

Horikoshi. if you kill off your one cool strong top ten female hero character. just so you know. I will. ...you know what, just don’t do it, how about that. just don’t

ohhhhhh I might be about to get really mad you guys. we’ll see. we’lllllll see

SON OF A BITCH

GODDAMMIT, OBVIOUSLY TOMURA CAN’T FUCKING DIE SO WHY DON’T YOU FUCK OFF WITH THIS ENTIRE SCENARIO YOU’RE PRESENTING TO US RIGHT NOW HORIKOSHI, HOW ABOUT THAT. fuck everything I can’t believe chapter 267 page 16 was the last page of the entire manga you guys. tell me I’m reading way too much into this

ffffff

you literally had the perfect chapter. Fataxi!! Baby Hawks!! censored Touya reveals!! why would you go and. ...

I knew it was a mistake reading past that amazing color page you guys

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD I DIDN’T SCREAM BUT I SAID “HA HA!” OUT LOUD?!

-- AND AGAIN!!!!!

YOU WANT SOME??? YOU WANT SOME?!?!

FUCK YES. EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRACK OPEN THE WINDOW AND SHOUT SOME EARNEST “WOOOOOOO!!”S DOWN UNTO THE CONFUSED STREETS BELOW

y’all. I was this close to cancelling every damn thing. you don’t even know. my god I think I was grinding my teeth there

“you know what this manga has had quite enough of as of last week? tragic deaths! you know what it has not had nearly enough of? dramatic last minute saves! you know what it hasn’t had any of? TOKOYAMI VERSUS DABI, A.K.A. YOUR NEW FAVORITE MATCH-UP OF ALL TIME, YOU’RE FUCKING WELCOME.” geez. calm down Horikoshi. be cool man be cool

you guys. it was almost perfect, and then it wasn’t, and then it very much was. my god. how did I not see that Tokoyami save coming with all that buildup in hindsight. clearly he saw the fire on page four and was all “oh no! his weakness”

only thing is. it’s yours too, bud. :/ don’t think I’ve forgotten how this all played out during the forest arc. and meanwhile on top of that we’ve got Gigantomachia about to have the rudest of awakenings. goddammit. why is everything so dangerous and so awesome thanks I love it but geez

#bnha 267 #dabi #hawks #tokoyami fumikage #miruko #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste spoiler recap #makeste reads bnha #plot twist he wasn't actually revealing his name in that panel #he was just unleashing a tirade of vicious cursing #that's why hawks looks so shocked afterwards #really touya #this is a kid's manga

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sunmoontruth-stiles · 3 years

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Can I request an interaction between void stiles and Malia

Ok I was going to save this until I finished the accompanying art, but my drawing schedule is so bad rn. I really enjoyed this one. I definitely feel like a true interaction between the nogitsune and Malia would have been so interesting. I will say though, small warning about this, it’s not super pleasant. All hurt, no comfort ya know?

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When Malia left Eichen, she knew one thing; she had to help Stiles. In reality, she barely knew him. He'd helped Scott, an annoyingly moral true alpha that was a bit too altruistic for her taste, shift her back from how she'd been stuck for so long. Malia wasn't used to being human. Interacting with people was harder than she expected. She was aggressive and couldn't communicate for awhile. Maybe that's why her dad had been convinced to send her away to that place.

It hurt. When he signed those papers and left her. Malia didn't leave her room for two weeks, refusing to talk and growling at anyone who dared enter her space. When she finally did leave, it was all so confusing for her. The people were absolutely insane, but at least they didn't bother her too much. The endless therapy did help her communication skills. She was just starting to accept her new existence of endless repetitive days, and she was learning that life was just new ways for the world to screw you over. Then he showed up.

Stiles looked like shit. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, fidgeting, and yelling about needing to leave. Before she could think, she was on him. She punched him and intended to get all her anger with the world out on him, but they dragged her off and shot her up with yet another tranquilizer. The familiar weight spread over her limbs and the world went dark.

Malia quickly realized there was something wrong with him. Stiles was unusually on edge when she saw him around Eichen. Eventually, she helped him escape. Malia still wasn't exactly sure why she cared. Maybe she just wanted to believe there were good people in the world after all.

Sleeping with Stiles seemed like a good way to calm him down at the time. She'd been a coyote for eight years, and confidence in her own skin came with that. She liked him, maybe not romantically, but he felt safe and that was enough.

Malia tracked Scott, she had enough information to find him fairly easily. She passed along the information, and he seemed grateful. She wasn't sure what to do next. Scott seemed to pick up on her hesitation and maybe Stiles' scent on her.

"Do you... do you want to help us?" Scott asked her cautiously. He didn't know her well, didn't know if he could trust her, but Scott was always quick to see the best in people. Malia, not so much. She starred at him, searching his face for any signs of deceit or other intentions.

"I want to help Stiles," she said firmly, a simple clarification, but it was an important one. Scott nodded and caught her up on Stiles' situation.

He was possessed. A fox had their hold on him. She'd met the man fighting back, and she saw the toll it was taking on him. Malia knew he wouldn't last long.

She'd interacted with foxes before during her time as a coyote. They were cunning creatures, very tricky and hard to catch.

Malia left without an explanation, leaving Scott confused and slightly irritated. He probably figured she'd decided not to help them, but she never said she would. She wanted to help Stiles.

She tracked his scent, scouring all over town through the night. Eventually, around four in the morning, she found him. As she approached, she questioned that fact. Whatever this was, it wasn't Stiles, and it found her.

He sat calming, hands clasped between his knees, and a smile settled on his face. His eyes were dark. That warm, sunny brown was now cold and flat. The deep purple rings were set around his eyes, cheeks slightly gaunt, and his skin looked sickly. Malia wondered how he could have changed so quickly.

"Malia, glad you finally made it. It took you long enough. Those sharp senses sure have dulled down," his voice was laced with amusement. He was mocking her. Malia's brow furrowed. She held a safe distance.

"You're the fox. The one that stole Stiles' body," Malia said flatly. He only smirked.

"Stole is such a strong word. I prefer repurposing," he got to his feet and strolled over to her. Malia stood rigidly. He moved with purposeful, smooth movements. Everything about him was so different than Stiles.

She growled, eyes glowing blue. He only laughed.

"Oh Malia, don't lose your temper. They'll lock you up again. Poor feral little coyote. Killed her mommy and baby sister. Do you think daddy knows? Wonders why you're the only one who walked away? Wonders where you've been for eight years? Maybe he sees it in your eyes. The eyes of a killer. The monster that murdered his family," the fox smiled wickedly, using Stiles' face like a mask. Malia's eyes widened. Without hesitation he reached out, gripping her arm tightly. She winced. Black veins stretched down him arm and up his neck. He let out a relieved sigh.

"Oh that's the good stuff. All that torment and guilt. Your pain is deep and aged," he looked at her with such satisfaction. Malia looked at him with horror.

"Stiles..." she whispered softly, hoping to see any familiarity in the face just inches from her own.

"Isn't here sweetie," his voice was sickeningly condescending. Her face hardened, and she glared daggers. "What? Were you hoping to track me down, whisper his name like a prayer, and he'd just push his way out for you? You thought you meant more than his best friend? More than the girl he'd been in love with for years? More than his father? Malia, you were a simple screw in a mental institution as his lowest point. He's not gonna come running back to the crazy girl who went through puberty as a dog." The fox laughed in her face.

Malia tried to pull away from his grasp, his fingers only tightened. She willed her claws to come out but her hands only shook in fear.

"God you're useless aren't you? Can't even shift anymore. I bet you can't heal the same either..." he tilted his head and looked down at her arm. He twisted his wrist and forced Malia to the ground in front of him. His cold eyes looked down at her. She winced and let out a soft whine.

"He'll get out. Stiles is stronger than you. You underestimate him, and that's why you'll lose," her voice was like venom.

His face twisted with anger. The fox's eyes seemed to darken in a shadow of rage. Malia looked up with pride and spite.

"Stronger than me? I'm thousands of years old. I can't be killed. Stiles will whither and die in his own mind. He's fighting a war. I'm playing a game!" he screamed with unfiltered hatred and ferocity. Malia just smiled up at him, and she let out a sharp laugh. His eyes looked like they were aflame. He struck her down with his free hand, and Malia hit the ground with a hard Smack.

She pressed her palms into the cool concrete, digging her nails into the rough surface. Malia laughed, blood splattering out from her split lip.

Malia looked up at him, her rage breaking the surface. She lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. She rose her hand to strike him, but she hesitated when she saw the wicked glee in his eyes. Malia's eyes widened as she caught sight of her claws fully extended and readied slash across his throat.

He wanted this.

Malia pushed away from him and scrambled to her feet, horrified at what she almost did. He only flashed a wicked smile.

"Aw, done playing? Didn't want to paint the town red, Lover?" his eyes were fixed on her, still laying casually on the ground at her feet.

He got up and tilted his head, walking closer. She sucked in a sharp breath and took a step back. The fox grabbed her wrist and pulled it close to him. He examined her claws carefully. She tried to retract them, but they stayed adamantly present. He took her hand and brought it to his face. Malia looked on with horror as he dragged one of her claws down the side of his face. The blood dripped down her hand in bold, red streaks.

"Does it feel familiar? The blood of someone you care about soaking your claws?" There was a amused glint in his eyes. She felt sick.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her close, "Oh come on, darling. You think you can side with Scott's pack? You're not one of them. You're like me. You're a villain. You can't be good," he dug her claws into Stiles' cheek bone. The blood was trickling down his neck.

"They'll find a way to get him back," Malia tried to speak steadily, hold back the waver in her breath that threatened to show her fear.

"Stiles is void," the fox said viciously. He reached up and smeared the blood onto his fingers. He brought his hand to her face, cupping her cheek gently. It was not unlike how she touched Stiles before they kissed. He held her like that for a moment before parting and walking away with his back to her.

Malia watched, her claws slowly retreated, but the blood remained. It covered her hand, stretching down her arm and dripping onto the ground near her feet. A bright red smear graced her cheek. The sharp coppery smell of Stiles' blood surrounded her.

She had no one to turn to. No one in the world that made her feel like she belonged or was safe. Stiles was gone, his face being worn like a shield against his friends and family. Without him, she didn't know what to do next. Without Stiles, Malia was void.

#teen wolf #teen wolf fic #malia hale #malia tate #stiles stilinski #void stiles #Nogitsune #stalia #Malia x stiles #ask

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xserpentlife · 4 years

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Pretending

You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” Would be great to have with FP and where the reader is younger but legal of course from @keepcalm-and-beyou

Warnings: Mention of blood, fighting

A/N: Fp and reader though they have a large age difference they are both of age and were of age at the start of dating

Word Count: about 2200

You have been dating, well seeing FP behind everyone's back for a year. A year of kisses, hugs, cuddles, but also hiding around corners, closets, and the shed. Every day of your relationship was kiss here but hide there, you loved it nevertheless. Being with FP, meant everything to you. He had been there for you through the toughest times of your life, and he loved everything about you and you, him. You were tired of hiding but you had to, no one would understand the way your relationship was. Yeah, there was an age gap, but it was legal, everything… well besides serpent trips, everything you had done with him was legal. But everyone saw it differently. The first person to find out was Toni, she caught you and FP up in his office, she thought he had left for the night and needed to lock the cash up, turns out you and him were staying the night and lost track of time. She caught you lying on the couch watching a movie and kissing, nothing crazy, but it still did shock her.

Months later. You were on a job with Sweet Pea, and Jughead. It was a dangerous job, the police and Mayor Mcoy knew of it, it was an inside job trying to catch the Ghoulies on their drug ring. You lost connection with the serpents and FP in your ear piece, which led to you being in danger. You made the turn before you were supposed to the go-ahead getting confused over the line of sound. You turned rounding the corner before the Serpents were ready, shot in the shoulder you fell to the ground, shot again once more in the leg and Malachai standing over you.

“Well… who do we have here, oh little Y/N” A punch to your face causing blood to pool into your mouth

“Mal-Malachai” you tried getting up before his finger was pushing into the bullet wound on your shoulder “Fuck-fuck stop what do you want Malachai”

“You, see you Y/N, should not have came into this building, poor girl, and no one knows they need to save you, because well we caught on sweet cheeks, these ear pieces are doing you no good now”

“How!”

“Preventative measures sweetheart”

“Fuck you” You spilit blood out again

“You know Y/N it would be very very appealing to me to kill you right here, shoot you straight in the head, or maybe the heart, but you know what would be better. Letting you bleed out, leaving your body here to rot until maybe some coyotes come of find you, better yet maybe hot dog does, and everyone gets led to your body” He cut your cheek before leaving the blade dragging slowly across your skin as he walked closer to the door. “bye Y/N, have fun dying alone”.

You were a fighter, never giving up before you had to, you tried standing first the pain too much to wear, looking down at your leg the wound was so much worse than you originally believed, bleeding profusely your leg had no feeling left. You ripped the tattered flannel you had on making two bandages. One for your shoulder and leg, hoping that maybe it would buy you some more time.

*FP POV*

“Jug, Sweets what’s your position?”

“Outside of the building FP”

“Why! What do you mean outside!” “The plan what awry dad, ghoulies standing guard outside, front and back, Sweets got in but had to come back out due to guards”

“Wait guards?”

“We stoked it out the other day there were no guards, fuck we were compromised boys, where is Y/N”

“She hasn’t been answering back, we checked 10 minutes ago but got no response, told her not to move forward”

“You are just telling me now! What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“Sweet pea! Try to make contact” Sweet Pea tried for a total of 5 minutes before FP knew that something had gone terribly wrong. On all the missions you were never one to forget to contact back or update your team, you are the reason so many missions went right, this time being the only one that had gone very, very wrong.

“FP the guards are leaving”

“I’m coming!”

“Dad no stay where you are or your cover will be blown!” FP ran from the masked van like his life depended on it. You, being the thing on his mind right now, everyone was present and safe except you. The girl he promised to always keep save, the one he would risk his life for no matter what. He ran into the building straight past Sweet Pea and Jug, “Stay here and wait for the ambulance!” searching every room gun drawn, before finally making it to you.

“Y/N!!” he crashed to the ground next to you, blood leaking through the fabric you had used. “Who, who did this”

“Mal-Malachai FP”

“Baby look at me, keep your eyes open”

“It’s hard”

“I know princess, I know how hard it is okay, I’ve been here, Jug has been here but you can do it okay, fuck I know how strong you are I know you can do this, an ambulence is coming okay, gonna get you fixed up in no time”

“FP…”

“What princess?”

“Kiss me” His lips met yours in a panicked frenzy before he felt them slowly relax, opening his eyes he saw yours slowly closing. “NO! NO! NO! NO! Y/N!, Baby don’t fucking close yours eyes, I need you baby. Fuck I love you okay, I’m gonna get you fixed up”

What Fp didn’t know was that day, the boys were behind the stack of boxes, watching every move. After that FP got you to the hospital, sitting in the room every day until you woke up. Eating there, showering there, having serpent meetings there, he never left. Someone took over his work at the station, his main priority being you. People always asked him why, he didn’t do that when Fangs got shot, or when Toni was put into the hospital for getting beat up. No one knew why until Jug had asked.

“Dad why are you still here?”

“I can’t leave her, I'm all she has”

“Dad we saw you”

“What are you talking about Jug”

“The day this all happened, Pea and I came in the building behind you incase you needed back up”

“I told you to wait outside! Why didn’t you wait outside!”

“Dad…”

“Jug…”

‘‘Do you love her?”

“I do”

“It isn’t right...”

It spread like wildfire after that. News stations and newspapers littered with titles along the lines of “FP jones Sheriff of Riverdale Police station in love with a girl more than half his age” after Y/N woke up though and FP knew she was safe he left her, ignoring her all the time, thinking that is what she needed. Time away from him, time to be who she truly was. The people were getting to him. Telling him he was gross, telling him he was an endangerment to society, or all the people calling him the name that no man would ever want to be called, but he wasn’t any of that. He got scared, scared that Jelly bean would be taken from him, scared he would hurt you if people started attacking you instead. Months went by, you were still healing. You talked to FP twice in that time frame. Once when he called to check in, and once when you cornered him in a store before he pushed you to the side and walked away having Toni keep you back from trying to run after him, not that you could considering you were in a cast and on crutches. Fp Jones ignored you as much as he could, as much as his heart would let him without fully breaking. He still watched from afar, keeping you safe when anyone looked at you funny. He cared, that could never go away, but he also thought it was better for you if no one was talking about the relationship that both of you had prior. He told the press it was all a lie, told everyone that he loved you like a second daughter rather than a lover. It took another month to get people to believe him, it started with him not seeing you, keeping his distance people began to believe him, he even created a fake relationship with a woman in Greendale. People woul;d see them walk around together, people that were watching FP from afar who thought he was a danger to their young female children. He never kissed her though, never wanted his lips tainted because he always remembered yours. You heard about his new relationship, your heart breaking with every update to the story. Everyone in the serpents kept you protected. Kept the articles hidden from you after you got out of the hospital. You went into a depression when FP stopped talking to you. Your breakup having no goodbye and not being closed left a hole in your heart that no one but him could repair no matter how hard they tried. You loved him and that never stopped. You loved him, need him, craved him. But most of all you needed him to heal, he was the one that saved you, the one that found you bleeding out in that building, his lips the last thing you remember before you drifted off and the first thing you wanted to feel when you woke up but instead him being gone made you feel more pain than being shot. You needed him, so after those few months, after you found the articles and the updates you decided that enough was enough, Jug had came to you telling you the entire story, telling you his dad had started taking sips of bourbon again, not full drinks but sips here and there and he could see it slowly starting. He knew his dad needed you just as much as you needed him. So he helped you corner him, locking the office from outside so his dad couldn’t get out.

*Y/N POV*

“FP!”

“Y/N? Get out of this office you shouldn’t be here”

“What about the time you told me I could be here any time I wanted”

“Fine then stay, I'm leaving” You stepped to the side as he tried to open the door.

“You know this is my office, I should be able to come and please as I want, what did you do to the door?”

“Locked it, from the outside, figured you wouldn’t be able to run. You keep shutting me out and ignoring me, why FP I thought...”

“Leave, this is my office remember!”

“Oh get off your fucking pedestool, how many nights did we spend here otgether! You telling me this was our special place where no one could hurt us!”

“None, as far as I'm concerned and you should know that!”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen! Cause guess what? It did!!”

“Fuck Y/N I need to pretend!”

“Why!?”

“I need to keep you safe! Keep Jug and Jelly bean safe!”

“You always keep them safe”

“They won’t be unless I pretend, it’s so fucked because I fucking love you with everything I have and I shouldn’t”

“And why not!? Who says you shouldn’t?”

“The whole fucking world y/n, your 21 and I am 50. I know you saw the papers! The articles and news reports!”

“Yeah I did and fuck them, Fuck the world FP because I love you too and that is all that should matter. I fucking love you so much”

“But is that enough?”

“It damn well should be. When, when you were not there when I woke up Fp it killed me, and then you didn’t talk to me kept me at a distance I didn’t understand. You left a fucking whole in my heart FP”

“I was trying to protect you! To protect everyone”

“Yeah well in trying to protect me, you killed me just the same”

“Let me try to fix it then!, I still love you”

“I love you too Fp, but you need to learn not to care what the world thinks”

“I want you Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry”

“Good, you should be. And I’m not saying I won’t forgive you because fuck FP I love you with every piece of my being but I can’t let you in instantly, you hurt me so badly”

“I know princess, I know I did” He stepped towards you as you stepped away.

“No, you are not going to do that! It’s gonna take time FP”

“Okay” You knocked on the door with the code as they unlocked it letting you out. “I love you Y/N”

“I love you too” You left slowly out the door climbing down the stairs. Hopefully, he realized time would heal the wounds, him trying was all you wanted. You still loved him with every part of you and that would never change.

#fp jones x reader #reader x fp jones #fp x reader #reader x fp #fp jones #riverdale x reader #riverdale story #fp jones imagine #fp jones drabble #fp jones story #fp #fp jones x y/n #fp jones x you

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somethinwickedthiswayrides · 5 years

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Animal Affinity

So I had a thought rolling around in my head, about the reader having an uncanny affinity for animals, like Fallout's 'Animal Friend' perk levels of affinity. So, this is what I came up with, this is my first ever delve into headcanon territory and I haven't been playing RDR2 for very long, so please forgive me if someones out of character.

Reader is Gender-neutral, but I wrote it with a female in mind. Sorry if it's a bit long, I wanted to include everyone in camp and use different animals.

They always said they had this strange way with animals, they couldn't really explain it, but animals never attacked them and didn't really spook around them. No one really believed them until they saw it.

Cougar;

Arthur, Sean, Javier, and you were out on a scouting trip of a house not to far north of the Black Bone Forest, they decided to make camp for the night and were joking around and trying to not knock Sean's loud mouth out.

You were all knocked out of your reverie when you suddenly felt hot breath on the back of your neck which was soon followed by a powerful bunt to your shoulder. The looks on your partners faces were concerned as they slowly reached for their sidearms.

You slowly turned and there was a cougar blinking at you. With a small smile you reached up and gave the lesser cat some scratches and the cat slowly came around and plopped its entire front half into your lap, gently purring.

Sean wanted to scream, but was too confused as to the how and why of a cougar laying in your lap like that was where it belonged. He settled for muttering 'what the fuck' under his breath.

Javier stayed tense the entire time, never really quite sure if the large cat was going to try and maul them or it just wanted petting.

Arthur slowly pulled out his journal to sketch out the scene before him, having never been this close to an animal that usually wanted to claw his face off.

You and the other hand were used to this and simply let the large cat lay in your lap while you gave all the love and attention the cat wanted, before it decided it was enough and stalked back off into the forest, leaving behind the small camp.

Wolf;

You, Lenny, and John were having a small camp out after a few successful stagecoach robberies, and were taking a break before heading back into camp. Everyone was joking and having a good time when a whimper caught everyone's attention. You all turned and saw a limping lone wolf, what looked like porcupine quills were sticking out of its leg and around its mouth.

"Oh, you poor thing," you exclaimed, "here, let me help you." With that you left your spot and slowly made your way to the miserable pup, ignoring John and Lenny's whisper shouts.

They watched in awe as you calmed the wolf and as gently as your could, plucked out the offending quills. The wolf, quite happy that it no longer had those painful irritations stuck in it, wagged its tail and licked your face, trying to worm his tongue in your mouth in what it thought was a proper thank you.

Lenny, having heard about the cougar incident, was a bit more relaxed then John, but still wary as this was a predator, and didn't want anything happening to you.

John, on the other hand, was nearly having a panic attack. The memories of his last tussle with wolves still fresh in his mind, and he kept his hand on his pistol, just in case the wolf wanted to make you a meal.

Deer;

You and Charles were out in the woods near camp, planning on bringing in a couple deer for Pearson. As he helped you off your horse, he noticed a doe with her fawn, and gently smiled at the sight.

Charles smile only grew when the young fawn bounded over and nuzzled your hand, looking for scratchies before delightedly prancing back to its mother, its little tail waggling all the while.

Bear;

Arthur had told you where Micah was after he broke him out of the Strawberry jail, and after the ensuing fire fight. Somewhat irritated with him, but also wanting to be sure he didn't die on you just yet, you pack up a few supplies and went out to where he was located. It took a little while, but, you did end up finding him.

You put up with his needling and teasing about being worried about him, but soon you two found yourselves in somewhat of a pleasant conversation. Which was soon stopped when he noticed something entering camp, you looked over and it was a small bear cub. You shushed Micah and told him not to worry as the little cub waddled over, gave you a sniff before deciding that your lap was a great place to take a nap.

You shrugged and gently pet the cub and picked right back up where the conversation had been left, as if you didn't have a bear on your legs. Micah, confused and a bit unnerved continued the conversation and once actually reached out to pet the little bugger himself.

The conversation abruptly cut off once again, this time with a more panicked expression from Micah, mama bear had decided to show up. Once again you shushed the blond man as mama walked her way over to you, gave you a nudge and then gripped her cub by the nape of it's neck, causing the little one to let our a cry of indignation about being ripped away from its comfy bed. Before she nudged it along to wander out of the camp.

Micah had just stared, slack jawed, at the display, there was no need for a fight, no need to defend, just a mother picking up her child from a babysitter. He spared a glance at you, smiling at the bears, and decided that you were either incredibly brave, or exceedingly stupid. Either way, he was slightly afraid of you now.

Wild Horses;

You and Kieran were out having a little ride, since Branwen very seldom left camp, as Kieran very seldom left camp, you decided that a little run around in the open plains would be good for the both of them. So with a few harsh words toward Kieran from the other camp members about keeping you safe, and Dutch's farewell you two set off.

The ride was peaceful, and quiet, there was little in the way of conversation as Kieran wasn't quite sure how to approach you just yet. You had stopped out in near Emerald Ranch, in the little patch of wetlands, to let the horses run around in the water and play, while you two were resting nearby.

There was then a sound of hooves as a herd of wild horses had galloped up to the water for a drink, not too far from you. You gave a smile and stood, making your way to the herd.

Kieran watched amazed as the horses didn't spook from your presence, to the point that you could walk right up to them and give them pats and scratches, cooing at how pretty they were, before pulling out some sugar cubes from your satchel to feed them. The sight put a soft smile on his face as to how calming you were that even the most skittish of horses trusted you.

Snakes;

Nearly all the members of the gang were out on jobs that day, barring the women, little Jack, Pearson, Reverand Swanson, Dutch, and yourself. Karen had just walked up and was relieving you of an all night guard duty. You smiled in appreciation as you turned to make your way back into camp, before you and Karen had to go bolting in at the sound of Tilly and Abigail screaming.

Turns out little Jack had managed to catch himself a snake, and was holding his squirming target trying to show his mother, who was less than pleased. You took a quick look and sighed a breath of relief, deducing that it was a harmless corn snake, though where in the world Jack found it was beyond you.

With a chuckle you gently took the small snake from his grasp, and the little guy coiled around your hand and wrist, content in the warmth you were providing, rather then Jacks tight grip. While the little guy was calming down and warming up you had to gently explain to Jack that he couldn't just pick up a snake he finds, he was lucky that this one wasn't venomous.

Jack nodded and you showed him how to gently pet the little snake, and it gave a happy little wriggle. Which caused Jack to giggle.

Susan, Mary-Beth, Abigail, Tilly, and Molly were too freaked out to really care much about you holding the snake and simply wanted the offensive little bugger out of the camp.

Karen was laughing boisterously about the commotion.

Sadie simply chuckled and said it could've been worse.

Pearson was impressed that the wriggling and hissing little thing had calmed down as soon as you got hold of it, chuckling to himself as he went back to work on the food preparation.

Dutch didn't care too much and simply wanted the thing gone so the women would calm down.

Swanson... He was still dead asleep, having missed the whole thing.

Fox and Coyote;

It was a rather quiet day in the Van der Linde camp. Most everyone was in camp, quietly taking a day of rest and doing their own thing, while others were hard at work doing their chores. Uncle was trying to teach you how to play poker, trying being the key word here.

Everyone's head perked up when Pearson gave a shout and they caught sight of a little fox and coyote leaping around camp and playing. Pearson was trying to shoo them away, but they weren't having any of it.

You gave a small chuckle and got up from the table and cooed at the duo, they couldn't have been more than a couple years old, still young and playful. By this time most everyone had shared their experiences with you and wild animals, and there were a few rumors floating around that you were a witch. But you didn't pay those no mind.

You had managed to catch and calm down the rambunctious pair and called Bill over to give you a hand. Bill, unsure as to why you needed his help, walked over and let out a small grunt of surprise when you plopped the fox down in his arms. The little canine wriggled and squirmed in his arms until you sweet talked it and gave it a little head scratch, and it gave a huff and settled down.

Bill had stared at the little fox in his arms, while you were picking up the coyote, and smiled to himself a bit. Reaching up to scratch at its neck, the little one seemed quite happy with this and snuggled into his arm and chest. Bill was sure he'd melt into a puddle on the spot.

Strauss had watched the goings on from a distance, but didn't seem to care too much before returning to his ledger.

Uncle gave a laugh and made a comment about being able to tame even the mightiest beast. Causing a few laughs, and a couple blushes within the group.

Dutch, now having his full attention, was wondering just how far your affinity with animals could go and if you were able to get them to follow basic commands.

Everyone else simply wanted the little trouble makers out of camp.

Birds;

Another quiet day in camp, it had been rather peaceful as of late so everyone was enjoying it while it lasted. You had taken up your usual feeding spot to watch and listen to the various birds in the area. Several people poked fun at you for feeding the birds, but you paid no mind to it. You were joined by Hosea and Swanson, though they did less feeding and more watching.

Swanson relaxed against the tree with closed eyes and a cup of coffee, enjoying the soothing chips.

Hosea gave a small smile as he watched some of the smaller cardinals resting on your fingers while your palm was covered in seeds. The birds literally eating out of your hand.

All in all, a rather peaceful time. Until a crow with something in it's beak landed by you feet, dropped it object and cawed until it was sure it had your attention, jolting Swanson and Hosea out of their peaceful stupors.

Once the crow had your attention it rolled the object toward your feet before hopping off to partake in the seeds. With a raised brow you reached down and picked up the object, wiping it off, and your jaws dropped. The little crow had gifted you a small gold nugget.

You all looked at each other, and with a small smile you realized that maybe feeding the birds wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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allthephils · 5 years

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Wax on, Wax off

Rated: E word count: 1282

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Happy birthday @doineedtohaveawordwithyou ! This was supposed to be a little desert introspection but I haven’t been writing much and I’m a little rusty, so it turned into solo Phil smut. Oops. Happy birthday, here’s some porn! Thank you for being such a delightful and positive presence in this fandom.

Phil thought there would be howling coyotes, screeching owls, and chirping crickets. He’d prepared himself for the frightening skitter of tiny lizard feet. He had not prepared himself for this kind of quiet, a silence that screams it’s stillness all around him, unavoidable. It’s beautiful here but so expansive, never ending, and so hot that the air presses in from all sides. VidCon exhausted his social reserves. Las Vegas will be yet another onslaught. The ghost towns and quirky truck stops were his favorite part so far but this part, just relaxing in nature, that doesn’t come so easy. He’s meant to be resetting, renewing, taking time alone out here. Dan went off to strip out of his poor clothing choices and shower. Martyn and Cornelia have long since disappeared but he can hear their chatter and Corn’s musical laughter every so often.

The ground is hard under Phil’s back but his feet hang over the edge of the pool, slowly kicking back and forth through the too blue water, still visible in the bright moonlight. That’s one thing, the moon. It’s full and bright, illuminating in ways it just doesn’t in London. The stars are dull, hidden behind the veil of light. He counts as many as he can, tracing shapes with his finger tip stretched out in front of him. He thinks he spots a planet or two.

Somewhere behind him, he hears the shower turn on. Phil had rushed through his, feeling oddly exposed in the bright morning but showering under the stars doesn’t sound too bad. Dan must be loving it, surrounded by the night sky, under a spray of cool water. What a perfectly pretentious end to a day spent wearing £300 joggers in 40 degree heat. He’ll be lathering up by now. Rubbing that cruelty free, organic jasmine body wash over his sweat soaked skin. An absent minded hand finds it way to Phil’s open collar, scratching gently through the soft hair there. With an image of a soapy Dan in mind, he fingers a button open, then another and another until he’s wriggling his shirt down his shoulders and tossing it aside.

As oppressive as the heat is, it does bring some gifts. Dan’s pretty legs, shaved smooth, pale but somehow still golden made an appearance yesterday. Phil remembers running his hand up a slim calf, he can practically feel Dan’s warm skin as he drags his fingers down over his own belly, teasing past his waist band slightly before flattening his hand and feeling the skin, muscles rippling as he lifts his head to watch.

Dan’s probably got his head thrown back, watching the stars as he washes. He probably has a hand on his inner thigh, idly reaching fingers to stroke the skin behind his balls. Phil’s hand has made it’s way over his rib cage to his chest now. The swirling heat just under the surface has nothing to do with the desert, prickling up his thighs and behind his nipples. He grazes over a one sensitive nub, gasps just a bit and moves straight to pinching and rolling, his other hand shooting down to unbutton his shorts. Sweat and heat are irrelevent to Phil if it means he can press his body to Dan’s but Dan won’t want to fuck in this heat. Sex tends to override discomfort for Phil. It also overrides propriety, good judgement, and modesty but that’s neither here nor there. There doesn’t seem any good reason to deny himself this. Everyone else is occupied and he is meant to be relaxing.

For a brief moment, he reconsiders calling out for Dan, or getting up to go join him in the shower. He’s so good to himself though, no one is better at touching Phil than Phil, not even Dan. And he’s rather settled here, just warm enough with his feet in the pool, perfectly acclimated. His body says stay a while, get comfy, keep going, and Phil is never one to deny his body a craving. Lifting his hips, he shoves his shorts and pants down in one motion before wrapping a hand around himself. He’s half hard but the idea of open air around his cock has it filling his grip completely.

His hands are lazy. A low electric current runs through his fingertips, leaving his skin dewy and buzzing with every touch. Yeah. Touch my cock. Fuck. Words whispered to himself through crooked, quirked up, self aware lips. Words that push the hum of arousal until his slow tease becomes a torture and he gives in. Thoughts roll through his mind, half formed and disjointed, moving from fantasy to memory and finally to simple here and now reality. There is no one for miles and Phil’s cock is beautiful moving in and out of his fist. Nothing wrong with finding your own cock beautiful. He can’t deny what so many have told him. It’s long and perfectly straight, deep pink and shining at the tip where it slips past his foreskin.

His breath catches and his thumb finds a rhythm, flicking over a nipple in time with his stroking hand. His eyes slip shut but he forces them open. Seeing actual stars when he cums is too good an opportunity to pass up. He giggles a bit at the thought. Tension builds in his gut and his strokes speed up, losing coordination in a deliciously desperate surge toward release. There are splashes from the shower and Phil’s imagination runs wild. Maybe in the morning, he’ll push his nipples against the smooth wet wood, arching his back so Dan can fuck him silly before breakfast.

He gives his nipple a break to free up a hand, running through his hair with a tug before moving his hand down to cup and massage his balls while he jacks himself fast and hard. He sees naked Dan on an ass shaped rock, he sees Chris Hemsworth on his knees, he sees himself, half naked on the ground, feet in the pool, cock in his hand. That’s the image that does it. Narcissism is underrated. He tries to be quiet but a groan escapes, eyes squeezed shut, as he makes a terrible mess of his own belly.

He’s alone and sticky and smiling in the dark. It’s nearly midnight and the shower is still running. Maybe Dan had the same idea. Now they can climb in to bed and just cuddle. That sounds too good to resist so he stands, stepping out of his shorts and shoes and walking naked into the sliding door that goes straight to their room. When he opens the shower door Dan looks dreamy and tired, spent and happy. He looks Phil up and down and lets out a raucous laugh.

“I see you’ve been taking your self care seriously,” He says, smirking. “I was afraid you were coming in here to get frisky.”

“Frisky?” Phil cocks his brow, “Ok grandpa, I figured you’d be too tired after today anyway.”

“Not tired at all.” Dan answers, “but you’re clearly all used up.”

“Is that a challenge?”

A high pitched ha! echos in the night. “You’re filthy. Covered in cum and already asking for more.” He’s attempting derision but only achieving a kind of fond reprimand. “You aren’t a teenager anymore Phil, I don’t think you have it in you.”

Phil steps into the shower and kisses Dan, soft enough to make him shudder, hard enough to make his knees weak. Spinning Dan around quickly, he pushes him into the wall and lays his body over him, Dan’s giggles bouncing off the shower walls. Phil kisses behind his ear and whispers there. “Let’s test that theory, yeah?”

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beyondyourshadows-blog · 4 years

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Big-Face

(Because Mark and Jack mentioned a creature with a large face and tiny legs while playing Bigfoot, I wrote a creepypasta for it like Mark suggested. Enjoy!)

It’s been two years since this incident happened, and I’m still not sure what to make of it. It has scarred me for life, ripping away my love for the outdoors like a starving coyote tears flesh from bone. I’ve never told anyone this story before, but I guess now is as good a time as any. Maybe getting my experience out there will help my broken mind cope some. Or, maybe, it just might save somebody else from the same fate.

Ever since I was a kid, I loved to hunt. It wasn’t just a sport for me, though. My family has always been poor, so getting a large buck during hunting season meant we could eat well for weeks. Even after I moved out, this tradition stuck with me. Every year, I’d go out hunting for the biggest buck I could find. Being only me at my tiny house, that meat would help prepare many, many meals. And I could never get over the thrill of the hunt. But everything changed on the first day of hunting season, two years ago.

I went out into the nearby woods, like usual. I had my rifle with me and a backpack full of snacks and supplies I may need. You never really knew. The woods I entered were the same trees I had known all my life, so I felt no unease as I crept in deeper.

I’ll admit that I’d gone in further this time than ever before, but I figured it would be a good idea to find the best deer. Besides, other hunters were occupying the edges of the forest, so I didn’t have much choice but to go in deeper just to get away from them all. Eventually, the area I found myself in was one I had never been to before, but, as long as I kept track of where I’d come from, I could find my way back with ease.

As the sun rose, cracking dawn light through the autumn trees, I finally set up my little area. It was a simple yet effective set-up. Just me at the base of a large poplar tree with my camo gear on, spray to mask my scent, and a few bushes around me to act as cover. The natural blinds were always the best, in my opinion.

For hours, I stayed there. Every now and again, I called out the sound of a doe in heat. It was the best way to attract large bucks, after all. However, it seemed that my day was going to be an unlucky one, as I never saw or heard a thing back. Even as noon came and went, I was still sitting there, waiting. If I hadn’t had been so stubborn, I would have found a new area to hunt, but I just kept telling myself that a deer could be on its way and to wait for it, just in case.

Eventually, I did have to call it quits on that spot, as nothing was happening. I hadn’t even seen a fox or squirrel. Maybe the place was just bad for hunting overall. As such, I moved locations, going even further yet into the trees.

I walked for maybe a good twenty minutes when I started to notice a dreadful type of feeling. Eyes were on me. Yet, when I scanned the surrounding trees myself, I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was simply my imagination, or maybe there was an animal finally, and it was just taking cover to observe me. Either way, I decided to stop where I was and set up my site again. If I went too much further into the forest anyway, I feared possibly not finding my way back out by the time it got dark.

Again, at this new spot, I waited and sat and called. And, again, no deer came, and no other animals appeared to me. Eventually, I had to call it quits for the day, as I had been out literally the entire day. Night would soon fall, and I had to, at least, get back to the patch of forest I knew before dark.

Heavily disappointed in my unlucky time, I packed up my water bottle and deer call and shouldered my rifle. It sucked to not even see a deer in all of that time, making it feel like a wasted effort. But, at the very least, I had spent my time in the outdoors that I so greatly loved.

However, that feeling of being watched came back as I trudged my way through the leaf litter. Hope flared up as I looked around to find the source, yet I still could not locate it. Probably just a raccoon then, high in a tree maybe.

Five minutes passed, and this feeling persisted. Last time, it had gone away within maybe two minutes of it arriving. But, this time, it lingered. Ten minutes, still there. Fifteen and still present. By twenty minutes of this feeling as I walked back the way I’d come, my heart was racing. Fear had started to sink in. If this was a normal animal then it wouldn’t be following me this long, unless it was a mountain lion.

Mountain lions were apex predators that could silently stalk prey for as long as it took to catch it off guard. I had my rifle, which provided me some comfort, but the problem was I still had no idea where the source of this dread was. These big cats were extremely stealthy, so much so that the only time you saw or heard one was because it had already decided not to eat you. The fact I only had the sixth sense sensation of eyes on me meant I was still on the menu, if it was a cat.

I walked a bit faster with a hand on the strap of my gun, ready to sling it around at a moment’s notice if need be. Every now and then, I would glance back over my shoulder to ensure nothing was directly behind me. Above, the sun was setting.

Unfortunately, I had gone too deep and waited too long before moving back. At the rate I was going, I would never make it back to my familiar woods before darkness fell. I had a flashlight with me, but the advantage of night would give whatever was stalking me a better opportunity for the kill. Yet I couldn’t go any quicker than my speed walk already, or I may trigger the predatory instinct of the beast and have it only pounce more swiftly.

As dusk fell around me, I had to finally bring out my light just to not trip on roots at my feet. Of course, this added another layer of the already cultivating fear within my soul. Now, I had only one, small area in which I could really keep an eye on at any given time. And, beyond that light’s edges, my mind conjured up shadows and demons dancing among the dying foliage.

Suddenly, a loud ‘snap’ sounded beside me. Something had broken a twig. Abruptly, I whipped my field of vision around towards the noise. At first, as I scanned the trees and ground, I saw nothing. But then, my light caught something horrifying. About twenty yards away, a creature not of nature was peering out from around a tree. Thinking back to describe it give me chills, but I’ll do my best to recall every detail possible.

The most easily pronounced feature was its head, so huge and bulbous that it couldn’t have been any sort of person or animal. Maybe it was an alien, but, even then, the skull was much larger than any depiction of alien grays or others. The best thing I can compare the size to would be a tractor tire. It had to be at least seven feet tall and six feet wide in a sort of egg shape, and that was only the head.

Pale, sand-colored skin covered its face, wrinkled in many places. I saw no ears, but its eyes glimmered black in my flashlight’s beam. They were beady, little things compared to its skull but also probably still a good foot in diameter. No iris or whites showed, only a soulless pupil. No nose adorned its face, but it did appear to have a tiny slit for a mouth that stretched into a child-like grin as it stared at me with those obsidian eyes.

Of course, I screamed at the sight of its grotesque form, nearly dropping my flashlight in the process. Thankfully, I managed to keep it within my shaking hand, and I ran. I bolted through that forest as fast as I could, adrenaline lending me extra strength. However, I could hear leaves and branches snapping behind me. It was giving chase.

When I glanced back, fighting the urge not to but failing, I saw its massive head smacking into overhanging branches and breaking through them like they were nothing twenty yards away. But what got me the most upon seeing its full form was its body.

Unlike the head, its naked body was small in proportion, tiny even. It gave the thing maybe an extra three feet of height with stumpy legs and a short torso. Although small, its skinny frame boasted bulging muscles from its legs and neck to keep its enormous head erect. In front of it, slender stumps for arms with bony fingers stretched out in my direction, ready to grab hold of me once near.

Again, I let out a shriek, to which the thing let out a shrill giggle. A demented child’s laughter escaped its smiling lips, lips that revealed human teeth. My legs screamed at me as I pushed them to run faster, until I tripped.

In my effort to look over my shoulder, I had neglected to watch where I was going. Thus, my foot caught onto an extended root, and I was sent down, plowing into the ground on my shoulder. Pain radiated from my arm and shoulder, probably from hitting it on a leaf-buried rock. But the adrenaline and terror numbed that feeling.

Quickly, I scrambled to get my gun off my other shoulder. My flashlight, having landed a few feet away, pointed towards the charging monstrosity. It giggled again, seemingly having me in its clutches finally, but I readied my gun and fired.

In an instant, the beast stopped in its tracks and wailed. Its short arms tried desperately to reach up for its now bleeding face as its head flailed. More tree branches were broken and sent falling from its painful rampage as its screams pierced my ears.

I didn’t waste any time taking the opportunity, and I scrambled to my feet. After grabbing my flashlight again, I booked it once more. This time, the thing didn’t follow me, and its cries eventually faded into the background.

Thankfully, I had been going in the right direction the whole time, and I eventually made it out of the woods and to my truck. Without a moment’s hesitation, I jumped in and peeled out of there. I wanted to tell somebody that night what had happened, to call my father or uncle or mother, but I never could bring myself to do it. Who would believe me anyway? Instead, I just ended up drinking until I passed out.

Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to bring myself to go back into the forest again. And I get worried each time my father and uncle go on hunting trips in the very same woods. I always tell them to be extremely careful and to not go too deep, but they always look at me with confusion when I never go with them, always giving a different excuse as to why I can’t. Hell, I can’t even be around children that much anymore, because each time one of them laughs, it just reminds me of that thing’s demented giggle. It’s horrible.

Now that I wrote this story down, though, I’m hoping that it’ll provide my mind with some sort of closure or ease. I’ve spent too long cooped up in my house or in populated towns. As terrifying as that experience was, I miss the fresh air and peace of the forest. Maybe, one day, I’ll be able to go back into the trees without wanting to vomit. But, until then, I want this tale to also serve as a warning for anyone who may want to go into unfamiliar forest. Don’t. Just save yourself the trouble and fear and don’t. Please. You don’t wan to meet Big-Face.

#markipler #jacksepticeye #horror #creepypasta

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quiltipcanines · 5 years

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Witch’s Ladder

There is a hill, somewhere dark and grey, sheltered by an immovable blanket of thunderheads. In the shade of the world, only three trees grew. A towering rowan with orange berries like snake’s eyes, an apple bent low with fruit still young and sour, and the third was long dead, with bark scraped clean and salt soaked deep in the wood. The roots of the trees were old, inseparable from the hill itself, and they were all covered in blood. A young coyote had been too cock sure when he stole into the chicken coop and he had left with a bullet in the breast instead of food in his belly.

As the coyote lay on his side cradled in tree roots struggling to breathe, an audience was filling the auditorium of branches. The murder of crows had come first. They were alerted by the sound of the gunshot and if anything was needed when that bullet hit its mark, it was family. From the great grand matron, to a chick just old enough to fly, there were sixteen crows and they took up in the rowan tree. Shortly after a stellars jay arrived with the glint of the stars in its eye and the dew of dawn still glittering on its blue crest. It had seen the shot happen, and would not leave a dying creature in its last moments. It flew down to the lowest branch of the leaning apple tree and perched with one foot on a burgeoning fruit and the other on a branch still tipped in the last flowers so it straddled the point where there was no turning back.

Blood had begun to spread in a halo around the coyote by the time the third and final bird arrived. It was a flicker, with black feathers spread upon its breast like the blood spattering the poor creature it perched above. It landed with a hollow thud in the tree that was long dead and the echo spread down through its roots and deep into the ground. The bright chirps of the flicker hid the last tolls of the coyote.

Together they were eighteen, and they listened to heed the final words of their cousin.

Before they could begin, a scrabble interrupted their silence. Heavy footfalls unearthing clods of dirt on that lonely hill preceded the arrival of the last mourner. It was a child, shot through beyond flesh and blood to the soul underneath. All they were was tatters and it was a miracle that they had held together for this long. They managed one shakey step at the top of the hill, then another, before collapsing next to the coyote. The last gleam in the coyotes eyes sparked as he met the child’s glassey gaze.

“We are dying.” Said the child. In the moments before the child arrived the crows would have agreed, all from the oldest to the youngest. The jay would have agreed, for it had seen it, and the flicker would have agreed, for it felt it in its breast deeper than any other sorrow. The coyote, with the taste of defeat the only thing left on his lips, would have agreed too, but not now.

“Which of our wounds is more permanent? Which is the most final?” the coyote said through long, bloody teeth. Blood bubbled up from his chest as it spoke, but the question was worth the cost.

The child was empty, and so, so full. Nearly suffocated under the pressure of its confinement in its false body. The truth of themselves had become broken and twisted beyond what it had originally been. It had been so long since the child remembered the form they took, they way their body felt, that the truth of who they were was nearly as dead as they were.

“I am lost. My family has forgotten me, and I have forgotten myself. I do not know the teeth in my skull or the way the wind would run along my body. All that’s left is the shadow of myself, a negative space where I used to be. What point is there in life for something like that?” the child spoke with a voice that was more akin to the third echo than the first speaking.

“We remember.” said the crows.

“As do I.” Said the jay.

“The trees have seen you and we live among them. How could we not?” said the flicker.

The coyote laughed, ignoring the way blood gurgled in its throat. “The trees remember you. They drink my blood now, and tell me all about your grand forgetting. “ The coyote could feel deaths’ arms swing wide, ready to catch it in its fall. With the molten spite and rage still pumping in its heart, the coyote reached out. “I refuse to die in failure, to die in loss. I will offer you a bargain, child. There is no stopping my descent into the grave, but if you have forgotten your teeth, take mine. Bite for me, tear into the flesh and blood of your enemies and give them no quarter. Bury me and eat for me. Taste richness I could never imagine and chew your food thoroughly.”

With a low growl echoing in its throat, bubbling up through the blood filling its lungs, the coyote opened wide to display it pearly, jagged teeth. The child spared only a moment to look into the coyote’s eyes and see the grim determination and utter conviction of its offer. With a confident hand, they reached forward and pulled the teeth from the coyote’s mouth. The sharpness of the cainines sliced across their palm but they did not falter as they pried the teeth out one by one, and more of their blood began to mingle. The child’s palms were red as the petals of poppies by the time they began to slide the treasured teeth into their own mouth. For a moment it seemed like they would not all fit, that they would be too large and grand to fit their own purpose, but with each tooth added it became clear that they would have fit all along.

“You have forgotten your wings, child. I can see the scars of where your feathers were plucked. They broke your hands to keep you from flying.” said the oldest crow if a hoarse croak. She peered down at the child, weak as they were like a new-born chick.

“We shall be their wings then. I shall give you the deepest black of my feathers and so will my siblings until your shadow is cowed by their darkness and obeys. Nothing shall keep you from the skies ever again, and you will be as eminent and unstoppable as the night. For this favor you must always remember your family. Keep us fed and we shall keep you in kind.” In a great flurry of wings, the crows descended from the rowan tree and landed on the child’s arms and back. They began to pluck the feathers from their wings and lace them into their arms. Though the crows gave up their feathers, their own wings did not seem to diminish. They were spared in their sacrifice as spirits as free and generous as theirs would never be grounded. By the time they were done the child’s arms were transformed into broad, black wings that were deep as the void that swallows the horizon between land and sky. When the child spread them for the first time, they felt lighter than they knew possible.

The child looked over their wings and held them close before looking up at the birds one more time. Muscles that had not been there previously were sore from disuse and ached to spring into action “My bones remember these, I can tell, but how am I to fly if I can’t see where I’m going? It has been so long I do not know how to recognize the landscape of my home.”

“I will teach you to see, I can do that much.” said the Jay. It glided down before the child and brought its head back. There was a sharp burst of pain in the child’s forehead as the Jay pecked at it, and a trickle of blood traveled down the child’s brow. It fell into their eyes, casting their vision in red. As they tried to blink it away dark shapes began to form and the truth came with them. The cut widened as the Jay pecked on and on. Each drop of blood that fell into the child’s eyes brought the truth into focus. Finally the eye that had been grown over was free and its lids tore free of each other to blink ragged ends. “That eye was stuck, only looking on the inside- you know? How good were you at seeing the layers of yourself? With that eye open you can see all the layers of the world, but it takes time to find the edges. Sometimes things that should line up don’t, but that does not make it less worthy.” said the Jay though a crooked beak.

The flicker was a timid friend of the child, but not so timid as to never look them in the eye. It watched what the child did for others and each act of kindness brought it closer. Now, sympathy bled black from its breast. “You have lost so much, your form, your sight, your knowledge, but you still have one thing now that you had then; yourself. You still bear the wellspring from which all parts of you spring. With enough strength of spirit and will no matter how many times you cut the branches from the tree they will grow again twice over. Grow your will into ironwood. Walk with the knowledge of Persephone that anything lost can be grown again.” The flicker flew down from the salt worn tree and the child caught the bird before pulling it to their chest. The sound of their heartbeats grew louder until it swallowed them both. “You have a primordial sea inside you. Each beat of your heart is the volcanic thrum of magma clashing with cold, nutritious water. This duality of your soul makes earth with all the riches of Hades. Even outside your original container, your seeds grow true. But you must be vigilant to weed out the smothering human lies that break you down into worm food. Tear them out, and if you can’t, embrace the fire as it washes you clean and their ashes feed you. Live with every inhale, and die with every exhale. Any imposter or false idea of you thrust upon you will wither under your harsh extremes. Show them the child your parents raised.”

One last moment of silence clung to the flickers words before it brought its head back and struck its long beak against the child’s chest. Blood began to flow down the birds beak like sap from a tapped tree. With each strike the child’s heartbeat became a call and response thunder and waves crashing upon volcanic rock. Their veins turned green beneath their skin and blossomed where it split. As though they had been dipped in ink, the child’s hands began to change. The right became a shadow black, velvety soft like a stain of smoke wrapping around their arm, while the left became marble white with immaculate grace of bone china. The ink that stained their skin dripped from their fingers to form long, precise claws that glinted. The coyote could feel a sense of pride in them, for they were a tool of a predator of skill.

It was odd for a funeral, but a rebirth could only truly come from a fresh death. The child was heavy with the gifts they had been granted and their sinews ached to sit up. Together, these gifts promised hope that the power of the past, or a power of the future, was within reach and that was the heaviest of all. Gently, they reached out and pulled the coyote onto their lap. Their claws did not cut, for this was to be a gentle goodbye. “I will not thank you with words. I’m not leaving you behind here either. I know you now like, well, like the teeth in my mouth. I will thank you every time I bite and tear and chew the gristle of prey and enemy alike. I can promise you that we will eat much nicer things than gristle. Every time I bite and snarl and howl at the moon you will too, right there with me. Part of you may die tonight, but a part of you has many steps to tread still and I will take them for you.”

A heavy, sputtering huff escaped the coyote as his chest shuddered. All that had taken to bring him to this point was a moment of bad luck in an effort for survival, but the coyote knew a second chance. “It is a promise then. A promise from all of us. You have given your blood and body, and will give your time to satisfy us. As you tear yourself from this human body feed it to us and you shall be free. Feed your family, guard them, and walk them home. See the divinity within yourself and the more you recognize your own power the more it shall grow. Child, be voracious for yourself.” Blood leaked from the coyotes jaws as he gave his final proclamation.

The child bent and softly wrapped their arms around the corpse. They could feel that the coyote was still with them. From above, the birds watched the embrace. “Pluck the bullet from its chest so its body can be pure.” The flicker said.

“It has become a seed of transformation, a culmination of the magic here. Use it to guide you and enact your power.” The jay said.

The child did not hesitate to follow the instruction of their elders. With steady fingers they reached into the wound that felled the beast. Their new claws slipped in with hardly any resistance. It only took a moment of maneuvering before they tapped against something hard and slick. Carefully, the child plucked it out of the wound. The bullet had indeed changed. The metal had turned into a smooth crystal, grey as a stormcloud. As the child shifted it in their claws, the crystal finally caught the light and it exploded a thunderstrike of color.

“Now then, you have one last job to do. Take him home, child. Practice so you might better know the way. It is time for him to rest.” The matron crow called.

Again without hesitation the child nodded and gathered the coyote in their arms. Out of all they had forgotten, these were the only steps they knew. As long as they had that to hold on to, the child would keep walking that path, hopeful that it would lead them home too.

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Shunka Warakin!Shownu

Have you ever heard of a Shunka Warakin AU? I loved writing this tbh A Shunka Warakin is considered to be a mix of a coyote/hyena/wolf but not quite either or! Those who have claimed to see it say it has a fur coat unlike any other animal they’ve seen before! It has a distinct snout and bodily structure. Enjoy!

You’re heartbroken when you go out to the field at four am to feed your beloved herd of sheep and goats. You were carrying a large bucket of water and tripped, screaming in peril at the sight laid out before you

The water splashed and soaked your cotton dress, leaving you to kneel in front of one of your sheep torn to literal,,, shreds

You’re horrified and scramble to get up and sprint back into the house. You let out the herding dog and wake up your papa to tell him what happened

You can’t look as you make your way back out to the field with another bucket of water. You continue your duties as a farm girl as the day breaks

Your papa says it’s just a coyote,,,, and you can believe that

But as the summer starts to grow into fall, more sheep start turning up dead

The water splashed and soaked your cotton dress, leaving you to kneel in front of one of your sheep torn to literal,,, shreds

You’re horrified and scramble to get up and sprint back into the house. You let out the herding dog and wake up your papa to tell him what happened

You can’t look as you make your way back out to the field with another bucket of water. You continue your duties as a farm girl as the day breaks

Your papa says it’s just a coyote,,,, and you can believe that

But as the summer starts to grow into fall, more sheep start turning up dead

You love your sheep, and beg your papa to do something

You clean out the barn and try your best to herd in every last sheep before you go to bed

But once the snow falls there seems to be at least one animal dead every other day. If you’re lucky you can find all your sheep and goats accounted for for at most, a week.

You’re sad and worn out, especially as the cold sets in

Blood is a lot more red when it’s on snow. You stare at the head of your sheep, into it’s dead eyes. You want it to stop.

You become something you never wanted to be. You had the desire to kill whatever beast was taking your sheep and your goats one by one

You were getting chickens in the spring and you wouldn’t let one of them die by the teeth of some other animal out there

It’s sprinkling outside with snow, but you march out into the few inches that have already accumulated, and sit right in front of the barn with a long gun. You have your wool sweater and your coat on, your knitted hat, gloves, and scarf. You wait.

You think you see those horrid creatures by the treeline, and they start to come closer until the wind shifts and they definitely smell your scent. Your sweat.

They retreat and you glare as you stand, readying your gun as you peer through the scope.

“Damn bastards.” You whisper in a cloud of breath as you realize they won’t come near the barn as long as they know you’re there

So you go out every night into the bitter cold, all gussied up with blankets, too, for when you finally fall asleep at around two am. The chair has frozen to the ground by now but you don’t see any blood in the snow when you wake up, so you’re fine with it

Winter is the season of the coyotes, so you press on

You press on until the night they can’t stay back anymore. They’re starving, and you know it.

You’re shivering, trying to see through the start of the blizzard that night. It’s coal black skies and the moon is high

“Come on you bastards! I’ll kill you!” You shout as you bring your gun to your shoulder. Through the cross hatch you can see the burly figure of something...but it doesn’t look like a scrawny coyote

You gasp as you take your eye off the scope and look into the distance with both eyes

It’s definitely not a coyote - and it doesn’t look like a wolf either

You’re scared as it only closes the distance between you two, suddenly deciding to run towards you in an act of desperation

Your gun jostled around as you quickly bring it back into position, trying to find it’s aim

The first bullet you shoot sounds like a bomb, but it does nothing to deter the creature as you miss

You crank the fore-end and another bullet is in place. You find your target and you know you at least hit the thing when you fire. You hear a loud squeal of pain in the frigid air as you look to see that the creature has fallen.

Did you kill it?

You’re panting from the sudden adrenaline, and you can hear the sheep startle in the barn behind you. Papa probably woke up too, but you cock the fore-end again, slowly walking forwards to see the damage you did

You know it couldn’t be dead. It looked too big to drop like that

You’re careful, ever so careful as you approach the creature lying in the snow. You hold your gun, always ready to fire as tears burn your cheeks.

You can understand the death of a handful of sheep from this thing, but you can’t forgive it if takes anymore than necessary. What you have seen was a slaughter of at least over a dozen animals

You think it’s a wolf at first. The coat it has is thicker than a coyote’s, and it’s shades of grey with blonde and brunette undertones

You can see that you definitely wounded it. It’s laying on it’s side, huffing and trying not to whine in pain

You can’t see much blood because of the thick coat, but blood does dribble down it’s snout from the nostrils

When you finally look in it’s eyes, you don’t know why, but you feel like it’s sorry. The cornea’s shine with what you can only describe as tears before it makes eye contact with you.

Your eyebrows soften as its eyes shut in pain. You wonder if you should put it out of it’s misery. You bring your gun up and aim, but as you look through the scope, its eyes open again, and you can’t do it.

“I’m sorry but that’s what you get for killing my animals. They’re more than that. I love them, and you hurt me, you...you bastard.” You mutter just as you hear the front door of your cottage squeal open.

It’s your papa,,,

“(Y/n), come on, give this up! It’s much too cold, you’ll catch your death!”

You sling your gun over your shoulder and leave in favor for your bed for one night

You sleep with a sound mind knowing that your animals won’t be hurt,,,

But the creature isn’t dead

There’s an imprint that’s lightly snowed over in the morning. There’s small droplets of blood, but it’s nothing that would suggest a kill.

“I didn’t kill it, Papa...Do you think it’s still out there?” You ask as you feed your animals

He grunts and mulls it over, sighing, “I’m sure it’s healing somewhere. Probably got a den in those woods there. Though I’ve only ever seen one. Must be a lone wolf - that’s why it’s gettin’ easy picken’s.”

“What do you mean?”

“An outcast. Can’t eat the meat that others get. Can’t go into other territory, either.”

“Should I just kill it then? Next time?”

“If you don’t, I will. Damn thing’s been giving me a run for my money.”

That creature, unbeknownst to you or anyone else,,, is actually a man named Shownu

He’s not a werewolf of any kind, nor a coyote

He knows himself to be a Shunka Warakin - something of a werewolf, that could maybe be called a cryptid

He’s something crossed...some people say it’s a cross of a wolf and a hyena, or both. Maybe a coyote and a hyena - but it isn’t one or the other.

It has a coat like no hunter’s ever seen, and his proves it. His coat is darker than most Shunka’s, and with copper undertones. He also has a distinct snout and facial structure in his Shunka form.

He can’t help his change every night. When the moon rises he barrels over into an animal world where his only instinct is to survive off of meat

He knows who you are, and he knows exactly why you sit out every night by that barn

He wishes he could meet you in person,, but there’s no one around here except you, your father, and the person that delivers feed and straw every month.

When you shot him, it hurt like hell, but he still looks upon you in good light. He understands why you would chase him off with a gun, and is grateful that you didn’t end his life while he couldn’t even beg for mercy

He was going to shift that night too,,,,, to show you that he’s human,,

But his change isn’t voluntary. He changes back into human form when the moon becomes weak, at around three thirty am.

By day he sits in his den with his only friend - a forest nymph who embodies the sun. He calls himself Minhyuk, and has a multitude of friends in this seemingly enchanted forest

Minhyuk tells him stories about you - he’s seen you many, many times

You do frequent the forest to pick plants, berries, and gather wood. Your father chops down rotting trees for firewood, too, so Shownu doesn’t know why he has yet to meet you

But the day he does,,, it’s eventful

Ever since that night you just keep watch from inside. You don’t hear any howling and you don’t see anything come from that forest edge.

You wonder in guilt if you really had killed that creature...That it just had enough energy to go back and die in the comfort of it’s own den

You feel like a killer when you think of it that way. Poor thing was probably all alone and didn’t have so much as a pack of his own to cope with

But your father is proud that you would take such an initiative to sit out in the snow just to protect your income

When the spring comes, you go to the farmer’s market about an hour out. You’re excited to pick out some new animals, especially since your father has made new coops for the chickens.

While you’re back, your father sets up the new animals while he tells you to go restock on the ingredients for the kitchen

You grab your trusty basket and mason jars and head out with a new spring in your step

It’s a field day for you in the forest. You’re picking berries, petals off of edible flowers, and certain stems of plants

You also remember your garden at home that you can’t wait to tend to

But as you head back, you suddenly realize that this is the very place where that creature once resided.

You stop and look around you, seeing the sun high in the sky and the blooming forest all around. In winter, it looked dead and bleak, but now it looks quite serene

You remember your father’s words and remember that it was probably alone in a den of it’s own somewhere

For some reason you wonder if you could find it - the den

You figure the thing abandoned it long ago, and deem it safe enough to try and find.

It takes you a while, you head deeper but it’s surprisingly well in sight when you do find something you would consider a den

It’s in the edge of a cliff you’ve seen a dozen times before, and it looks more like a bear cave than anything, but you know there’s no bears around this part of the countryside

You peek in, but it’s far too deep to see anything.

You desperately want to go inside. It looks huge! But...you’re also scared.

Scared that if you go in, you might never come out

After all,,, even if that thing did abandon it, no doubt something took it’s place

You creep away, satisfied that you found it, and start to head back the way you came.

“Waitwaitwait!” You hear a quiet, small, and human like voice

You turn your head waiting to see nothing, that it was just a squirrel or something -

But no

You squint and try to figure out if you’re hallucinating because you swear this thing in front of your face looks like a human mosquito or,,, or fairy -

You look like you’re about to scream when you finally pinpoint a face

“No! Don’t run - You’re (Y/n), right?”

You clutch your basket to your chest, “Y-Yeah! How the hell do you know?!”

Even if he is a fairy, you can still see his eyes just light up as he flutters in the air

“I’m Minhyuk” He greets, sticking out a hand.

You almost mutter under your breath “And I’m going insane”

You stick out a finger and he’s giddy as he shakes it up and down before grabbing ahold of it with both of his hands, surprisingly able to tug you a step forward with his puny body

“Come on! I’ve been wanting to introduce you to someone”

“E-Eh... ,,,, ????” You don’t know what you can do. At this point, you think you must have suffered heat stroke and went into dreamland

This…’Minhyuk’ fairy pulled you toward the cave you just had a bad feeling about

“There’s a person out here, you know. His name’s Shownu, and he’s really shy - he doesn’t have anyone but me”

You’re trying to balance your basket and keep up with Minhyuk’s surprisingly strong and fast pace

You are lead into the cave and you’re frozen, on autopilot

But you suddenly feel warmth and see fire lighting up the cave walls as you get closer

When you get into the main area, it completely blows you away

You really feel like this is something out of a storybook

An open den in a cave, a fire in the middle burning perfectly, and furniture and decor strung around

There was,,, a human - or what looked like one - sitting on a wood bench by the fire

He seemed totally caught off guard that you were here, but he only looks to the fairy who dropped your finger. Great - so he can see him too?

“Minhyuk,,,,” He mumbles, bowing his head and wrapping a hand around the nape of his neck

The man,,, Shownu? He was,,, well, he was the first man you’ve actually seen that you could consider handsome

You grew up with Papa, being homeschooled by a maiden until you were fourteen until your father could take over. The only men you see are at the market - and they’re usually Papa’s age, and very round with big hearty voices

Shownu,,, is none of that

He wears what you can assume to be a shirt made of some sort of skin and thick cloth material, with actual fabricated shorts, presumably from the market. His skin is set off by the fire and it looks beautiful. His hair is short, black, but it really suits him

“Don’t worry, Shownu! This is (Y/n), the girl from the farmhouse over yonder. The moment has finally come where you can get another friend!”

“I-I have friends. I have you and you’re other fairy friends.” He shyly tries to protest but Minhyuk twirls in a tight circle upwards while pointing a finger

“Hey, me and Wonho are nymphs! It’s Kyunnie whose a fairy!”

There’s an awkward pause as you look around the den, the question itching the back of your mind

But formalities first

“Um..Yes, I’m (Y/n). You’re..Shownu? Nice to meet you.”

You hold your basket with both hands and bow. He nods to you, unsure of what steps to take next.

“You too,,,, would you like to sit?” He offers, moving over a bit and you shyly take it, basket in lap as you stare at the goodies inside

“Want some berries?” You offer suddenly, looking at him expectantly

He’s hesitant, but takes a couple, popping them in his mouth

After introductory conversation, you stare into the fire as you think

“So..why do you live in the wild? If you need shelter, you can always come to my door. There’s not a lot of people or travelers around here, but my Papa would have to let you stay. Ahjummas in the town are really nice and could give you a room.”

You have concern and hope in your eyes, wanting to coax this man into a better living space

“Um...well...I think I’m just alright living here. I’m okay, trust me.”

“Yeah...I’m not doubting you, but it’s much more comfortable living in an actual house. A-And anyone here would be happy to help you, you could get sick out here, or be attacked by -”

Your hands coil and tighten around your baskets handle as you remember the winter. There must be coyotes, wolves, a bear or two, that thing

But Shownu’s expression doesn’t change. He only rolls his palms together as he hums

“I’m okay..” He assures

“Well...if you’ll let me I can come visit some more. I can bring you medicine if you fall ill, some real blankets, some more clothes if you like. Really, if you need anything, just come by my door. I won’t report you as long as you promise you’ll be alright here.”

Shownu looks over stoically, but his eyes tell a different story

He’s really grateful, and he realizes how angelic you really could be. Not only merciful,,, but humane and full of amity

“Okay. I promise. But be careful out here. Minhyuk is the guardian of this place, so he will always find you and bring you here safely. And...don’t come at night. It’s dangerous. Promise?”

You nod with enough force to shake your hair, “Promise, Shownu.”

You stand and bow again, “I’ve been out here long enough picking these for dinner, but market day is tomorrow. I’ll try to be home by three so I can give you some gifts. Expect me, alright?”

From then on you know Shownu as the nomad who lives in the woods

On one hand you’re blown away that such a thing as Minhyuk exists, but you become great friends with him after a while. While walking to Shownu’s hut he giddily twirls in the air as he spouts how much Shownu loves his gifts from you

Blankets, shoes, large flannel’s and shirts, and everything inbetween. Even weaponry or traps that would help him catch small game to eat. You couldn’t have him starving on you. You even started bringing well water by the pitcher (because creek water is hard to get and not as nice)

In return he gives you the perfectly cut fur from his game to trade and sell. Since Papa would question where you got the money, you put it all towards Shownu

By the time winter approaches again, Shownu’s hut is almost as cozy as your own home. You can comfortably walk in even without Minhyuk by your side. Sometimes you surprise Shownu, but he only smiles and brushes it off as he offers you a snack or a cup of water

But as winter does approach again,,, you wonder if there will be any danger like last season. You can’t believe it’s been a year since then.

“Have you ever seen anything weird in these woods, Shownu?” This must be your third time asking

“Hm...Not with my own eyes. Minhyuk likes to say there’s a werewolf, but that’s silly. I’ve seen coyotes but no wolves around here. Not even cougars or bears. Odd, isn’t it?”

You agree,,, but figure that what you saw that night must have died or ran off, with you being the only witness to it’s slightly strange anatomy and size

You visit Shownu a lot less in the winter. Especially when the snow sticks to the ground you can’t have any reason to go into the woods, or your father would know. You would leave footprints and you can’t risk Shownu’s life like that.

So you just settle for blissfully looking into the distance, hoping Minhyuk is keeping Shownu company. You hope they’re both warm out there

You worry when there’s a particularly horrible blizzard, but you have to go to sleep nevertheless

But something greets you that morning that nearly makes you upchunk your dinner from last night

“Papa, it’s not dead.” You say when he comes out to your frantic calls. He has a gun in his hand but he only sighs down at the blood

“Honey you need to let that go. They’re animals. Coyotes are mangey scavengers that only want meat. I’ll clean this up, you finish working.”

You’re frustrated all over again, but you can’t sit out there with a gun again. Pops wouldn’t let it happen.

So that night, you don’t care what the hell happens, you put on your boots and your coat and you take off into the woods with a gun for protection

You want to see Shownu and ask if he heard any coyotes or saw something at the treeline. You also,,, just want to sit in Shownu’s den and have him comfort you while you’re dealing with this frustration

The wind howls as it’s snowing - you forgot your hat and your mittens, and you don’t have anything under your coat but flimsy sleepwear

Underneath the snow are branches and dead thickets - you trip over one trying to get through the inches and inches of snow

You scream when your gun goes off, your body shaken as the noise vibrates through your bones

You whimper and cry out as the gun recoils out of your hand, landing near your head as your face is in the snow

It’s so cold it burns but you can’t move because you’re in shock. Did you shoot yourself anywhere?! You’re freezing and you can’t tell anymore, so you lay there until you can hear again

You feel like your name is called amongst the ringing in your ear, and you’re afraid it’s your father, but it’s much too close for that

You sigh as you try to move, but you indeed feel something holding you back

Lifting your top half you keep yourself steady on your heads despite how they burn being buried in the snow. You see that there’s blood seeping into the landscape, and you know you’ve been shot somewhere in your leg. Your pants cover the bullet wound and you can’t tell where it comes from but you sure as hell can’t walk anywhere like this

Tears sting your eyes as you become scared. You can’t even see Shownu’s den from here - you’re stuck in the middle of your house and Shownu

“Shownu!” You scream into the howling wind. It’s practically useless as you feel your voice being swallowed up by the snow fall. You call five more times for help, each time becoming more desperate and filled with fear

You might,,, die like this. You’ll freeze as you have no choice but to lay in the snow. You dig your hands into the snow, trying to pull yourself forward, but it’s hardly any use. The ground is too uneven and filled with debris - it only hurts as you dig your fingers into dead thorns and try to drag your freezing body

You suddenly hear something that you can compare to a dog panting

You scream and try to reach for your gun when you see something you never thought you’d see again,,,

The creature. It towers over you as your frozen fingers can’t reach the gun half lost in snow

You see the clouds of breath that comes from it’s nostrils but it’s only standing over you and you can’t predict what it will do next

You can’t predict what it will do next,,, but you certainly don’t expect it to nuzzle your cheek like a pet

And you don’t expect it to circle around you to sniff at your leg before whining in pain

It lays by you, as if it were a big spoon. The fur is more than enough to start warming you up, it’s chin resting over the top of your head, and it’s paw drapes over your stomach

When you breathe you know it sounds like you’re in pain - and you are, but you don’t know what to do

But whether it’s from the cold, the fear, or the pain you can’t help but close your eyes and trust that you won’t be an appetizer

You wake up in Shownu’s den. It’s like you can tell it’s early morning, and you can tell that a lot has happened

“Shownu?” You murmur as you sit up on his makeshift cot he uses as a bed. The fire is already roaring, and he sits on the bench where you two first met

He’s quiet, probably upset at you for being in danger.

“(Y/n) I told you never to come at night. It’s dangerous and you could have died.”

You blink “I...know. I’m sorry.”

It’s quiet as you remember the creature who must have not eaten you. You wonder why - to an animal, meat is meat. Humans get attacked all the time.

“You know how I always ask if you’ve seen something strange in these woods?” You ask tentatively as you stare at him through the licks of the flames in the air. Shownu meets your gaze and nods

“Well -”

You’re cut off by Shownu sighing, his shoulders drooping as he talks before you can continue

“(Y/n) I lied. I’m...the thing. T-The hybrid that isn’t quite a wolf or a coyote or a hyena. I’m not a werewolf nor a skinwalker - it’s called a Warakin. My name...Even my mother gave me my name from it. Shunka Warakin, (Y/n). I’m sorry.”

You’re stunned,,, You’re not quite sure how to take it in, and you want to accuse him of joking or pulling your leg but;;;; Shownu isn’t like that.

“W-What?” You ask, mind confused and in a haze. You’re not sure if the bullet caused an infection and you’re really just going into a comatose world made up of fairies, nymphs, and,,,, these Warakin’s.

“I didn’t want you to hate me. I know taking animals from your farm is wrong...but there’s only small game around here, and..I feel guilty. I only let you see me in my human form, because I knew you’d kill me for doing this to you.”

And that’s,,, when you realize Shownu has been the one causing so much frustration, heartbreak, and pain.

You don’t want to be mad at him now,,, but you can’t help but feel a sudden lump in your throat

“So...Y-You…”

“I’m grateful you didn’t kill me that night. Though, I wanted to leave this place, the bullet took a really long time to heal.”

“Sorry….I didn’t know. I don’t like killing.. I was just scared you would hurt me. Well - and - I didn’t know it was you. I would never do that.”

He nods before taking the pot off the fire and bringing out plates for breakfast

“You have a bullet in your shin. Do you know how that happened?” He asks calmly as he gives you a plate with a small portion of fish and raspberries. He then leans down to inspect the bandaged wound

“Yeah..it was an accident. I tripped over the dead thickets, and the gun recoiled.”

Shownu doesn’t say anything else as he leaves it to heal

“It’s nearly seven thirty, and you can’t get back to your father on your own. What should we do? I want to take you back…”

“I know you would carry me, but yeah, father would be worried and angry. There’s no explanation..”

“There’s a nymph around here that’s strong. With the help with Minhyuk, Kyun, and Ki...they might be able to help you make it back without being visible.”

You nod and finish your breakfast. “I’ll tell father that I just went into the village...maybe he will believe me.”

The plan is set in action, but before Minhyuk comes with his friends, Shownu grabs your hand with a worried look

“Do you hate me..?”

You shake your head, “No. Really, Shownu, I could never hate you. You need to live..and at that time I thought it was just another animal. You’re not that.”

“Then will you still visit me after your leg heals?”

You smile and nod, “Of course.”

Over the last year you had come to know Shownu really well. He felt like a friend, a best friend alongside Minhyuk. But while you could always be best friends with Minhyuk, you couldn’t with Shownu

He was too perfect sometimes,,, in personality, looks, and just who he was

While you heal you think of lots of things about the people you’ve met. You work on the farm trying to hide the injury from your father or feign sick on the days you can’t find the strength to carry on walking

Minhyuk visits your window at night, and this is how you and Shownu communicate as it takes a hair over two months for your leg to heal. There’s a scar, but you’re grateful Shownu still did everything he did. You felt guilty you couldn’t help him with his bullet wound

But you know once you’re ready to make the trek back to Shownu’s den, things might be different

Even if they’re different, you know he and Minhyuk will always be by your side

_______

This was long. 4.8k! I think I’m in love with this AU though, it’s just strange enough to be unique. And I can’t help it I’m a sucker for Shownu uwu.

-S

#monsta x #monsta x fanfic #monsta x shownu #monsta x au #monsta x shownu au #shunka warakin au #shunka warakin #shownu #shownu au

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lushscreamqueen · 3 years

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THE SATANIC RITES OF DRACULA on the Schlocky Horror Picture Show

OPENING: Hello, good evening, and welcome to the Schlocky Horror Picture Show. I'm your host, Nigel Honeybone. Count Dracula may be immortal, but the sun was bound to rise on the long-running Hammer series of Dracula films starring Christopher Lee, the most recognisable incarnation of Count Dracula second only to Bela Lugosi. And sunrise came not a moment too soon, since tonight's film is one of the most laughable attempts to update a horror character to the present day. So consider yourself warned: this film really sucks, but not the way a Dracula movie should. BREAK: I told you it sucks. The Schlocky Horror Picture Show will return with Dracula And His Vampire Bride right after this mandatory satanic ritual. MIDDLE: Hello, and welcome back to The Schlocky Horror Picture Show. Satanic Rites begins where Dracula AD 1972 finishes, but where that earlier film was a largely conventional vampire story made modern only by Dracula's victims, The Satanic Rites of Dracula transforms the ancient vampire into a scheming later day super-villain. He has henchmen who kill, kidnap and ride around on motorcycles, a mystical oriental women, deadly serums, colluding heads of industry, a future-retro control room, and even ex-Bond girl Johanna Lumley as fangbait. Perhaps this should have been called "The Man With The Pointy Teeth". Come to think of it, with a basement full of brides that should be "The Mormon With The Pointy Teeth"...I wonder what the pre-nuptual agreement looked like... This is Christopher Lee's eighth and last appearance as the bloodsucker, as believing that the presentation of the character had seriously deteriorated he refused to don the cape ever again for Hammer. However, he was happy to send himself up in the 1976 French comedy "Dracula Father and Son", and he sported a rather nice brown and black ensemble as fangless Count Dooku in two of the three Star Wars prequels. For an immortal creature of the night, he's aged quite a bit, hasn't he? I worked with Lee in 1967 as his double on the Italian horror film Castle Of The Walking Dead, following his death at the hands of Tarzan himself, Lex Barker... ...do your own stunts next time, Chris. Peter Cushing reprises his role as Lorrimar Van Helsing, member of a family whose men are all born at the age of seventy, who he played once more in Hammer's ninth and last Dracula film, the Kung-Fu extravaganza "The Legend of the Seven Golden Vampires", also know as "The Seven Brothers and One Sister Meet Dracula". He then moved into other, less serious film work. Like it's predecessor "Dracula AD 1972", "Dracula And His Vampire Bride" was the work of Canadian Alan Gibson, and very dodgy work it is too, with a screenplay penned by Doctor Who veteran Don Houghton, which explains the science fiction elements. By this time in the Dracula series there are more things that kill vampires than there are things that don't, and in a piece of stunningly bad judgment, Dracula has chosen a residence only slightly less dangerous to vampires than the surface of the sun: an old church. So what can kill vampires in this movie? Wooden stake through the heart. The classic means of vampire dispatch, it's lucky for our heroes that Dracula's basement is full of loose lumber and his estate comes with a rickety pailing fence ideal for...impaling. Garlic. It's mentioned, but surprisingly never used, possibly because Dracula wasn't actually growing any himself. Sunlight. This has always made vampires approximately 50% less scary than they could be. The sign of the cross. It's doesn't even have to be a proper crucifix or anything, just two vaguely straight things held perpendicular will do. Of course, this won't kill a vampire, but it does make them cower behind their hands, giving you the chance to run like hell. Take it. Holy words. Yes, just saying The Lord's Prayer will drive poor Dracula off. Kamahl's version drives everyone off. Running water. That evil creatures can't cross naturally running water is an old European belief, and it was used well in "Dracula, Prince of Darkness", but

used badly here when extended to include indoor plumbing. Naturally, our Count has observed safety regulations and installed a sprinkler system. Fire. It wouldn't really be a Hammer film if a house didn't catch on fire at the end. Despite the sprinkler system. Prickly bushes. No, really. Because Jesus wore a crown of thorns, prickly bushes can hurt Dracula. So if you see a vampire, which will be a lot since there are more films about Dracula than Jesus, remember to get your prickly bushes out. Anvils. Oh, sorry, that's the coyote's natural enemy. Given the list of vampire weaknesses, it's pretty impressive that Dracula survived until 1974. It turns out the one thing that kills vampires for good, however, is really bad moviemaking. Half of this movie is shot from behind various lighting fixtures. Did the cinematographer have some vision impairment that made him incapable of telling when a lampshade was in the way of his shutter? There's also an early scene where apparently they had someone about three feet tall fill in for the cameraman. I'm sure I learnt everything I wanted to know about the interior of the average British actor's nose during that scene. Other things you may not want to know about this film include the fact that it was almost called "Dracula is Dead and Well and Living In London", but sanity prevailed...in a form. It was also the very first flick to feature a bare-breasted staking, which probably explains why it's release was delayed five years in the US...it had the only thing, or should I say two things, more frightening to an American audience than impalements, flesh eating diseases and the supernatural combined. Well, before we return to the eternal struggle between good and evil, I'd like to point out a little something to Dracula fans: there's a line from Bram Stoker's original novel coming up very soon. See if you can pick it out. CLOSING: So Dracula wanders into a thorn bush, becomes impaled on his own picket fence, and his remains evaporate in the rising sun. Hang on, wasn't it just striking midnight a few minutes ago? So, to all you Dracula acolytes out there did the line "My revenge has spread over centuries and has just begun!" ring any bells? Not only was it used in the original film trailer, it's also one of those rare moments when Bram Stoker's original dialogue could actually be heard in a Dracula film. So please join me next week when I have the opportunity to present you with more unthinkable realities and unbelievable factoids of the darkest days of cinema, exposing the most daring shriek-and-shudder shock sensations to ever be found in the steaming cesspit of the Public Domain on...The Schlocky Horror Picture Show. Toodles!

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mosylufanfic · 7 years

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Reading Faces

So obviously I saw the promo pics. And obviously I had some Feelings. Luckily this was perfect for Season 4 Day of Killervibe weekend.

Reading Faces

When Caitlin walked in the staff door, the afternoon bartender was in the stock room, pulling down a case of Dos Equis for the cooler out front. "Hey," Allie said, glancing up. "You've got an admirer out front.”

“You’d think after what happened when he groped my ass, jean-jacket guy would steer clear,” Caitlin said absently, clocking in.

“Not jean-jacket guy. Long-haired dude at the end of the bar. He came in half an hour ago asking for you."

Caitlin frowned at her. They had pretty strict rules about telling people their schedules, because that was how a female bartender got stalkers. She wasn’t in the mood to scare someone off today. "You didn't tell him I'd be here, did you?"

Allie shrugged. "I said maybe you'd be around later, and he said he'd wait." She flipped a bar towel over her shoulder. “Do me a favor would you? Don’t break his pinky. He tips real good.”

Of course he did.

She walked out to the front of house and spotted Cisco right away, perched on a stool at the end of the bar, nursing a beer. A bowl that had held bar mix sat empty in front of him.

She stood in the shadows a moment, soaking him in. His hair was longer, falling in curls to his shoulders. He didn’t have any visible bruises, and he sat on the stool easily, without any stiffness that might indicate he was in pain from the epic throwdown on the docks a few nights ago.

(She'd really just seen it mentioned in passing, online, browsing her phone during her break. She wasn't keeping tabs on them. She wasn't.)

He looked - older. Not in a bad way. More certain of himself, more certain of his place in the world.

With a pang, she wondered if all he’d ever needed was for her to leave.

He looked up and his gaze unerringly found her.

She felt pinned to the floor, sick with dread. His face, usually so expressive, was a calm mask of nothingness. He didn't look happy or sad or angry or . . . anything, really.

But he'd come here.

He tilted his glass. “Hey there. I could use a refill.”

She stalked across the back of the bar, her boots sticking to the floor in a few spots. Allie must have spilled again. “You got a tab?” she asked - the first words she'd said to him since let me go, under a tree in a cemetery, six months ago.

“Yep.”

She pulled another beer - Tecate, she knew without asking - and plonked it in front of him, then turned to the register to add the drink to his tab.

“Great service here,” he commented. “So warm and friendly.”

He probably hadn’t meant warm in that way - probably. But all the same, it jabbed at something in her chest. She turned to him and crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

“Hi,” he said. “How are you doing? Oh, just fine. Thanks for asking.”

“You’re here to drag me back.”

“Maybe I came by to catch up with an old friend.” He looked her up and down. “You got a new look. It’s . . . interesting.”

She snorted. “You’re here to drag me back because it’s what you do. After Ronnie died, you came to my apartment with your whole sob story about Wells and the coma guy, and how much they needed a doctor. After the singularity, you came to Mercury Labs with your weird drained ID card story. You even tried to drag me back - “ She bit her own tongue, hard, and felt blood flood her mouth.

From the look on his face, he knew what she was stopping herself from saying.

Her memories of her time as Killer Frost were foggy. Mostly she remembered how free she'd felt. She'd been loose, wild, unshackled from the chains of caring about anyone or anything.

And a small, hideous part of her missed it even now.

Clearer memories surfaced sometimes, with a sound or a smell. She remembered attacking her friends. She remembered taking Iris (who she thought was Iris) to be murdered. She remembered HR dying.

She wished she could erase all of it. Wipe it away, wipe Killer Frost away, wipe Caitlin Snow away. She wished she could be a person who’d never known or hurt any of them.

But she remembered Cisco. His face when she'd attacked them in the pipeline before escaping Star Labs like she should have done years ago. His face when he'd faced her down in Tracy Brand's lab. His face when she'd said she never loved any of them. Devastated, longing, disbelieving.

His face when he’d thrown the cure at her feet, that last night in the forest. That time, his expression had been different. Sometimes she thought it had been anger. Sometimes, she thought it had been contempt.

(A relationship can survive anything but contempt, she’d read once, and the words gnawed at her now, like the eagle gnawing at Prometheus's vitals.)

He swirled his beer in the glass. A little sploshed over onto his hand. “It's been six months since you walked away from Star Labs," he said to his hand as he wiped it clean with a bar napkin. "I’ve left you alone like you asked.”

She grabbed the empty bowl in front of him and dumped the crumbs into the trash before pouring it full of bar mix again. She slapped it down. "And now you're back. Let me guess. Barry needs help."

His eyes flickered, and she nodded, moving down the bar to refill more of the bowls. Allie had a bad tendency to let them get empty by the end of her shift, because she knew it was one of the first things Caitlin did. "It's always Barry first, isn't it? Your word is good only so long as Barry's not involved."

"No," he said. "I know what you think, and I’m not having that fight right now."

"He hung up his cowl after Savitar, didn't he? Turned over the mantle of protector to you and Kid Flash?" You're doing a good job, she wanted to say, and didn't. "What does he need now?"

Cisco poked at the bar mix, picking out several of the little honey-flavored twists. "He went into the speed force the night of H.R.s funeral. To protect us all."

The plastic of the bar mix canister crumpled briefly under her fingers.

Oh, god, Iris.

Maybe she should -

What was she thinking? She was the last person Iris would want commiseration from right now.

"Of course," she said, carefully loosening her grip. "Of course he did. That sounds just like him." She made herself set the canister down and screw the lid on, even though she hadn't filled all the bowls yet.

She leaned against the bar, staring across the room at the light-up beer ad with the naked pinup girl. Once upon a time, she would have fought to get it taken down. Now, it was wallpaper.

Barry had been in the Speed Force all this time and she hadn't known.

Slowly, as if the words were wrenched out of him, Cisco said, “We need Barry back because Vibe and Kid Flash aren't doing it, okay? We're holding this city together with string, and it's fraying faster by the day. Central City needs the Flash, and you can help us get him back."

When she didn't say anything, he snapped, "Last time I checked, this was your home, too.”

She snapped back, “And don’t you think I've done enough damage to it?” To you?

“We need you,” he said. “Just help us this one time.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

“Poor baby, all alone in your turtle shell, and here’s mean old me trying to get you back out into the world again. God, I’m a monster.”

“No you’re not,” she said. “I am. Remember?”

His face contorted with a mix of emotions, too much and too fast for her to parse out.

He didn’t contradict her.

She turned away. “Drink your beer and get out."

At the other end of the bar, someone hailed her. She went and took an order for a round of shots. The vodka they wanted was at the end of the bar near Cisco. She set up the tray and poured them out, avoiding his gaze.

He waited until she'd delivered the tray and was wiping down the bar to say, “So you’re not coming back?”

“I can’t imagine anyone's a fan of the idea," she said, scrubbing at the gummy splotch just under the soda gun. It dripped no matter what anybody did about it. "Did you bring backup? Did you tell anybody where you were going? What if I turned you into a popsicle?”

He ignored that. "So you'd rather stay here working a shitty job and looking like an extra from Coyote Ugly?"

She slid him a dark look. Clearly, he'd never dressed for tips. It was amazing how fast your high-minded ideals about sexualization and objectification eroded when you had to make rent. "For a guy who runs around in head-to-toe leather as much as you do, I don’t see how you have anything to say about my new look.”

"You're not denying it's a shitty job."

"This is about all I’m qualified to do."

"You're a literal doctor."

"I was never board-certified, remember? I never had any business treating any of you." Maybe it would have been better if she never had.

“Still, this gig is like the anti-Caitlin. You're serving assholes and working crazy hours. Are you punishing yourself?”

"I'm used to working crazy hours, and this place offered me a job with very little experience.”

And she’d gotten knocked down several more pegs, learning how to do it. She’d thought she was all the way down at the bottom but she’d found deeper, somehow.

"You could have gone back to Mercury Labs."

"I quit Mercury Labs, remember?” For you, she didn’t say. Because you came with your puppy eyes and your tantalizing mystery and I couldn’t resist and you knew it.

“Like they wouldn’t take you back."

"My life and my choices are none of your business."

He stood up. He hadn't touched his refilled drink. “I left you alone because you asked me to,” he said. “Like I did all the other times.”

She slapped the washcloth onto the bar and spun to face him. “Until Barry needed help. Like all the other times.”

“No. Until I had a good enough reason to come see you.”

Their eyes held. It was too dim in here to read the expression in his. Or maybe she didn’t want to.

He said, “Tell me to leave you alone.”

She opened her mouth. The words snarled her tongue.

He waited ten seconds, thirty, a minute. Then his shoulders and his mouth softened. Relief? She didn’t know. “You know where to find us,” he said.

“I won’t.”

“Sure,” he said, turning to go.

“Cisco,” she said.

He turned around.

“You need to close out your tab.”

“Oh,” he said, his exit ruined.

She avoided his eyes while she printed out his receipt.

She could have covered it, actually, but he was here for another few seconds as he took it from her and pulled a pen out of his pocket. She stared at the one long curl that fell out from behind his ear as he bent his head to sign the receipt.

I do miss Star Labs. I miss being part of something. I miss being in your life. I miss being your friend. I miss you.

She didn't say any of that. Instead, she said, awkwardly, “How - How’s it going with Cindy?”

His head popped up. Surprise flickered across his face. “How do you know about that?”

“She showed up from another dimension to rescue you when I tried to kill you,” she said very evenly. “And she's been in Central City a few times since then. Helping out. I figured there had to be something there.”

“It’s going okay,” he said after a long moment. “Good, actually. Long distance is hard, but I think we’re making it work.”

Months ago, before Killer Frost, she would have asked another question or two, and they would have ended up talking it out for hours. But she didn't have that right anymore. “Good,” she said instead.

He handed the receipt back, took a five out of his wallet, and tucked it in the tip jar. This early on a Tuesday evening, it was the biggest denomination in there. She immediately resolved to give it to Allie.

She didn’t watch him go. She could at least tell herself that.

For the rest of her shift, she pulled drinks and rang up tabs, filled bowls of bar mix and fended off come-ons, and pored over every moment, every blink, every twist of his mouth.

It was only as she was walking home early in the morning that she thought of the one expression she hadn’t seen on his face -

Contempt.

FINIS

#Caitlin Snow #Cisco Ramon #Killervibe #killervibeweekend17 #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #fanfiction #I have Feelings okay #the flash

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juviatho · 7 years

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out of the woods ( self para ! )

so maybe running away like some over-emotional teenager wasn’t the best idea after the news broke about the chairman of jwa company being her biological father and her biological mother being nothing but another disappointed she could add to her list of people who simply used her. after spending three days in paris ( a place she knew no one would even bat an eye at ) the strawberry blonde decided to make her way back to new york except greenville was not her destination, in fact, she was avoiding the town like someone in 1347 avoiding the black plague. juvia still couldn’t face everything that was going on in her life and though she felt guilty for leaving everyone without giving them an explanation she simply couldn’t return and pretend nothing had happened.

once she reached her destination, an old cabin in the woods her father had bought back when she was five and would be their summer getaways, that was until everything turned to shit and they just stopped coming up there altogether. the cabin wasn’t exactly the easiest to find since it was a good two-hour hike on some forgotten trail that nature had reclaimed over the years but juvia still knew this place like the back of her hands; it was her secret getaway whenever things got bad. the petite blonde hiked quietly for those two hours not wanting to catch a break since that would mean she had to think about her situation and she'd rather exhaust herself to death than to even think about how shitty her life changed overnight. after finally reaching the cabin, juvia placed her bag down as she opened it to let mimi out, ( yes, she couldn't just leave the poor cat behind and decided to bring her on the journey from paris to the cabin ) as she practically collapsed on the hardwood floors but somehow ended up making it to the dusty couch that hasn't been used in months.

she spent her days in the cabin exactly how she spent them in france, locked in the room and just crying. she hadn’t eaten or slept for all that time so to say she was exhausted was a bit of an understatement it was just every time she closed her eyes she’d just picture the face her biological mother pulled and how she was manipulated and for what? a little bit of money? juvia just felt like an idiot to even think that her mother wanted an actual relationship with her. after a few days passed the blonde finally decided it would the right time to leave the cabin except that mother nature had other ideas as it poured down for hours, the small lake in front of the small wooden cabin seemed to be growing meaning the trail was most likely flooded by this point which meant she was basically trapped. frustration arose in the young girl as she paced back in forth as she decided to complain about it on social media which had caught nari and sungmin’s attention which she was slightly thankful since they were one of the only two people could actually get someone to help her out of there. after an hour she noticed nari’s panic text that read sungmin had left to go get her which caused her to roll her eyes in slight annoyance no understanding why he would even go out in a storm this bad. juvia packed her things up and placed mimi back in her bag as she headed out the door into the pouring rain.

after at least an hour of hiking in the pouring rain and being covered in mud and leaves, her vision blurry due to the rain but she couldn’t let that stop her from searching for the male since according to nari, the woods weren’t exactly his forte, and he could have been anywhere by now. a loud groan left the girls lip as she tucked the wet strands of hair behind her ear as she continued stomping her way to find him. not more than twenty minutes had passed until she noticed the familiar male clearly struggling to move any further from where he was, he seemed to be in worse shape than she had imagined, already covered in mood head to toe meaning he most likely slipped countless of times. a sigh left her parted lips as she made her way closer to him being sure not to slip herself. “yah! what are you doing out here? are you trying to get killed?” juvia shouted loudly since the sound of the rain hitting the ground was loud enough to block out her words if she had spoken normally.

“juvia! thank god, i found you!” he shouted in relief as he gave up in his struggle as he looked over at the petite girl which caused her to scoff at his words.

“more like i found you,” she retorted as she moved in closer to help the older male with his balance being careful on where she stepped, “what are you even doing out here?” she questioned again glancing up at the mud covered male.

“i came to bring you back to nari, please come back home...she’s a mess and won’t sleep,” sungmin spoke loudly, his words generated sadness into the blonde’s heart not knowing how bad her decision of running off had affected the people she held close to her.

“you didn’t have to come all the way out there, this isn’t your problem so you didn’t have to go through all this,” she informed him, her tone coming out rather bitter not that she was upset at him per say but she was mad at his decision. he was the only other thing nari and instead of comforting her he was always here trying to play hero.

sungmin flinched slightly at her tone but it didn’t let it affect him as he shook his head, “i’m here because i’m your brother...you’re not alone in this world anymore, you never were, you had nari and now you have me and sumin...maybe hyunmin and our father,” he told her, “you aren’t alone anymore so stop acting like it.” he scolded the young girl. juvia was slightly taken back by his words, she knew her decisions the past week were more than selfish but she was always used to being alone that it never crossed her mind that she wasn’t, the blonde simply stood there quietly feeling a tear stream down her face but was thankful for the pouring rain that made it nearly unnoticeable to anyone but her, “even that guy you always hang out with, the giant one, he’s been worried sick about you and i made myself look like a total ass when i went to see him at the ward,” he chuckled softly at his words.

at the mention of jaehyun juvia grew slightly defensive as she furrowed her brows, “why did you go to see him in the ward?” she questioned.

“we questioned all your friends,” a lie, a straight up lie but he didn’t see the harm in it, “we just wanted to know where the hell you were.”

juvia narrowed her eyes slightly as she whipped away the rain and tears that caused her vision to blur as she shook her head, “i wasn’t lost and you should have left him alone he didn’t know i was going to run off,” she spoke her voice stern, however if her heart was filled with nothing but sadness hearing about nari she swore she could feel her heart-shattering at the mention of jae being a mess but she played it off as if it didn’t affect her.

sungmin rolled his eyes as he extended his hand out waiting for juvia to take it, “well, come on, let’s get going i don’t want to become wolf dinner standing out there like idiots,” he offered her a soft smile. juvia was hesitant at first as she eyed his hand for a second before placing her hand slowly in his.

it didn’t take long for them to get out of the woods after multiple miss calls of slipping and hearing the howls of the coyotes nearby which just caused sungmin to practically run down the trail just bringing him to trip over logs and getting covered in even more mud. just after two more hours, they reached the main road which was empty as always, just a fancy looking car parked on the side which she assumed belonged to sungmin. “your poor leather seats, they aren’t going to like this,” she spoke in a sad tone as she glanced down to her clothes which were drenched and covered in mud.

“i’ll just have them replaced, just hurry and get in before we catch hypothermia an – ” he paused for a second which caused juvia to arch a brow at his direction at his sudden quietness, after nearly three hours of hearing him talk about nothing but his cat it seemed strange that he had suddenly gotten quiet. “d-do i have something on my f-face?” he stuttered out.

the blonde stepped forwards as she noticed a not-so-small spider making it’s way down his face, now, juvia wasn’t scared of spiders or snakes, or anything the was categorized under creepy crawly but this spider just gave her the goosebumps as she took a step back. “that’s a fucking huge ass spider on your face,” she informed him and with that he let out a high pitch scream as he jumped up and down on the spot.

“kill it! do something! punch me! punch me and kill it!” he commanded her, juvia clearly thought he was just being overdramatic but she had to listen to her older brother as she bawled her fist tightly.

“just remember, this is going to hurt...” she warned him.

“how hard can you hit? you’ –” before he could finish that all too sexist sentence juvia’s fist had made contact with his face and the spider as sungmin stumbled backward his hand flying up to where she had hit a few seconds ago curse words spilling out of his mouth.

“what was that?” juvia asked with a smug expression on her face, though her fist was stinging it wasn’t the worse pain it’s been in so she simply ignored it, “do you want to finish that sentence, oppa?”

“just....just get in the care so we can leave this fucking place,” he grumbled as he held onto the side of his face making his way towards the car and unlocking it. juvia followed happily behind as she sat in the passenger seat opening her bag and letting out mimi for some fresh air. “what...what is that?” sungmin asked eyeing the cat.

“a cat, what the hell does it look like?” juvia replied as she pet the at, avoiding the clear signs of the other’s discomfort, “her name is mimi, isn’t she the prettiest baby you’ve seen? she belongs to jaehyun but i like to think she belongs to me as well because she’s just...such a cute cat.” juvia gushed about the cat in front of her as she pet it.

“meredith is much cuter, and she’s of pedigree.” he mumbled which won a soft giggle from juvia as she rolled her eyes at his comment.

“just drive you idiot or nari is going to kill us.” juvia simply replied with a soft smile on her lips.

#( self para ! )#this had so much potential but #i got lazy #i love my brother x sister team yes #should i tw juvia punching him over a spder #???#oh well #anyway #i'll post starters tomorrow #this took me hours bc i kept deleting and redoing but im content with this

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