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skrunksthatwunk · 4 months

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went back to the sketchbooks around when i was going through yyh for the first time in 2019 and found a pile of near-yearly sticky note updates about my relationship with the series next to my first yyh doodles, a page full of kuwabaras. thought it'd be fun to share

+ more thoughts and old yyh art below

(it's crazy i didn't find any kurama-centric pages for months bc i think he's the one i doodled in the margins of class notes and stuff the most. his hair's pwetty and he gives me the least trouble outta any of the main 4)

something i noticed while skimming the two sketchbooks i took these from was how mean i was to myself at the time about my art. i guess it hit me more because i don't really spend hours going through my old sketchbooks over and over to track my progress and growth like i used to quite often. i guess it was only a little after when my self esteem was lowest (8th grade, tale as old as time), but... idk. i knew back then that i'd grown a lot in the few years since i started drawing more seriously (that's why i looked through my art so much), but like... i guess that never translated into being nice to myself about it. i ended up going back through about ten more sketchbooks to find more yyh art, and in the coming years i'm glad to say that negativity in the margins went away. hell yeah

but even so, my love for yyh was a constant and effusive thing, as it is now. it's probably the oldest of my current media interests. i watched myself get into rgg and develop my ocs and watched others fade in and out, watched my style loop back on itself and go all over the place, passed by pages of writing about crushes and album releases and gender discoveries and my grandparents dying, all surrounded by little drawings of the characters i love. including kuwabara in a maid dress right next to my dead grandma grief rambling that one time (no i'm not kidding. my grandma died in like late 2020 and the page where i poured my heart out after finding out she was gone just trying to process everything had one with catboy maid dress kuwabara directly opposite it, who i'd drawn like the evening before she died in her sleep. he killed my grandma from like 100 miles away he was that powerful. that wasn't even the last time i drew him like that and i don't even care about catboys or maid dresses much. i think it was just a bigger meme and he was the guy i most associated with cats. i put that man in a situation and he fucking got her because the book couldn't contain him. some victor frankenstein shit. anyway)

i took about 150 pictures, most with multiple sketches. i decided not to add any more though bc 1) i posted some of them on old accounts but i don't remember which ones, and tbh i value my anonymity a little too much 2) All Of The Pictures Turned Out Bad in ways i don't feel like getting into but just trust me it's like 6 layers of fucked up illegible image bullshit 3) i found it hard to narrow it down to things i felt were indicative of the development or interesting or anything like that. idk. i figured it was an interesting exercise for me and it probably wouldn't really mean anything to anyone else. and that's ok :) it was nice anyway. i mostly mention it to be like Oh My God i've drawn these guys a lot and i STILL don't know what i'm doing... :| it's fun

however i did transcribe the notes i left:

7/9/19: yo it's been less than a week & i'm on ep. 80 wtf i love this show

8/14/20: 1/2way thru my 3rd watch (first dub, first [with older sibling]) & honestly still love it & kuwabara being the first one i drew makes me happy

7/28/21: i'm watching it w/ [younger sibling] now! 4th(ish) watch, 2nd time through the dub, which is so much better than the sub really elevates the text. we're at the semifinals of the DT, which means this is technically my 5th time through yyh up until that point but eh semantics anyway i still love & obsess over yyh! <3

1/14/24 (present day): hey, i'm rewatching yyh for the.. idk 5th or 6th time. still love it & never stopped. now i'm writing fic & drawing & posting about it. i have friends i talk to about it. [both siblings] have seen it. so much has changed, and so little, but it made me sad seeing how much i insulted my own art. i love you 2019 me. god knows you needed it

[+ this drawing]:

anyway. forever fornever. if you even care

#that's all. just kind of a personal post i thought was neat. skrunklore #skrunkart #yyh #yu yu hakusho #you can really feel the 14 y/o in a lot of the little notes and stuff but that too is part of the growth and change im trying to celebrate.#ripping my fingernails off about it but it needs to be done #also the hearts are because they love each other. and also me in like a cheering you on kinda way #ok more lore but around jr year i started feeling like my art was getting worse or at least stagnating and i kind of wished i could go back #to the era where a lot of that art is from bc there were little things i was better at and also bc i was much more prolific and adventurous #and while i'm sympathetic to it looking back after another couple of years it's like nah. no i was still growing i was just too close to se #like i'll be like oughh i haven't grown at all in years >:(( and then i'll look at the art i made over the course of 2023 and go oh nvm lol #some of it was more 'getting back into the swing of things' + traditional and tech issues being resolved but there was also growth #there is also stuff to be proud of and there always is and there always will be. that goes for you too reader #no matter what your art does or does not look like. i guess that's part of why im posting this too #part of what got me into visual art was seeing how people's art changed (sketchbook tours). it's cool and seeing that learning process so #well preserved and so easily analyzed kinda activated something in my brain. i think it got me past a lot of the 'im just not talented'#stuff a lotta ppl have that keeps them from drawing or sharing it or whatever. anyway art's cool i love art. gonna go draw now probably :D #ALSO really funny watching the way i drew myself change. all in ways that make sense but still funny to me. long hair glasses girl you'd #probably keel over if you saw what we look like now. hell yeah

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msxrik · 3 months

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I'm in my era so catch the 1st and prob the only Dr.masacrik smut on this app.

Curiosity killed the Cat

Fem!reader x Masacrik

warnings: this is obv a little fucked up so just a heads up. Heavy bdsm, dubcon, breeding kink, choking, blood, abuse just a little ill make it as mild as i can, sexual content, mimi isn't mentioned as you are in her place atm the ending is rushed its 3am

Sorry for the mistakes i have to go to sleep man

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You woke up in the same room as always, white walls, a small window, dark floor with a grey rug. But something felt different. You turned your head to catch a glimpse of the door when you saw it crooked open your heart skipped a beat. Then you felt an exhale on your head. You totally forgot you fell asleep on his lap while he was stroking your hair. You looked up gently thinking masacrik might be asleep but there he meets your eyes with a smile on his face. You shivered. Were you scared of him? No he never hit you, just ordered you around the house and you do appreciate him for saving your life. Were you manipulated? Probably yes! But you never thought about it. You shoot him a crooked smile as you try to wipe the blush off your face.

-Ah look who finally woke up- he says stroking your head lovingly.

-sorry i fell asleep i should get up-

He shushed you

-come on i have work to do and you are going with me.

He got up and you followed him to his room. After getting a few things he sat down by his desk patting his thigh. You sat on his lap as he rests his chin on the top of your head

-You see i have to focus so don't you move a muscle you hear me?- his tone changed as a shiver runs up your spine you nod your head. In response you get a pleased hum and a kiss on the top of your head.

You tried to relax there not moving as he asked of you. You knew his mood swings but he got so angry at one point you flinched. He froze in response.

- i-im sorry this won't happen again...

- get out. - he said.

Now, getting his negative and abusive attention is better than receiving none. You thought for a second, deciding to disobey him, you were curious. You turned around facing him cupping his face into your hands. As you gave him a small kiss on his lips. Shutting your eyes you felt so much fear but at the same time that familiar heat in your stomach you got every time he called your name or smiled at you.

There was silence, but he didn't kick you out of the room, he didn't hit you, he just looked at you.

-uh.. im- im really sorry i have no idea what's gotten into me im- ill leave now...-you sighed attempting to get off of his lap. You both were together for three months now and it was getting harder for you to please yourself.

-Stay - he slurred out holding you by your waist.

You looked up at his face as he leaned in to kiss you. It was a deep kiss he bit at your lower lip drawing blood from it as it dribbled down your and his chin. You pulled away gasping for air. The eyes you gave him flipped some kind of switch inside him. He got up with you in his arms. It was easy you were nearly half his size. You heard your heartbeat as he threw you onto the bed, he kissed you deeply once again you felt his hand undoing the collar you had on. Then he pulled off your turtle neck leaving you in just a bra skirt and tights.

You reached your hands out for him as he leaned to you kissing your neck leaving bite marks and bruises all over your body. He pulled at your tights ripping them just enough to have a clear way to your crotch then he sat back on the bed. The room was dimmed you just saw his hungry gaze almost eating up your body.

-touch yourself for me.

-h-huh?-you barely stuttered that out he made you feel fear and embarrassment but it was turning you on more.

- I'm not repeating myself. You think that your room is unsupervised? I see you doing it all the time now don't be shy show me.

You sigh in embarrassment as you reach down your crotch sliding your underwear away rubbing your clit with your free hand, your legs shaking already. You slid one finger inside pushing that spot that made you see stars. Then you added another one and as you were about to reach your climax you made the terrible mistake of closing your legs. You felt his hands on your legs in seconds pushing them open, his hard grasp bruising your soft flesh as you gasped

- m-mnh... Im sorry...- you sighed out as you kept pushing your fingers in and out. Just to once again as you were closer then ever get stopped by him

- wait, i want to feel you cum on my dick.

He said that like it was the most casual thing on earth. You took your hand away and felt something cold touching your crotch you looked down to see a pair of scissors you shivered as he cut your underwear out of the way. He wanted to have you in those cute tights but taking the underwear off and putting them back on was too big of a struggle for him. Then you finally felt the thing you wished for for the past 2 months.

He slammed his hips sliding inside you as you moaned arching your back.

-A-agh! Mngh.. im- im cumming, please can i..?

-mmh not yet..

he was so amused with you and the second he felt your walls spasm on his dick he clicked his tongue as his hand went right to your throat squeezing it

-what did i tell you? -he growled but then his expression changed

-did you just tighten up from having my hand around your neck? Disgusting..

he smiled to himself as you clawed at his hand. When he finally let go of your neck you gasped for air

-f-fuck mnh... Please please move faster i need this i-...

He bucked his hips faster he wasn't that happy with how you were acting but he could handle it at that moment..

-im gonna cum inside you you'll never leave me then right?

-i-i would never leave you either w-way.. mnhh..~

He laughed his voice now breaking

-oh you a-are so pathe-etic..

He finally came inside you as you shook through another orgasm. But this wasn't the end of that night... Oh hell no

After you passed out from the rough treatment he gave you and blood loss from the bites and cuts he made he cleaned you up then tuck you into bed hugging you

-Goodnight Ushka~

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This man makes me BLUSH

#masacrik #psychonyashki #psychocuties #doctor masacrik #smut #masacriksmut #psychonyashkismut

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softlyspector · 10 months

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please please pleaseeeee give me forehead kisses with joel miller because this man is an expert in forehead kissing i just know it 🫠🫠🫠

thank you very much ily you’re super cool

summary: joel comes home looking a little worse for wear.

pairing: joel miller x gn!reader

wc: 1.3k

a/n: anon, you are just so right, he is an expert in forehead kisses. i combined this with "picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face" because i couldn't help myself.

Spring sunshine is still fading on the horizon in a blaze of shell pink and midnight blue, when Joel climbs the front steps.

“Hey, stranger,” you say, lifting a hand to shield your eyes from the last rays filtering through the new growth on the tree that overhangs the porch. “You’re looking a little worse for wear.”

Joel grunts when he thumps down on the porch swing next to you, making the chain rattle. “Rough day,” he answers too mildly for someone with blood drying on the side of his neck. He bends to unlace his boots without another word.

You fold down the page of the battered paperback in your hands. It’s a much loved copy, one of your favorites that Joel had found years ago in a ransacked bookstore. It’s water stained and creased, the pages yellowed and crinkled beneath your fingers. The spine is duct taped together and the cover is peeling.

Joel tried to give you a new copy a few years back, with a glossy cover and smooth pages, but you’ve been unable to part with the one in your hands.

It’s been through so much with you, and in a lot of ways, it reminds you of Joel. It reminds you of the two of you together, and how far you’ve come.

“Hm,” you acknowledge his words. You consider him with a tilt of your head, setting your book to the side. His gray hair is mussed, sticking up in tufts. A thin line of blood in his beard tinges it red. The collar of his jacket is askew. “Certainly looks that way.”

“Damn clicker got the jump on me,” he grumbles.

“A clicker?” You repeat, your shoulders drawing up, tension knotting along your spine.

There must be alarm in your tone though you try to hide it, because he turns his head to the side to meet your eyes, finally working off one of his boots. “I’m fine. Not bitten.”

Something loosens in your chest, strangling the soft spots of your heart. “Well, I’d hope they wouldn’t let you come back,” you say brusquely.

“Mm.” His other shoe comes off in his hand and he finally sits back with a groan.

You take his hand into yours, tracing the veins in the back of his hand as you scoot closer to him, until your thigh is pressed against his. “Where’s Ellie?”

“With those friends of hers, probably. Not curfew yet.”

“Suppose not.” Joel shifts his hand to thread his fingers through yours, squeezing tightly, a quiet reassurance. “You get somethin’ to eat yet?”

“I was waiting for you,” you say, reaching up to pluck a twig from his hair and then a tiny leaf. “My, it does look like you took a tumble,” you tease, flicking both away.

He rolls his eyes, “Hush, sweetheart.” His eyes flick over your face, a delicately fond expression pulling over his features.

It’s a look you’ll never really get used to, not when directed at you at least.

A look that is reserved only for you.

“You still reading this old thing?” Joel asks, picking up your book with his free hand. “Christ, sweetheart, you know we got other books, right?”

“This one is my favorite though.”

He nods semi-thoughtfully, flipping it over to read the back. “Can’t even tell what it's about,” he says with a shake of his head. The book is so worn that most of the words have rubbed off the flimsy cover.

“Well, maybe you can borrow it sometime. Now that you have those glasses maybe you can actually see to do it.”

He chuckles and puts it back down. It’s a nice sound, Joel’s laugh. Usually he just snorts and rolls his eyes. “Maybe you can just read it to me. Like one of them books on tape.”

“Sure, Joel,” you roll your eyes and lean into his shoulder. “Are you alright? You need checked out or anything?”

“Sounds like you’re worried about me,” he teases. “I’m fine, just a little bruised,” he says more soberly when you level a glare at him. “Why don’t you tell me what’s so special about that damn book? I got you that newer one, didn’t I?”

You reach up and swipe a streak of dirt from Joel’s forehead, cupping his cheek for a moment before you let your touch slip away. “You did. But, you gave me this one first,” you pick it up and toy with the frayed edge of a piece of peeling duct tape. “You remembered it was my favorite and picked it up. You pretended like you didn’t know though, and made a show of making me come look at it after we cleared that bookstore out.”

Joel doesn’t answer and you tip your chin up to meet his gaze.

He clears his throat and glances away. “Hard to keep track and all,” he says gruffly, like it all wasn’t precisely archived in his mind. “Between your books and Ellie’s damn comics.”

You roll your eyes, watch him squint into the dusk that’s rapidly falling over the porch, your quiet little street. He’s aged the last few years. His hair is grayer, the crinkles by his eyes deeper.

He’s as pretty as he’s always been, in a rough, bruised kind of way.

“Joel,” you say clearly. “I won’t get rid of it because you gave it to me and it went through a lot with both of us. It’s like it's us, in a way.”

He nods slowly at you, before leaning down to gather up his boots.

You smile at his back, turning away to pick up where you’d left off in your book, when his boots thump back down onto the wooden floorboards.

Before you can ask him what’s wrong, he’s gathered you up against him. One arm rests around your back, his opposite hand cups your jaw to draw you closer to him when his lips press against your forehead.

You close your eyes to the sensation of his lips against your skin, the scrape of his beard against your eyebrow. Joel’s hand shifts from your cheek to cradle the back of your skull in a touch that’s so gentle it nearly feels unreal.

He holds you there for a long moment. His chest rises and falls with the slow intake of breath, like he’s deliberately trying to keep it even.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s breathing you in, inhaling you one long breath at a time.

You do the same, swearing that you can feel his heartbeat echoing beside yours. He smells like the woods, like fresh leaf and grass, and soil. Beneath that, leather and gunpowder.

His arm tightens around you, pulling you flush against his chest. It’s quiet, the sounds of crickets starting up, the sounds of night pouring in as you dig your fingers into his shirt, holding him there.

Eventually, he pulls back, tilting your head back to look into your eyes for a brief moment when you blink them open.

Darkness cocoons the street, the porch, the two of you. “Hi,” he says, like you haven’t been sitting there talking for a while, his thumb stroking a slow path down the side of your cheek. “I take it you didn’t fight any clickers today?”

“Clicker free day for me,” you smile.

“Good,” he gets to his feet with a groan, picking his boots up in one hand. “Let’s get somethin’ to eat, find that damn kid.”

You smile and start to stand when Joel leans over you again and presses one last kiss to the crown of your head. He tips your head up and pecks your lips too, before he turns and disappears into the house.

You aren’t sure what you did to warrant the affection, but you’ll always take what you can get.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction

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gemini-magic17 · 7 months

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Entanglement Chapter Five

*Just a disclaimer the gifs I used for the reader are not a representation of what she is meant to look like it is mainly for her expressions.

As we were shown to our rooms I couldn't get Kit out of my head. I could tell she had reservations about this whole thing and I mean who wouldn't, especially when you have no idea who this person is. She portrayed confidence and strength which is something I can't help but admire about her. Maybe this marriage won't be so bad it may even be blissful.

Arriving at their chambers my family began to settle in and started to prepare for tonight's celebration. My room was the last stop and the Queen decided to place mine and Kit's room across from each other. Entering the room there were silk sheets on the bed and books that were spread around the room.

"I hope the room is to your liking. Your father told me how much you love to read", Queen Sorsha said.

"It is great thank you so much."

"I know that this betrothal must have been a surprise but I really think that you and Kit will be happy together", she smiled sincerely.

"I hope that is true. Kit seems like a wonderful person and I can tell how independent as well as intelligent she is."

"If I didn't know better I would say that you already have feelings for my daughter", she smirked.

"I definitely do feel something for her I just don't know what that is just yet", I said shyly.

"Well if I know my daughter it may take time for her to warm up to this but I know she will grow to love the wise, beautiful, smart young lady in front of me", she said smiling.

"You are too kind Queen Sorsha."

"I mean every word Y/n. I will let you get settled and will see you later on at my birthday celebration."

I watched as she gracefully walked out of my chambers leaving to attend to tonight's celebration details I assumed. Having no clue where to start I decided to look back at the book with the dragon lore. Opening the page marked with the prophecy I kept thinking it over trying to figure out if there was something actually behind this. Not noticing the page before I see a full-page drawing of a girl with wings sprouting from her back. I don't know if I was being crazy but I could see some resemblance between myself and it. The h/c hair and s/c portrayed in the drawing is uncanny to how I look. I think I am starting to imagine this stuff because this cannot possibly be real. However, if dragons were real once like my father had said then this prophecy must have some truth in it, right?

Putting the book away I begin to unpack my clothes and find something to wear for tonight. You would think being a Princess with an unlimited supply of dresses there would be no problem choosing what to wear. Yet, for the life of me, I can't make a decision. I don't know if it is because I am nervous or that I'm just indecisive. After what seemed to be a long time I finally picked what I could only think to be the perfect dress.

*Skip to tonight

The night seemed to be in full swing with a room full of guests there to celebrate the Queen's birthday. Dancing and laughter filled the halls as though they never had before. However, not everyone was enjoying the party and by everyone I meant me.

"I would say this party is to celebrate my mother's birthday but knowing her she just planned this so she could announce the betrothal like she said."

"I would say that doesn't sound like something your mother would do but that would be a lie", Jade said laughing.

"I can't wait for this stupid ass affair to be over. I much rather be alone with you", I smiled insinuating we should go somewhere later.

Jade smiled agreeing with what I was saying. About to continue our conversation the sound of the hall's doors opening got everyone's attention. Oh great here we go. The guard at the door announced the arrival of the royals.

"Presenting King Aiden and Queen Raina Ravaryn of Zemira", they made their way down the hall next to my mother.

"Presenting Prince James Ravaryn of Zemira", the prince seemed to have some arrogance shown across his face which made me want to strike him.

"Presenting Princess Y/n Ravaryn of Zemira", slowly making her way everyone's eyes were on her.

"So, that's the Princess huh", Jade questioned.

"Yep, that's her. Not much to her though. When I met her she seemed rather dull and boring. My mother fawned over her though but that was no surprise seeing as she picked her to be my wife", I rolled my eyes.

"I wouldn't say she is dull it seems when she walks into a room everyone stops and stares. Plus she has captured everyone's attention with her beauty."

"That's all about what she has going for her", I said shaking my head.

Walking into this room made me self-conscious. All the whispers and stares from everyone had me questioning whether or not they already knew about my union with Kit. As I got to where the Queen and my family were the whispers just got worse. As if Queen Sorsha could tell how uncomfortable I was she held the attention of the hall.

"To my esteemed guests, I have invited you here tonight not just for my birthday but to make an announcement", she beckoned Kit to come up. I could see that Kit was reluctant to do what she said. Once Kit was by her side she continued.

"I am happy to announce that my daughter Kit and Princess Y/n will be married in three months' time. Their union will bring prosperity and happiness between our two kingdoms", she smiled and the crowd cheered.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Kit looking at a girl seated in the middle of the hall. I began questioning who she was and how did she know Kit. After the cheering settled down I made my way toward Ser Easton seeing as the rest of my family was busy and Kit was spending her time with that girl. Before I could reach him I was stopped by a few people who kept asking how I felt about my soon-to-be marriage. I tried my best to give an answer that didn't sound like I was uncertain.

"It's great, I am honored to be marrying a wonderful person. She is strong, kind, and incredibly smart", I smiled.

Ending the conversation I made my way back to where Ser Easton was only he was nowhere in sight.

As the night went on my eyes lingered on Kit and the girl she was with. Throughout the night I heard her brother Airk say her name was Jade. I could tell they were close, especially since they were huddled up in a corner together not talking to anyone else. I even tried to talk to her but to no avail she just avoided me as if I had the plague.

"Hello, princess", I heard Ser Easton say from right beside me.

"Hi, I was looking for you earlier but you disappeared."

"I'm sorry I was discussing something with your father", he said.

"May I ask what it was"?

"Your father thinks it would be best for me to stay by your side in Tir Asleen since you will not have the comforts of home", he said smiling.

"Really", I say with hope.

"Your father does not want you to be alone in a place that is not home", I couldn't stop smiling then that smile slowly started to fade from the scene that had unfolded in front of me.

There was a genuine smile on her face when dancing with Jade and whenever I tried to talk to her the only look I get is hate. Even though I don't really know her my heart started to break and my eyes started to water.

"Princess, are you alright", Ser Easton asked.

I pry my eyes away from the scene I looked at him saying, "I'm fine there is just something in my eyes."

Ser Easton looked at what I couldn't take my eyes off a moment ago. He said, "Y/n crying over her is not worth it. What have I always told you"?

"That someone who makes you cry is someone that is not worth your tears or time", I said remembering what he did when he told me this as a child.

"That's right. You are a strong, fierce, and independent woman who does not need anyone who make you feel less than."

"Thank you, Ser Easton", looking back at the scene I couldn't be here anymore.

"If you excuse me I need to go get some fresh air", I said only to hear Ser Easton saying that he would accompany me just to tell him that I wanted to be alone. As I left I could feel his eyes boring into my back knowing that he was concerned and worried about what just happened.

Not knowing where to go I just kept walking with the thoughts of Kit and Jade overtaking my mind. Before I know it I am not in the castle I'm making my way towards the woods. Out of nowhere, the tears start to flow and I can't breathe. I was insane thinking that I could just come here and have a happy life. Instead, I will have one filled with nothing but sadness and loneliness. I tried to get to know her but how can you do that when she avoided me or that she just pretended that I didn't exist.

As the tears continued streaming down my face I heard a loud noise. It almost resembled the sound of a tree falling. Again came the noise but it was followed by the sounds of a roar. Next thing I knew a gust of wind came out of nowhere blowing dirt and leaves all around me. Suddenly I heard the roar again only it was followed by what was behind the sound. I looked up at the sky and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was a dragon, before my very eyes alive and soaring across the night sky.

As I followed it with my eyes I could tell it was just circling the area not really knowing why it was doing it. Then all of a sudden it made a beeline for where I was standing. I ran the opposite way from where I came from standing in an open field thinking I had lost it landed right behind. Slowly turning around to meet the dragon's eyes I am amazed as to what I see. It was Calyx.

Standing right in front of me I should be afraid of him but I wasn't. I reached out my hand slowly to touch the side of his face so as not to scare him. I could tell he was cautious of me as though I was going to hurt him. I looked into his eyes and felt this instant connection with him almost like I could call him my home and me his. He relaxed into my touch and warmed up to me. As if something had startled him he flew off. Watching him fly off into the distance I questioned if I would ever see him again but in my heart, I knew I would.

#hazel callahan x reader #kit tanthalos x reader

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littlespacereader · 1 month

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Sorry for the long awaited 10th Doctor fic. I won’t lie, I was really trying to figure out what I was going to write. That’s when I came across this gif! My favorite duo! The Doctor Donna duo! They always had such a fun dynamic in the show that I said to myself “what if they were the reader’s Caregivers?” So please enjoy this cute fic!!

Who Broke The Vase?🏺💙

Caregiver! 10th Doctor, Caregiver! Donna Nobel, & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags - hurt/comfort, DoctorDonna duo are the cutest, stuffie, broken glass, mention of violence at the end (just playful banter no worries), hugs and forehead kisses

Nicknames - Mama for Donna, Papa for The Doctor, space boy for The Doctor, munchkin, little one, little rose, darling

“Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself for a couple of minutes?” Donna grabbed her purse off the counter top and looked over at me.

“Of course! You’re just going around the corner to the Tardis. I’ll be fine. I’ve got Sir Teddy the second to watch me.” I gestured to the stuffie on my left.

I was sitting in the living room, legos spread throughout the floor. I was making the coolest building for Mama when we both heard the sound of the Tardis in the distance.

The Tardis meant Papa was home! He always brings me the coolest gifts or even better he takes Mama and I on the coolest adventures! I wonder what it’s going to be this time.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon with Papa. Don’t you or Sir Teddy the second do anything stupid while I’m gone.” She joked with a wink.

I smirked and rolled my eyes, “We won’t.”

She walked over and placed a kiss to the top of my head and one to Teddy’s head before she left out the front door. “Love you munchkin. Be back soon.”

“Love you too Mama!” I called back to her before the door closed.

The Doctor Donna duo were the farthest thing from a couple. They are what you like to call platonic soulmates. On one of their adventures they met me and were extremely kind and compassionate about my regression.

They surprised me one day and said they would be my Caregivers, not as a couple but as two separate Caregivers both wanting to love and protect me. What more could a Little ask for?

I played with my legos for a little bit but I couldn’t really focus on them. I was so curious to what Papa had been up to since he left. Maybe he found a new alien race? Maybe he solved world peace on another planet? Maybe he saved another spaceship?

Wait! I looked into the kitchen at the fridge. At the very top of the fridge is the picture of the Tardis I drew with a magnet on top to hold it in place. And this isn’t just any drawing! I drew this one especially for Papa!

It’s Mama, Papa and I on the beach with the Tardis resting under an umbrella. Papa would find the Tardis to be so silly! He would absolutely love it!

So onto my feet and off to the kitchen with Teddy I ran! Except when I got to the fridge I had a problem…the drawing was at the vvvveeeerrrrrryyyy top of the fridge and was hard to grab, even on my tippy toes.

This was a problem, but not one I couldn’t figure out. First step was getting something to stand on. Mama has a step stool somewhere…Ah ha! In the pantry!

I grabbed the step stool and brought it to the front of the fridge. But even at the top step it wasn’t enough! Now we had to result to drastic measures. Holding onto the fridge handle with one hand and Teddy with the other, I swung him in the hopes that he would hit the picture and knock it loose.

I hit and hit and hit and with one final swing, the magnet fell and my picture slowly started to drift down. But I also hit something else…

Teddy’s leg managed to snag the handle of the white and blue vase at the top of the fridge. Teddy’s leg snagged it and threw it off the top, shattering it on the floor below.

I stood there on the step stool in total shock. My heart started to race as a million thoughts ran through my mind. One thought stuck and stayed, I am in so much trouble.

I’ve never been in big trouble with my Caregivers before. What were they going to be like? Angry, loud, frustrated?!

Tears started to fall down my face as my beautiful picture landed near the mess. What was I going to do? Was there enough time to clean this mess? Maybe Mama wouldn’t notice the vase missing.

But soon I heard Papa and Mama’s voice in the distance. I couldn’t think, I was just starting to panic. I just started to run, leaving the mess and my picture behind. I grabbed Teddy and ran upstairs to the safety of my room.

~~~

The Doctor swung the door open with his usual grin on his face, “Y/N! I’m home!!”

But instead of seeing his little one run as fast as they could over to him, he was met with a silence. Strange…Y/N is usually happy to see him.

Donna scooted past him and walked into the house worried, “Y/N? Y/N?!” Where had their Little gone?

Donna searched the living room finding the legos left abandoned. The Doctor searched around for any sign of the Little. He paused in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Donna? Did you have something white and blue made out of glass?” He asked over his shoulder.

“What?” Donna joined the Doctor in the kitchen as they looked over the mess.

Pieces of glass surrounded the fridge and the step stool. On top of the mess laid the picture Y/N had drawn for the Doctor.

The Doctor picked it up and smiled at the picture. He always loved all of Y/N creations. This one was especially funny to him.

“Doesn’t take Sherlock Homes to figure out what happened here.” The Doctor joked.

“You think they’re okay? Maybe they got hurt?” Donna looked around the room frantically.

“No, no, I think they’re okay. If they were hurt they would’ve ran to us right away. I think the accident just scared them.” The Doctor said looking over the pieces. “What was this anyway?”

“It was a vase my mum bought me. I never really liked it but she insisted I have it to lighten up the room. But she doesn’t know that glass and Littles usually don’t mix.” She laughed.

“You’re right about that.” The Doctor stood up and looked to the stairs. “We better see if they’re alright.”

“Hold on just a minute their space boy,” she grabbed his arm. “We need to be on the same page with this. No good Papa, mean mama routine anymore.”

“Well, it was just a vase. One you didn’t even like that much.” He pointed out.

Donna rolled her eyes, “The vase doesn’t matter. What matters is they could’ve gotten serious hurt while we were gone. That’s what we need to focus on with them. Just, follow my lead with this and don’t be mister good guy.”

“I’m not always Mister good guy! I’m stern.”

Donna just riled her head and gave him a look, a look that said ‘you’re the biggest softie there is’. He sighed, “Alright.” He pocketed the drawing before following Donna upstairs.

~~~

And with that the two made their way up stairs. They immediately went into Y/N’s room, their door was wide open but they were missing from the room.

The Doctor Donna duo was about to leave when they heard soft sniffling and sobs from the closet. The Doctor’s hearts and Donna’s singular heart broke hearing the upset Little.

The Doctor carefully opened the closet door and couched down. There in the back of the closet clutching their stuffie sat Y/N, tears running down their face as they cowered away. “I’m sorry! I’m sowry!!”

“Awwww, Y/N it’s alright. Papa and Mama are not angry. Come here, we just want to make sure you’re not hurt.” The Doctor said holding a hand out for them.

But they didn’t move from their spot. They just shook their head, “ ‘m fine.” They said with a broken voice.

Donna took a seat on the ground next to the Doctor, “I know you’re fine darling but Mama is so worried about her little rose. Could you come out so I can make sure my rose isn’t missing a petal?”

The Doctor smiled at Donna, knowing she would only save such a nickname for someone as special as Y/N. Her soft and gentle voice started to relax Y/N a bit. They crawled out of their spot and over to Donna who held her arms out to them. Y/N was then wrapped into Donna arms, getting a big comforting hug from her.

“There we are. You’re okay my little rose. You’re okay.” She whispered as she rocked them back and forth in her arms. Y/N turned and buried their face against her shoulder.

Now, let’s have a look at your arms,” The Doctor leaned over and lifted their arm high up then back down. “Alright this one looks to be okay!”

“And now let’s look at the right arm,” the Doctor did the same thing, overly lifting their arm then bringing it back down. “Everything look alright with me Captain.” The Doctor winked to Donna.

“Thank you sergeant.” She winked back. “We can’t have our best soldier getting hurt now can we?” That brought a small smile to Y/N face.

“Now let’s check on Sir Teddy the Second. Would you mind lifting his left paw?” The Doctor asked.

Y/N had stopped crying, watching the two with amusement as they first examined them then Teddy, making sure they were both okay.

Once the two Caregivers had settled their Little down, it was time to ask the big questions. “What happened to you and Teddy? Why did you leave the living room?”

Y/N expression dropped hearing that they could maybe be in trouble again. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to!” They began panicking again.

The Doctor took their hand in his right away. “No, no, no, we’re not angry! We were so worried about you. We thought the worst that maybe you got hurt or cut by the glass.”

Donna wrapped an arm around them, “Darling you know I didn’t like the vase Nan got us. That’s not an excuse to break it, but the vase is not what matters. You’re what matters to me.”

The Doctor decided to help, “Was it to get this beautiful picture for me?” He held the picture in his arms.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah I wanted to give Papa the picture with the Tardis.” They leaned over and pointed on the Tardis under the umbrella. “See, we’re all at the beach and the tardis is resting under the umbrella.”

The Doctor chuckled, “That is hilarious. I could just picture the Tardis resting under an umbrella. It’s a beautiful picture!” He smiled at the picture. But his eyes soon caught Donna’s serious ones.

He cleared his throat and continued on, “But while it is a beautiful photo. It’s not something that should put you in danger.”

“It was at the top of the fridge! I wanted to get it before you came home. So I used Teddy to get it and….the vase fell.” They tried to explain.

“Yessss but you could’ve asked me to grab it before he saw it in the kitchen.” Donna reminded.

“Oh…yeah…” Wow, that all made sense.

The two Caregivers couldn’t help but laugh. “Listen, I think you learned your lesson. Just never do something dangerous like that again please. If you need help with something always ask Papa or me, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll never do it again.” They shook their head.

Donna and the Doctor smiled then placed a loving kiss to the top of their head. “Then all is forgive darling.”

The three stood up but immediately Y/N put their arms up and made grabby hands at the Doctor. His face lit up as he picked the Little up and into his arms.

“There we are. Now, let’s see the present Papa brought home for you!”

“Present?!” Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Straight from 45 BC Rome! You know I met Julius Caesar when I was there?”

“Reallly?! Wooooowwwww! Did you warn him he was about to get stabbed in the back?”

“What?! No! I couldn’t tell him that! It could change history as we know it!”

“That isn’t being a nice friend though.”

“Stabbing him in the back is not being a nice friend, I’m just protecting history.”

Donna couldn’t help but smirk at the two antics. Whether the Doctor liked it or not he was truly a softie when it came to his Little Y/N. But she wasn’t the stern one her mother expected her to be either.

Just like the vase she was breaking the model of what it meant to be a good parent or in this case a good Caregiver.

“I agree darling I don’t think the Doctor was being a good friend.”

The Doctor turned around shocked, “You two?! I can’t win can I?”

Y/N and Donna smiled, “Nope!” They both said together.

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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 2 months

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It’s okay

Word count:1.5k

Pairing: Amelia x fem!reader

Warnings: panic attack, mention of death/patient loss, tiny angst ig? mostly a comfort fic

!!NOT PROOFREAD!!

Reader is an OB-GYN at Grey Sloan

Request: @wh0reformeredithgrey on wattpad

more comfort/sickfics? maybe I really enjoy them or like y/n is having a panic attack or is upset and someone comforts them.

Hope you like it!!

Reader POV:

"Charge again!" I yelled to the scrub nurses around me. They all just stared and did nothing. "Goddammit, did you not hear me? Charge the paddles!" I exclaimed tears pricking at my eyes and panic lacing my breaking voice.

"Doctor, we've been trying to get her back for 25 minutes now, she's gone. You have to call it." Bokhee said to me.

"But-" I tried protested but was cut off.

"She's gone, I'm sorry."

"She's only 16, her and her baby are gone, what am I supposed to tell her parents?" I rambled

"Doctor, you need to call it." Bokhee repeated

"Time of death, 19:37." At that I ripped of my mask, gloves and gown and headed to tell the parents.

As soon as I walked in the room they stood up with hopeful faces. As soon as they saw my state the mother started to cling to her husband and sob.

"I'm so sorry, there was a complication during surgery. Her heart stopped and the cause was her preeclampsia causing a blood clot stopping the blood flow to her heart and it was too quick to prevent. I'm so sorry for your loss." Then he started yelling. All of it was a blur from then in.

"YOU SAID IT WAS A SIMOLE SURGERY!" and so on. He just kept going. The mother still sobbing. Then all of a sudden I saw a blur of beige and then a stinging sensation on my cheek as my face was pushed to the side.

People had seen the commotion and the saw her dad slap me and stepped in. "SIR, STOP RIGHT NOW." Bailey said, escorting the man out. Jo tried to come comfort me but I just stormed off. I needed to be alone. I needed to cry.

Amelia POV:

Today has been really great, I had 2 back to back craniotomy's and both of them went really well; I got paged to the pit and got to poke around in people brain all day and didn't loose one patient. It was amazing.

I'm walking down the hallway to go find my girlfriend so I can gush about all my surgeries to her, but she seems to be nowhere. I've looked in all of her usual spots, looked in OR's, patient rooms I've asked her best friend, Jo, if she knows where she is an she didn't, she just said she ran off after what happened; but I don't know what happened. Is she okay?

I was about to give up and just page her when I see her storming down a corridor and walk into a storage cupboard and close the door. Instantly I knew something was wrong. Storage cupboards are for crying, or getting away from annoying patients. No in between. Y/N is the most tolerant person I know so, I knew it wasn't good.

Trying to walk as fast as I could but not draw attention to myself was hard but I managed. It seemed like forever before I reached the door. I didn't bother knocking because she'd just tell me to go away. When I walked in the was curled up, knees to her chest and head in her hands, crying. No scratch that, sobbing. Whatever happened had to have really hit her hard.

Reader POV:

I lost them. Both of them. Mum and baby. She was 16! She didn't deserve to die, and neither did her kid. It's my fault. All my fault.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door swing open and shut and I instantly knew who it was.

"Oh sweetheart. It's okay." Was the only thing she said before she got down on the floor next to me and pulled me into her comforting embrace.

Even though having Amelia here was making it a little better I started to spiral again. My breath started to get thready and I already knew what was coming. My hands started shaking while my heart thumped faster and faster against my chest. I felt like I was going to explode. My chest was getting tight and I started hyperventilating, it felt like I was being suffocated. I started clawing at my arms just trying to feel something other than this emotional pain and feeling that I didn't do enough. Amelia clearly noticed my state and went into action.

"Look at me." She said as she pulled away from the hug and grabbed my hands to discontinue my previous actions.

"Breathe, okay? Long deep breathes. C'mon do it with me. In, hold, and out."

It helped a bit but not much I was still unable to catch my breath.

"Hey tell me about that cat that you wanted?"

"What?" I said back through choked tears and ragged breathes.

"Tell me. Everything I wanna hear it."

"Uhm okay. She's a siamese cat, and she's the fluffiest of her litter. She's got heterochromia, one eye blue and one green, and when she sees me when I go to the adoption place she runs up and headbutts my leg." I giggle at that last part and realise it helped calm me down. I'm still crying but I can breathe now and my chest isn't tight.

I didn't even realise that Amelia had moved my legs so I was cross legged and facing her while she rubbed her hands lovingly up and down my thighs. She was just staring into my eyes with nothing but love and concern.

"Great job baby, you're doing so well, you wanna talk about it, Ii might help?" I nodded and stated talking her through it.

"A teen mum came in, she was 8 months pregnant and 16. She was having pains in her abdomen, it was just a small very minor ovarian cyst that could be removed with a simple procedure that wouldn't affect her or the baby. But, for some reason they failed to mention that she had preeclampsia which I figured out mid surgery so that made me become really concerned because of how long she'd been under and decided that I didn't have time to search to see if the other ovary was clear, I just had to close. Just as I was about to her BP plummeted and she went into full arrest, first I opened her up and saw the clot, I removed it and used internal panels and she came back but it just kept clotting over and over. I shocked her for 25 minutes and they were both gone. The baby died instantaneously when her heart stopped the first time. It was my fault. All my fault. I should've seen the elevated BP indicating preeclampsia in her labs but I didn't, it was so subtle I-" I rambled on when Amelia cut me off.

"No. Okay? No. It was not your fault, they should've told you she had preeclampsia. That's something that greatly impacts how much surgery you can do and how much the mum can take. It wasn't your fault that she clotted either. No one could've prevented that."

"Yeah but I put her body under stress which cause her to clot."

"How do you know that? Do you know that as a fact? Tell me right here right now that you are confident and 100% sure it was because of the stress of the surgery." I stayed silent, the truth is, I didn't know what caused the clot I just instantly blamed myself. Amelia then started talking again.

"Exactly, you need to not be so hard on yourself y/n/n, it's not good for you." I stayed quite and just climbed into her arms and cried.

"He hit me." I said out of the blue after a few minutes of just being in each others presence.

"He what? Who? Where? Are you hurt?" Amelia said becoming protective over me immediately.

"The girls dad, he was yelling really loud and saying horrible things about me, that I probably deserved, and he hit me." I pointed to my red cheek. Not that you could really see in the dim light of the cupboard.

"I'll kill him." She said coldly.

"No Ames, I'm okay I swear. It was just too much, and thank you for helping me through the uh- you know.." I trailed off at the end embarrassed that I had a full on panic attack in front of my girlfriend.

"Y/n/n you don't need to be embarrassed it's completely okay and a natural response. And touching on what you said earlier that you deserved to be slapped, you didn't. It wasn't your fault, okay?"

"Okay." I said back to her as she stood up and helped me off the floor.

As soo as I stood up I was engulfed in her arms.

"I love you so much Amelia." I said

"I love you more y/n."

#amelia shepard x reader #amelia shepard #amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #wlw #greys anatomy fanfiction #greys anatomy #lesbian pride #wlw fanfic #lesbian #sapphic #wlw pride

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animentality · 4 months

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I just had the most devastating honor mode run end that I have ever had, and I'm not going to lie.

I have never been tilted by Baldur's Gate 3...until today.

And it's honestly more tilted than I've ever been at a video game...and I spent like 3 years playing fucking Overwatch...and Dead by Daylight, where the world's worst people congregate to torture one another.

The last time I was at the gith creche, I got my ass handed to me by That Prick who I am going to call Wargass. He's the bitch who tries to murder you when you don't kill the Emperor.

Last time, I almost lost the run because of his legendary move, which is the most horse shit thing in existence.

Basically, every time you fucking hit him OR AN ALLY...he summons a sword to shove up your ass. And it just fucking appears next to you, and surrounds you, so you can't escape without taking opportunity attacks.

So last time, I escaped by going invisible, and running away so I could come back and kill him by dragging him out to the bridge outside the Vlaakith room.

This time, I thought, well last time I got fucked because I was in the center of the room, and we were just taking hits from everywhere. No cover anywhere. This time, I gotta be able to position, maybe surprise enemies.

So I choose the right dialogue options, to make sure Vlaakith doesn't just nuke us.

But then I see the Astral Portal...and I think...well, what if I position myself now? And we just kill him before going into the Portal...can you do that?

And like a fucking moron...

I say fuck it, let's try it.

And uh. I don't know how many of you have ever tried this, but...when you do that?

Lae'zel immediately leaves your party.

So.

I was fucked instantly. Lae'zel is a fucking fighter, which is the second most demonic class after Paladin. She is fucking stacked and has the best goddamn gear I have, and she immediately kills Karlach using action surge. Gale also dies immediately, because he's squishy and there are a million bitches with psychic rend around him.

The only reason the run didn't end there was because I went invisible and fled.

Now I went and revived everyone in camp, but I thought ok...so I have to go back, with four people, and get my shit back...

I bring in Astarion, because I think, it'll be fine, we just need to drag them out onto that bridge...

Guess what? It wasn't fine. I had to draw Astarion and myself back, because Gale and Karlach die again. See, the fucking problem is, the normal strat of making distance doesn't work here. Normally, you can aoe a ton of enemies or have them run into walls of fire or whatever. But these fucking swords that Wargass summons literally APPEAR NEXT TO YOU. And they all take a swing, and break your concentration. Plus, even if you do manage to break them, and good luck with that, he just makes more, every goddamn turn.

So almost in tears, I swap out Astarion and pull in Wyll.

I need Hunger of Hadar, my cheese spell.

It kind of works, because I put it on the bridge, and all of his dumb bitch guards get stuck in it. But THEN Wargass, being a fucking prick, chases me around and murders me out of pure spite. Then Karlach and Gale almost kill him...but then he does his usual bullshit, of using his swords to kill everyone.

And I just...at this point, I'm just done.

Wyll can't do anything, he's out of spells. He can't even run, because there are swords near him.

I just have him take an opportunity attack, and call the run over.

And it's funny, because I'm doing an honor mode run with my buddy, where we've done basically everything wrong...but we still made it to Act 3 mostly unscathed.

With only one or two close calls.

But this is the second time my run's been fucked by the goddamn creche boss battle.

And you know... I love Bg3...but I have played way too many goddamn hours.

Need to take a break and just write porn about it, like god intended.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3

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findafight · 1 year

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I am so mad at myself. After writing in the tags "#not spn au just supernatural ok OKAY" on my supernatural au/human Steve au post. I am cursed with thinking of a cw supernatural au for human Steve au. Horrible. My fantasy mechanics work different than the show but fuck it if I'm not thinking about John Winchester sidling up to Hawkins, two boys in the back of the impala, a couple weeks after spring break of '86. Comes in cocksure and confident. It's a small town, someone had to have seen something, even if they had a witchhunt for some poor sap.

He meets the newly reinstated chief of police, (unclear why he was removed if everybody he's talked to loves the guy, calls him a hero and all that shit) and asks about the deaths. John's had a few years to work out the kinks in getting law enforcement to tell him about the weird shit that happens so he's not too worried about this Hopper guy.

He walks into the office and, well. Chief Hopper looks like shit. Sunken cheeks and sallow skin, the guy looks like he escaped prison more than anything. But. John can be polite. He introduces himself. Tries to ask some...subtle questions.

Cheif Hopper isn't taking the bait. Keeps twitching his nose, brows drawing lower and lower. At some point, he leans towards John, and there's a brief, instinctual, second of fear that runs down his spine, before the chief shrugs. Says "I've gotta make a call. I think I know who you're looking for."

John isn't asked to leave the office so he doesn't, just listens as the phone rings.

Someone answers and the cheif says "it's Hop. We've got a...visitor at the station. Figured you'd like to talk to him."

Some talking on the other end. And Cheif Hopper, who has, the entire time John has been in Hawkins, looked no more than fifteen seconds away from growling, huffs a laugh.

"seriously Harrington, I'd say you're the one with the expertise this fella's looking for"

A pause, muffled noise.

"good. Drive safe out there, kid. Oh! And might want to bring that book of yours, hm? See you soon."

The two sit in silence. John feels like he should recognize the name Harrington, he's definitely heard it before, but can't place it for the life of him. The door of the office swings open, revealing a... Teenager.

The kid wears a pastel polo, hair coiffed, highwaisted jeans, and is carrying the largest book John Winchester has ever seen.

He plops it on the desk, Cheif Hopper shuffling papers aside.

"so," he says, pushing his hair back and placing hands on his hips, "why'd you need me to bring this fucking thing here for? Besides the shady looking guy, obviously."

Well. So much for convincing the kid he's from the feds, probably. Couldn't hurt

John shrugs. "I was just asking the Cheif here if he knew anything about those deaths. I'm with the FBI, and we want to get to the bottom of it, especially if that Munson is falsely accused."

Harrington's jam hangs open. Snaps shut. He turns to the Cheif, corner of his lips tugging up. "The. The government. Wants to know about the deaths."

The Cheif nods. "That's right, son. The FBI, here in our own little Hawkins."

The kid. The kid fucking giggles. "I see why you called."

"obviously. Guy's as subtle as a train."

And. What? How'd they figure him out so quickly? Who was this Harrington kid? What was that book he brought?

"listen, buddy, I get that you think your trying to help. I do." John is being condescended to by a fucking teenager. "But we've got it all sorted. Hawkins is fine." The kid pulls out a chair from the corner and sits on it backwards, leaning forwards against the backrest. "I am curious as to what you thought the killings were, though. Vampire? Demon? I don't think anything else would really fit the descriptions in the papers..."

And. Fuck. Did this kid know he was a Hunter? "How'd you know?"

The kid smirks. "I'm Steve Harrington." He sticks his hand out, for john to shake.

It seems rude not to, considering this kid and-and the goddamn Cheif of police in this Podunk Indiana town both clocked him as soon as he crossed town lines, probably. "John Winchester. Hunter."

Steve laughs. It's cold. "Yeah. I figured. I dunno if you're new to the game, mister Winchester, but I'm surprised you didn't recognize my last name. My parents seem to be pretty famous in you circles."

Shit. Bobby has mentioned notable hunters, and the Harringtons were definitely on the list. A hereditary family of hunters going back four generations, impressive for their career choice even without their rap sheet. And John's just met their fucking kid.

"don't worry about offending them, though. I guess I'm just here to tell you to get the fuck out of Hawkins." He says it with a board expression, as though this interaction is barely

"what?"

Steve blinks at him lazily. "Hawkins is my town. I know most hunters aren't exactly...territorial, but I am. The town is under my protection, and any and all other-natural occurences are my purview."

It's then that John realizes what the Cheif was doing earlier. The odd face he made. He'd been sniffing him. A goddamn werewolf. He stiffens. This was a trap.

"it's not a trap, mr. Winchester. You're free to go. But spread the word. Hunters aren't allowed in Hawkins. Roane county, actually. If I hear about a Hunter coming into my town for anything other than a fuel top-up, they'll regret it."

John is. He's furious at this fucking child who dare to-hes just letting the beasts run amok in town and preventing anyone from doing anything about.

Harrington stands, arms crossed.

"I'd better not hear whispers about Hawkins, either. It's my town. I'll handle it." He grins. Opens the door of the office. "And, you might want to double-check that the government hasn't already been through a town with a shitty cover story already, Mr. Winchester. Might break your cover." He waves with his fingers as John spins on his heel and avoid looking at the glares he's getting for half the folks in the station.

-----

Dean checks the address on a source he was directed to by the witnesses, a one Steve Harrington. He's on a solo Hunt now, since Sammy went off to college his dad had been...tighter. he knows he's not supposed to be in Hawkins, but he's not entirely sure why. No is really sure why, honestly, but it's well known in the Hunter grapevine that Hawkins and greater Roane county is taken care of.

Except, apparently, it isn't. Hence dean being here.

He knocks on the door, which swings open immediately to a thirty-something man who was already talking before the door was fully open, obviously not expecting a stranger.

"didn't know you actually knew how to kno- Winchester." And. Well. Fuck, right? How'd this random guy know dean? The man scowls. "I spoke to your father once. Told him to stay out of my town." He crosses his arms and raises a brow. "So. Want to explain why you're here? I've already handled the whole 'accidentally bewitching people situation, if that's what your wondering."

Dean...isn't actually sure what's happening."uh."

Steve Harrington scowls again. "Fine. Come in for coffee or tea or something. Relax for a goddamn second."

So, Dean sits and let's a cup of coffee be pushed into his hands. He doesn't drink it. Steve rolls his eyes.

"I didn't poison it, promise."

Which now makes Dean think maybe it was poisoned.

"hunters, all the fuckin same" Steve mumbles. Reaches over and plucks the coffee from Dean's hands and takes a swig before sliding it back between his palms. "There. Proof. You'll be fine."

Dean drinks, watches.

Steve watches back.

He sighs. "I'm sorry, about how you grew up."

"huh?"

Steve shakes his head. "Being the child of hunters. It's difficult. Lonely. I'm sorry you went through that."

Dean shrugs. "It's not so bad. Free as a bird."

Steve hums. Sips his own coffee. "Birds have flocks, or gaggles, or whatever other funny words we use to describe groups. Hunters..." He shrugs. "Not so much. Most fly solo or in pairs. Didn't you have a younger brother?"

"how did you-"

"I may not be nomadic, but I still have ears on the ground."

"huh. He went to college."

"ah. Getting out of the life. Good for him."

And suddenly Dean needs to get out. Can't stand this stranger who thinks he knows him, the way his eyes turn down, as though he's sad for Dean of all people. No. No. He needs to leave.

Harrington follows him to the door, leans on the frame as Dean stomps to the Impala. He turns around.

"i don't know what the fuck you think you're doing here, with those monsters on the loose. My dad told me about the wolves you're protecting that're infesting this place. They aren't pets you know. You need a fucking exterminator."

Steve shakes his head. "remember Dean. No hunters in Hawkins. Safe driving."

-----

Dean cannot believe they are going back to Hawkins of all godforsaken places.

Castiel sits beside him in the passenger seat, sam surrounded by papers in the backseat and it should be pleasant, easy and comfortable. But. But they're heading to Hawkins.

As soon as the cross city limits, Castiel cocks his head, interested.

"what is it?"

"I don't...know. something is different about this town."

From the back, Sam huffs. "Yeah, it's got a rogue hunter protecting all the monsters and ghouls."

Castiel hums. "I am not so sure he protects the same creatures you hunt..."

Dean sighs. Fucking great.

Eventually, they pull up to the same house he visited all the way back in '02, and Dean is...sort of nervous. He'd been told not to come back, but really...they needed help. Information. And Steve goddamn Harrington was the best bet they had of getting it.

He rings the doorbell. When it's answered, the door swings open to a man, middle-aged with long greying hair and-shit that's Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin. That's Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin answering Steve Harrington's door and calling,

"Steve, sugar, you've got some... specialty guests!" He turns back to them, smiling, and Dean is trying very hard to not make a fool of himself. Tries not to tell Eddie Munson ofcorrodedcoffin that his first album changed Dean's life. He's going to stick with biting his tongue and nodding. Following Sam and Cas I to the living room, sitting down on the couch. He's fine. He's got a job to do. He's a professional.

Sexy middle-aged men have no power over him. He leans into Cas' space slightly.

Harrington walks in, pecks eddiemunsonofcorrodedcoffin on the cheek, oh god, and sits down.

Dean immediately stands up.

"could I, uh, use your washroom?"

Steve blinks up at him, but nods, gestures to a hallway. Dean strides down and through an open door with the light on. He pulls the shower curtain away, an instinct to always check his surroundings, and immediately jumps back as a seal barks at him. He slams the door shut on his way out.

"there's, um. There's a seal in your bathtub. Sorry guys."

Neither Harrington nor Eddie Munson have normal reactions to this piece of news.

Eddie Munson flings his head back and laughs, hair wild around his head.

Steve Harrington sighs and punches the bridge of his nose.

"sorry about her. I said we'd go to lover's lake for a swim later but living in Chicago with lake Superior right there is really spoiling her."

"what"

"one second. Robin!" He yells down the hall. "We have guests! Be decent!"

A few moments of Eddie Munson giggling and Dean decidedly not staring at a metal legend and Steve muttering about seals and soulmates and being impatient pass, and a woman, around the same age as Munson and Harrington most likely, walks down the hall toweling off her hair. She tossed a coat at Harrington.

"oh" this is from Cas. "You are soulmates."

The woman laughs. "Yeah. Figured that one out over twenty years ago." She settle into Harrington's side. "What can we help you with?"

Sam, who is curious but can usually figure out how to ask the questions he wants with out, say, blurting what the fuck do you mean SOULMATES or why is Eddie Munson (of Corroded Coffin) here? And can I get his autograph? It's probably the law school training.

Eddie Munson leans down, covers his mouth with a ringed hand, and whispers into Harrington's ear. Harrington turns to Peck Eddie Munson on the lips and whisper something back, rejoining listening to Sam and Cas as thought they hadn't done whatever that was. Dean grips Cas coat.

All in all, it was actually a successful trip to Hawkins, though Steve give him the same warning when they leave, with very little explanation for it.

Hunters better stay the fuck out of his town.

#steddie #steve harrington #jim hopper #dean Winchester #john winchester #Eddie munson #robin Buckley #human steve au #spn human steve au #finda writes stuff #i cannot believe i wrote spn fic. what is happening #destiel #only hinted but you KNOW its there.#also yes dean does have a celeb crush on eddie OBVIOUSLY.#stranger things #finda's rambles #i just wanted steve telling john wimchester to gtfo of hawkins #snd here we are. deans bi panic in full effect #also should be noted eddie is 100% telling steve about the destiel pining

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 27 - Reeling

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“We should have taken her to the hospital!” Chat Noir hissed.

Gallic Chick ignored Chat Noir as she tended to Alix.

“Well, she’s alive, right? Besides, with Gallic Chick’s Sublimation, we can get her right as rain in no time, right?” Porcelet pointed out.

“She almost died! She needs medical attention!” Chat Noir argued.

“Technically she did die, but I brought her back. You’re welcome,” Gallic Chick added.

Chat Noir groaned and plopped down on Chloe’s couch. He drummed his fingers against his arm and tapped his foot against the floor.

“Ugh! Porcelet! Take the cat to Carapace and see how the conversation is going with Nathaniel and that other boy.”

Porcelet nodded and ushered Chat Noir from the room. They headed down a few flights of stairs to a new floor up to a meeting room. They stepped inside to find Carapace, Nathaniel, and the other boy.

“Hi, Carapace. How are the talks going?” Porcelet asked.

“Huh? Oh, uh, I haven’t started?”

“What? Why?”

“Oh, uh, waiting for someone else to, y’know, swing by and do it. Y’know?”

Porcelet sighed. She sat Chat Noir down, then took her own seat. “Alright, let’s begin this. I’m going to start with you. Could you tell me what your name is?”

“Marc Anciel.”

“Marc, pleasure to meet you. I’m Porcelet. Tell me, what happened today that pushed you to accept a deal with Hawkmoth.”

“Well, I was writing a story based off the drawings Nathaniel had made that were posted to the school’s website. His work is just amazing, and I felt inspired. Marinette found me and urged me to meet her in the art classroom. I ran out after embarrassing myself but lost my journal. I was searching for it when Marinette returned it to me after she read it. She said she had a plan for getting Nathaniel to read it without him knowing it was me. I just… I didn’t think she would have erased my name from the front and tell Nathaniel whatever she did.”

“I see. Nathaniel, what did you do to Marc that really pushed him over the edge?” Porcelet asked.

“Well, I read the journal, which was titled Diary of Bloody Bug with no author name. I… I assumed Marinette managed to get the actual diary of Bloody Bug. I read it and it felt like I was reading her life and adventures that I was overjoyed. I wanted to meet with her again. Then Marinette said I could meet with the author of the diary, and I thought it was my chance to see Bloody Bug again. Then I saw Marc and I just… I got angry. I… tore up his work in front of him.”

“Oh, wonderful. Another insult to add to the list. First, you destroy a man’s passion project before his very eyes. Second, you tried to kill Alix!” Chat Noir roared.

“I…! I wasn’t trying to do that. I just… wanted to get her back for humiliating me!” Nathaniel countered.

“By drowning her?”

“I… I don’t know what I was thinking when I was Evillustrator. Maybe Alix shouldn’t have thrown me into a fountain of freezing water in the freezing cold!”

“Now, hold on, everyone, please! This isn’t the time to be pointing fingers when everyone is at fault,” Porcelet said.

“What?” Nathaniel and Chat Noir yelled.

“I agree with Porcelet. Marinette messed up when it came to the whole journal thing. Nathaniel messed up when he ripped up Marc’s journal. And, of course, Alix messed up with her temper,” Carapace added.

“And Nathaniel needs to work on his too. Don’t put all the anger issues on Alix now,” Porcelet chided.

Carapace shrugged.

“Now, Marc, Nathaniel, let’s see if we can’t work something out. Nathaniel, you really liked Marc’s work, yes?” Porcelet asked.

“I did.”

“Good. And, Marc, you’d like to work with Nathaniel on his comic, right?”

Marc looked away. “I would, but I’m not sure if I want to.”

“Who would after all that?” Chat Noir remarked.

Nathaniel opened his mouth, but Porcelet put a hand up to silence him. She trotted over to Chat Noir, grabbed his face, and squished it.

“You. Are. Not. Helping! Please, keep your snide remarks to a zero while I work. The last thing we need is another Akuma right now.”

Chat Noir grumbled but kept his remarks to himself.

“Thank you. Now, Marc, why not give Nathaniel another chance? Things got a little… out of sorts, with Marinette’s involvement. Perhaps now, with the heroes, you two can try again. What do you say?”

“I don’t know,” Marc muttered.

“I don’t see why we should do this. I don’t need any help writing my comic,” Nathaniel remarked.

Marc flinched and looked away.

Porcelet put her hands over her heart, then smacked Nathaniel on the back of the head.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Forgive me, but you are a vile, rude boy. Shame on you! Carapace, take Nathaniel home.”

“And what about Marc?” Carapace asked.

Porcelet bounced over to Marc and took his hand. “Come with me. We’re going to the restaurant floor, grab some ice cream, and just pig out. And we’ll talk about that horrible Nathaniel without him and the cat. Oh! What if we watch a nice rom com? Would you like that?”

Marc’s eyes widened. “I… I would, but I’m sure you have better things to do than-.”

“Oh, nonsense. Gallic Chick is busy, and the boys are going to leave. So, let’s just relax and gossip without them. What do you say?”

“If that’s ok,” Marc whispered.

Porcelet squealed and pulled Marc to his feet. “We’re off, boys, and Nathaniel. See you all later and stay out of trouble. And, Chat, go on back to-.”

Chat Noir bolted out of the room back up to Chloe’s room. He burst in to see Chloe sitting on the couch with Orikko, Tikki, and Ziggy. He glanced over to the bed to see Alix still asleep on it.

“What’s up, Cat?” Chloe asked.

“How is she?”

“Alive and resting. As she should be.”

“Can you wake her up?”

“I could, but I won’t.”

“Wake her up. I need to talk to her.”

“No.”

“Do it.”

“No! And you can’t make me, fleabag!”

Chat Noir snarled, then turned away. “Fine! But I’m staying here.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure you are. And under what authority do you have to make such a decision?”

“I’m your leader along with Bloody Bug. I’m just as capable of taking away your miraculous as Bug is.”

Chloe held the hand with Orikko’s miraculous away. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”

“I will if you keep me away from Bug. If you try to cast me out while Bug is still here, unconscious, I will.”

Chloe grimaced and forced a smile. “I’ll make sure to find a nice place on the couch for you. If you’ll just excuse me.”

Chloe ran out of the room with Orikko with her. Chat Noir sighed and took a seat.

“That wasn’t very nice, Chat Noir,” Tikki scolded.

“Would you not do the same in shoes?” Chat Noir countered.

“Not like that.”

“She’s lying,” Ziggy butted in.

“I am not!”

“Yeah, you are. I’ve seen you lose yourself to passion before, just as Chat Noir did.”

“That isn’t an excuse to let him do it.”

“No, but it makes you a liar and a hypocrite.”

Tikki deadpanned. “Whatever. Chat Noir, don’t do that again. You may be a leader, but a leader doesn’t abuse their power. You’ll do well to remember that, or you might be the one losing their miraculous.”

Chat Noir’s ears pinned back before they drooped. They perked up when Chloe entered the room again with a blanket in hand.

“Hey, Chloe? I’m sorry about that a moment ago. I just-.”

“No, I get it. I was out of place myself. I just… I hoped once she woke up, we could talk. She told me once she was well, we’d talk. I don’t think she’ll be well, but I thought maybe she might be ready to talk after dying. It’s selfish, but I don’t want to wait any longer. I need to talk to her now.”

“May I ask what about?”

Chloe sighed. “I obviously know who Bloody Bug is. I… I didn’t want to accept it at first. I couldn’t accept this amazing hero that had been nothing but kind to me was also the same person that hurt me.”

“What happened? How did she hurt you?”

“It was some time after her mother passed. Something like four or five years ago, I dunno. I try not to remember a lot of the details, but there are things I’ll never forget. I insulted her and her dead mother and… and… and she attacked me.”

“She attacked you?”

Chloe nodded as she hugged herself. “I had never been more afraid than that day. I begged and pleaded for her to stop, but there wasn’t anything human in her eyes. That day, I saw a monster born of anger and hatred. So, it was… hard to accept the truth. It still would be, if not for Sabrina.”

“Chloe, why did you insult Alix and her late mother anyway?”

“I… I don’t know. I don’t even remember why I did it in the first place. I wish I did. Not that it’d make much of a difference now.”

“It wouldn’t be related to your own mother leaving you, would it?”

Chloe’s eyes widened as she turned and glared at Chat Noir. “How do you know that? No one outside my Adrikins and Sabrina know about that!”

“Well… I… crap. Plagg, claws in.”

Chloe’s jaw dropped when she saw Chat Noir was Adrien. She gasped and pointed a finger at him.

“Uh, surprise?” Adrien asked.

“Oh. My. God. How? I didn’t-! How!”

“Uh, kwamis and miraculous, and all that?”

“Oh, no! Adrikins, I’ve been so mean to you! I’m so sorry, Adrikins!”

“Chlo, it’s ok. Mostly. You did try to steal Bloody Bug from me.”

Chloe chuckled nervously. “It’s all water under the bridge now, right? You won’t hate me, right?”

“I never hated you, Chlo. I was annoyed, but I never hated you. You’re my sister, just like Alix.”

Chloe’s shoulders drooped. “Sister? You mean… you’d never see me as more?”

“No, Chlo. I’m sorry. I… I don’t really want to think of anyone like that right now. Not after Volpina and Heart’s Design.”

“I knew it! They did do something to you. What did they do? Tell me immediately.”

“I… I don’t think I’m ready, Chlo.”

“You want to end up short fuse over there?”

Adrien winced, then sighed. “No, but you can’t tell anyone. Not even Marinette or Lila. Promise me, please.”

“I promise.”

“Thank you. See, they… they… assaulted me.”

Chloe gasped. She fumbled over the couch, grabbed her teddy bear, and held it up for Adrien. “Where did they touch you?”

Adrien gulped as he pointed around to the chest, face, neck, arms, waist, and hips. He looked away, then up to see Chloe in tears. She tossed aside the bear and hugged him.

“Oh, Adrikins, I’m so sorry those awful girls hurt you. I promise, I’ll make their lives extremely miserable for hurting you.”

“Chloe, it’s-.”

“It’s not fine! First, Alix dies. Literally dies that I had to resurrect her. Second, I learn that my Adrikins was assaulted by those girls. How can any of that be fine? It’s not. It’s ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!”

“Chlo, I know it’s not fine, but I don’t want to think about it. It’s just easier to try and forget it.”

“Then let’s have the best night ever!”

Adrien tilted his head as Chloe called for room service and made arrangements for the pair of them and Sabrina. She hung up and headed for the door.

“I’ll be back, Adrikins. And when I am, we’ll have the best night you ever had!”

Adrien smiled as Chloe left, then frowned. He glanced over at Alix on Chloe’s bed. He stood and cautiously approached. He hesitated before he crawled onto the bed and curled up beside her. He glanced up at her still face as fear gripped his heart again. The memory of her life passing fresh on his mind. Tears fell from his eyes as he took her hand and pressed his forehead against her shoulder.

“Please don’t do that again, Bug. I don’t want to lose you. I need you. Please don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to be alone again.”

“I’m sorry I scared you, Cat.”

Adrien gasped. He looked at Alix’s face, but she hadn’t changed. “Bug?”

Alix shifted and pressed her free hand against her forehead. “I fucked up big time, didn’t I?”

“You aren’t going to leave me, are you?”

“No. I… I don’t want you to experience the same thing I am.”

“Bug?”

Alix shook her head and let her arm fall. “Not now. My head hurts.”

“Later?”

“Later.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Now, hush.”

Adrien cracked a small smile as he cuddled up to Alix.

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gavinsdeviant · 7 months

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Feel the Light

cw/tw- talks of past harm done to character, talks of torture, emotional distress, trauma response, a traumatic flashback, hurt/comfort, Quinn, insults and harsh language

word count- 1,645

pairing- Sam & Darlin

fandom- Redacted Audio

fic inspired by the song feel the light by Jennifer Lopez

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“Quinn doesn’t get to keep hidin’ from you, not now. Not anymore.” Darlin’ gives a small smile, squeezing his cold palm in theirs. He brings their hands to his mouth and kisses a line down their wrist.

Do you remember,

“I’ll be fine. They ain’t gonna know what’s hitting ‘em,” he adds, flashing them a toothy grin. They laugh, even as nerves bounce around in their stomach. They reach up to press a kiss to his cheek.

When we feel under,

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darlin.”

—

Fifteen minutes later the shifter and their Alpha are seated overlooking a drab, empty room. The air is cold, quiet.

Darlin’ scrunches their nose at the smell of stale coffee.

“Where is he?” David asks again. He’d been hounded Detective Clark as soon as they had sat down, hackles raised at the room that still appeared vacant. Their stomach churns.

The fluorescent lights hum, buzzing as they drum fingers along the cold rim of the table they were sat at.

Henry beckons them to look. The door slides open and a familiar silhouette steps out seconds later. *Sam.*

Hurry up, hurry up,

There’s no more waiting,

He shuffles over to take his seat, flannel sleeves pulled up to the elbows. They smile to themselves as their chest warms. ”Samual Collins. He’s your partner, correct?”

He glances back to the glass, saluting them, something akin to mischief alight in his eyes.

We’re still worth saving,

The scrape of a large chain rattles the door before they can find a way to reply and then, with a slow creak the door swings open. With dusty hair and a charming smile, the man in the door almost appeared normal.

Sam’s smile drops.

I left my pack for him,

I gave my heart to him, my fears to him,

I put myself second for him,

Everything for him.

All they had done had been to have him behind bars and now, they couldn’t even look him in the eye.

Coward, their mind hissed.

Feel the light,

Shining in the dark of night,

Their heart pounds in their ears as their cruel vampire ex regards the man who had let down his walls for them— had let them love him for who he was, even when it wasn’t pretty. “I keep these walls high so those feelings don’t get the better of me but… you climbed over them. And you’re in here. I love you, Darlin’. Deeply.”

“Is my little mouse here?” Quinn demands, leaving in as if in whisper. A vein throbs in Sam’s temple.

They knew he’d ask— knew he’d try and draw them out, to no avail.

“No matter,” he snarls, smile too wide,” I don’t need them here for the things I’m going to tell you.” He lets out a huff, fangs flashing. “My pretty little pet didn’t share the details, did they?”

Sam bites back a growl.

“You really don’t know half the shit there is to know about your darlin. Oh, now you’ve got me excited.” A pause.

“Ever notice their limp?”

With a sharp scrape, their chair goes flying back as they press closer to the glass. “He doesn’t get to do that,” they hiss, turning to the detective. He shakes his head. “We need this information out of him. We’ve got him talking… now he just has to keep talking.”

Slowly, they turn back to the creature, one they’d called “lover” so many years ago, its eyes faint with delight. “Oh, the things I’ve done. Seen the scar on their ankle?” He seems almost nostalgic, eyes cast to the ceiling in thought.

Remember what we forgot,

I know its a long shot,

“I broke them, bit by precious bit, and I liked it,” he mused. They swallow hard. “Broke that ankle five, maybe six times, until my name became a prayer.”

“You,” Sam bites out,” don’t get to pretend you’re still apart of them, that you know anythin’ about them.”

“You new bloods are all the same. Young and naive. Don’t know what you’re saying.”

In a flash, Sam has him pressed to the wall, breaths coming hard.

Quinn only huffs out another laugh. “I would’ve made an example out of them. For all the empowered and non-empowered humans dead at my hand, they’d be a living example. Say, ever heard of the blood eagle?”

There’s a silence, long enough for darlin to hear their pulse in their ears before he continues.

“The Brazen Bull then? Eaten by rats, perhaps? They will always be a pathetic fucking mutt, in my eyes. Meant to be taught a lesson—“

Without a word, the shifter slowly rises from their seat and pushes the door open, grimacing at the ache that creeps up their ankle. Sam had never asked and hadn’t wanted to push anything they weren’t willing to give, but oh how they had wished he did.

They were humiliated.

Here I go, here I go,

Their eyes burned with tears, ones that they furiously wiped away. He didn’t deserve their tears, not when he fed on their pain like a sadism demon took to brutality.

A few minutes pass, the cold wall pressed to their back as they breathe in, and out. Their heart still beat like a thousand drums in their chest and they couldn’t seem to make it slow. They glance at the door just as it opens, David’s muscled frame waiting.

Feel better now, feel better now,

He hesitates, face taut.

And then, with long strides towards them, wraps them up in his arms, head to his chest. They shudder.

“It’s okay,” he breathes. “You don’t have to go back in there, if you don’t want to. That fucker doesn’t get to take that choice from you too.”

They nod.

“Do you want Sam?” Again they nod, eyes burning.

“I’ll go get him.”

“He should be in there,” they try weakly. “Trying to save that girl.”

“I don’t care. There are other ways.”

Without a further word their friend pushes up from where he’d practically sunk down on his knees in front of them, and swings open the door. It shuts with a resounding click behind him as they slump back against the wall.

Here I go, here I go,

Feel better now, feel better now,

Their shoulders shake, chest heaving as they bite back tears. They were just messing things up— if it weren’t for them, none of this would have happened.

You’re his thrall… always will be.

And then, Sam is there, gently cradling their face in his hands and whispering soft words.

“Hey, hey— you needed me, and I’m here.”

They see the panic in his eyes, the hurt as if reflected mirror-like in front of them.

No.

They lay a gentle hand on his chest, pushing back. He doesn’t touch, only opens his palms instead.

“These hands will always be for you, darlin. Always. Never to hurt or bruise. To hold, whenever you might need it. We’re safe.”

”Oh pet, my name tastes so good on your lips… as you scream it. How’s your leg, hmm? Holding, and healing, I hope.”

They roll their ankle, over and over again, tapping along the ridge where the scar had healed.

Still here, still here.

Still here still here still here still here still—

“Darlin.”

”Nice and crooked. Shifter bones are harder to shift and clay, but this… Now you can never run away. Why would you? Such a masochistic wolf you are. And so the wolf traded their life for another. The fox and the wolf.” He smiles. “What a tragic tale. Sly fox, stupid wolf.”

“I had this horse on the farm I grew up on, way back, in Mont Blanc.” They blink, lights unbearably bright. “Athena, we called her. And me, bein’ the small stubborn boy that I was, decided that I could damn well ride her if I pleased.”

There’s a pause, the shifter tapping a finger along the bone of their left ankle as they look up at him, present now.

“I fell off a horse that day, and my mama was not impressed.” They smile, reaching a hand out to take his palm.

“I’m sorry, its just—“

“No apologizin’.” They shrug but gesture for him to continue.

“Well, Athena got up to a whole lotta trouble in my day. She loved goin’ out and never wanted to come back,” he smiles, somber. “Couldn’t really blame her.”

They take his hand in theirs, squeezing as if to say I’m here.

“We can go back,” they say suddenly, the quiet too big. He looks concerned by pulls them gently to their feet anyway, a stream of tears drying on his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he rasps, voice raw. “You shouldn’t have had to live through that.”

They smile, a genuine smile, one they hadn’t felt in weeks.

From behind them Detective Clark clears his throat. The shifter and vampire both turn to him looking distraught, hands behind his back.

“Quinn lashed out. He managed to shatter the glass to the back room and has been placed again under a magical suppression. We don’t believe it’s safe for Mr. Collins to return back in there.”

He walks closer, placing a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “You did well. Thank you both for coming, we appreciate the patience in this difficult case in finding Mr. Fox.”

An hour later, Darlin and Sam are standing on the sidewalk, breathing in the cold evening air, feeling lighter than they had ever been.

Sam throws his head up to the stars, eyes bright.

“As long as those stars burn,” he points. “And as long as I live, I will always be here for you— morning, noon and night. Whenever you need me, darlin. I love you.”

Here we go, here we go

“I love you too, cowboy.”

Feel better now, feel better now

#check the trigger warnings please #my interpretation of how the Quinn situation went #started writing it before the video released #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted quinn #redacted darlin #redacted david #redacted sam

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Different dimension? Part 2

Ridoc Gamlyn x reader

Warnings: ⚠️ cursing, how to train your dragon, fourth wing characters/dragons.

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Hether's POV

As soon as I am past the gate all hell breaks loose cadets running in different direction and dragons killing those who get to close. I look to my left and give my brother one final nod befor running torwds the pull that I feel in the pit of my stomach, and then I hear something no someone multiply someone's " we have got to kill the generals kids they will be favorites with every person they meat because of that emotionless excuse of a mother." I know the first voice without looking Dagger or Dagger the fucking deranged as we all call him. Well so much for just finding a dragon now I have to find Dillen too, so with that I run to the one place I know Dillen would go straight to. The monstrous nightmares a stoker class dragon with substantial speed and strong capibul of setting itself on fire 'this boy really is a Pyromaniack.' As I arrive I can see there's only a good five people here and one just got to close make that four, I just have to tell Dillen to wach his back and then I am on my way I continue to walk and to my surprise none of the nightmares roast me and to my relief I find dillen esaly. "Dillen! Wach your back Dagger is on a hunt for us." I wisper yell at him from behind a rock that I hide behind. "Hether were are you? I can go with you so nether of us is alone when they attack!" "No find your dragon and get to the sky I just came to warn you." With that I leave and the pull is so much stronger that I am practically forced into a run but were am I going?

Ridoc's POV

"Why are we going straight up !?!" I mentally yell at Aotrom. "Oh calm down up there this is how we get to a there dimension." He says it like the most obvious thing in the world. "It is the most obvious thing in the world. Why else would we be going straight up?" " Well no need to be rude." Aotrom cuffes and doesn't respond. We continue up and up and up for a good forty minutes and then after about 10 minutes of flying straight torwds a mountain side Aotrom tells me to get low and hold on tight. After another 5 minutes Aotrom says I can straighten up again I look to my left and see Violet, Rhiannon, and Xaden doing the same and on my right with Garrick and Liam. "Look ahead we are in enemy territory." Aotrom says with a hint of worry in his voice. "What kind of enemy?" I ask and he doesn't respond. 'Well this will be fun.' I think with to myself. Time to meet my dragons mate and her rider. I wonder what her rider looks like?

Hether's POV

The more I run the more I can feel the pull getting stronger so I decided to take a page from Violets book and clime a nearby tree for a better view, and am I glad that I did. In the valley ahead of my is dillen fighting off 5 others probably some of daggers friends 'lovely' I think and clime down to go help my idiot brother live to tomorrow. "Dillen!" I yell once I am close enough for him to here and they all stop fighting to look at me and they split of 3 on Dillen and 2 on me "we have orders to kill you." The one on the left says with a sneer and the one on the right just chuckles and draws his sword as I draw my axe. That charge at the same time and seem to have their moves coordinated 'interesting' I think as one swings for my torso and the other my neck. I can imedently tell which one is the better fighter and of course its the one on the right that dose not use words to try and intimidat ther opponent as the one on the left draws his sword to strike wing beets sound behind me and I don't spare them a glance now is my time to attack and seems Dillen has the same idea we both charge at the same time and there's more wing betts how many are there? "I will take the three on the left you go right." I says to Dillen and he nods the first one is a boy I took my second dagger from in challenges our first week he was not happy about it and tried to kill me after with some of his friends but ended up with a broken arm and his friends left before they could get to hurt. The second is one I have never seen before and the same with the third but they souldent be that hard to beat right? As the first charges I slide under his sword cutting into his calf and taking his knees out from under him shaping his neck once I gain my feet the other two charge at the same time and I pull a small knife from my leg holster driving it into his shoulder as I duck under the seconds sword kicking his side with enough force to send him sowring across the opening we are in. I look to see if Dillen needs help before killing the one that is two feet in front of my with a knife in his shoulder the same way I did to the first but when I look up the third is nowhere to be seen. "Fucking cowered" I say as I go to see if Dillen is alright but before I can I feel eys on my multipul eys as a matter of fact I turn to see dragons but not dragons from here there from Basgiath. And they have riders two but there's also two dragons from or dimension a Razor wip and a Monsteres nightmare. "Hello dreary my name is Windsher daughter of Corinth and Darius." A female voice sounds in my head and the Razor wip looks straight at me? Dillen is sprinting towards the monstrous nightmares for leg and I do the same to the leg of Windsher. As soon as we are mounted we are In the air flying throw loops and dives turns and climes before we report to the roll keeper. Once we land on the flight field I see the same dragons and riders from the valley. 'I wonder what they are doing here?' "They are here because of my mate Aotrom he and his rider Ridoc." Windsher says and I can feel the happiness through the mental bond. 'Interesting'

Ridoc's POV

"We have made it through enemy territory without detection" Aotrom says after another 30 minute flight. "Good I was getting anxious." Aotrom cuffes in amusement. Once we clear the cloud cover I notice that threshing is still going on here and the is not one dragon on the flight field. 'Weird' I think to myself. But as I look to the left I see the courtyard 'there's all the people.' I think "yes but we are going over here" Aotrom says as he moves his head toward a line of trees and I can see someone's silhouette with a long flowing braid in one of the trees. "god's be dammed its another Violet!" I say to Liam and Xaden who hafe moved at some point durring our flight here causing them to laugh and earning me a death glare from Violet. But of course the humor is short lived as we see the person jumping out of the tree and sprinting to the valley in front of her. "Where is she going in such a hurry?" Aotrom cuffes along with Tairn Deigh, Chradh, Feirge, and Sgaeyl. "There's a problem in the valley ahead of us." Aotrom says but two dragons are watching from the mountain side and I can see they are both just as big if not bigger than Tairn. But then again all of our dragons seemed to get bigger the longer we are here. We land on the right of the valley and I see the same flowing black braid bit know I can see who it belongs to. But she is with a boy around a year or so younger than me, " I will take the tree on the left you go right!" And they are off both have amazing fighting skills and she has such speed, stragth and is so graceful too. But the dragons on the side of the mountain are know beside us watching like they are the judges of a trial. With they probably are not going to lie, the girl kills two of her opponents befor the there'd runs like a fucking cowerd. But the boy killed both of his opponents with no problem, the two turn to look at us and seem confused with our presence but before they can ask the dragons from the mountain both seem to have there full attention the boy is first to start sprinting towards the red one then the girl towards the silver one. "Are we going to see your mate or just wach threshing?" I ask Aotrom "you just did the silver razorwip is her." Aotrom says seems that I have some learning to do befor I meat them both.

#ridoc gamlyn x reader #garrick tavis x reader #liam mairi x reader #xaden riorson x reader #fourth wing fanfic

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lesbonym · 17 days

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The dueling fantasy has been claiming my mind for the past few days and I just need to write something out about it. I’m going a bit on a limb with this one so tell me what you think

And now that I know the knife kink is a green light, I can go even further with it :3

Picture this:

We’re lazily hanging out on the couch or bed, me rambling about whatever new thing I learned or tried out in the fencing group that day because you just adore seeing how excitable and happy I get when explaining the hobbies I love. That’s when an idea strikes you: you’ve got a decent amount of experience in swordfighting, maybe you could see your cute girl in action. Watch me get all sweaty and competitive and cocky as I try to prove myself in your eyes, and it’d be fun to watch all that energy dissipate as you put me in my place.

So you suggest the idea, that we go out and spar a little so I could show off how good I’ve gotten; daring me to fight you without sort of armor since I’m allegedly so good at playing defensively, and I fall right into your trap. Your pretty girl wearing only booty shorts, a sports bra, and shoes. My hair tied back all nice, braided by you earlier while I was rambling.

We find a nice secluded spot you picked you, citing not wanting to draw attention to ourselves, but really it was for the privacy for making me scream later. Now it’s just us, all alone out in nature, just where you wanted me. Once we’re in place I draw my longsword, an intricately crafted blade with a mix of German and Gaelic design throughout, custom made just for me. You draw your own sword, (I can’t exactly gush about my dream sword here since it’d be yours, so just imagine your ideal) and a pair of matching daggers along your waist just in case. We get into stance and I’ve got that excited and cocky look in my eye, you know all it would take would be one little compliment to set me off balance, it would be so easy to fluster me right now since I’m all focused. Just one little statement, something like “You look so pretty right now” or “My pretty girl’s so nervous… cute” and my stance is broken. My grip falters a bit and my gaze darts away from your eye and to the grass, arms wavering as my focus diverts. It was so easy to get into my head, so easy to break my focus and make your shy little girl squirm.

That was the perfect opportunity to engage, and you take it. The first wide swing as my attention comes rapidly back to you, I bring my sword up to catch yours, but the bind is clumsy and far in your favor. The beautiful sound of clashing metal echos around us, but only we can hear it. One step towards me and sliding your sword a bit towards the strong of blade is all it takes to have the situation entirely in your favor, and now that I’m looking up at your confident smirk and dominance over the situation my cockiness starts to dissipate.

I disengage and step back, spinning the sword above my head to strike at your other side, but with how much of an advantage you had just a second ago it’s almost effortless to block that swing. The edge of your blade is so close to my arm now, just a little jerk down and you’ll be able to cut me, leave your first of many marks all over me.

Once I notice this I flinch and pull inward, giving you the perfect opening at the other side of my body. I try to block your swing around but don’t quite get it, and the tip nicks my shoulder. You stare at the blade against my skin with what can only be described as hunger in your eyes. You’re already in my head, it was so easy to distract me, and you barely have to work to claim your prize.

Another step towards and pressing my sword downwards sticks my blade slightly into the dirt, the perfect opportunity to grab by handle and disarm me. In just four simple moves you’ve already claimed complete control over me, I’m now powerless before you, not to mention wearing exposing and limited clothing. I try to concede by letting go back backing away, a meek “alright, alright you win” the only words I can muster. But though you’ve earned the prize, you’ve still gotta claim it.

Continuing to walk towards me you drive my sword into the dirt, now I really do have nothing. I back into a tree, cornered, all yours. You sheath your blade and walk right up to me, pinning my wrists against the tree. I try to squirm and writhe, but what could I possibly do? You’ve got all the control here.

Your daggers prove useful after all, a single precise cut to the middle of my sports bra is all it takes to expose me to you. Your pretty prize all laid out before you. Whatever happens after that is all up to you. I imagine you might’ve snuck a few toys in with your gear bag, or maybe all it takes is your fingers and honeyed words to claim what’s yours. Either way we’re gonna be out there for a while, and I’m going to be huddled up in a blanket on the way home to hide the myriad of embarrassing marks that are now all over me, since I elected to ignore your idea of bringing a change of clothes.

I thought I could actually win control over you. How wrong I was

-🐦‍⬛

😵‍💫😵‍💫, man I'm not sure there's much more I can add to this. There's no way to improve it cause it's already perfect. I think everyone else deserves to see, too.

I was wondering why I hadn't seen many asks from you today. You must've been working on this masterpiece.

#youre an insane writer #baby im so proud of this #so so good #wish i could write like you haha #🐦‍⬛ anon #emoji anons #emoji anon #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #nblw #anon ask #anon asks #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft

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theluckywizard · 6 months

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WIP Whenever

Thank you for the tags, @nirikeehan, @agentkatie, and @melisusthewee

I am still on my distraction fic goofiness! Basically Leandra Hawke and her old friend Alsatia Trevelyan conspire to set up their incorrigible children Garrett and Rose (my blorbos from my long fic In the Shattering of Things) during DA:2, Act 2. Neither of them want to get hitched. And naturally shenanigans ensue. 💗💗💗

Rose is ejected from the dance floor, glowing and breathless, her Satinalia crown crooked. She raises her and in a goofy wave, takes another sloppy draw on her tankard of cider and sets it down on the table with a slosh before twirling on a foot to return to the chaos. From where he sits nursing his own ale, Hawke admires the lifetime of spirit unleashed in the absence of hedgerows and marble walls and the scrutiny of her parents. She’s a lively, competent dancer, bobbing and weaving, her braid swinging around as she links elbows with perfect strangers. He knows it’s probably nearing time to shepherd her back to Hightown and the safety of her guest room at the estate, but he’s loath to squash her enjoyment.

She stumbles out of the weave of dancers again, this time before him.

“I’ve half a mind to make an utter fool of myself,” she says with a rapturous smile, tumbling into his lap and cupping one of his cheeks with a grog-emboldened hand. He reaches up to push a strand of her hair off her damp freckled forehead, noting the intensity of the Sip-Sip on her breath and then curses his blazing friends. “Maybe three quarters a fool,” she adds.

“Lucky for you, I’m sober enough to stop you,” he says, perfectly serious and yet smiling helplessly. “You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“I— don’t think I will,” she says, and closes the gap between them for a kiss. A jolt of panic streaks through him, and then the softness of her lips against his silences it, a quiet thrill slipping in its stead. Rose pulls back an inch. “You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth,” she says.

He isn’t sure how to stop her without crushing the fragile bloom of attraction between them, but he has to try. Picking up her hand, he presses his lips to it before she can kiss him again.

“Lady Rose,” he says softly. “If you still want to kiss me when you’ve returned to your right mind tomorrow, we can continue this then. But Maker knows how much you’ve had to drink, and I still need to get you home in one piece.”

“How do I know you aren’t just pulling my chain?”

“Trust me, if you could walk in a perfectly straight line and spell your name backward—“

“N-A-Y-L-E-V-E-R-T—”

He smushes a finger against her lips, grinning stupidly at this scamp of a woman.

“You’ve been practicing that for this very moment haven’t you? There’s still the matter of the line.”

She rises, wobbling slightly and then scrunching her brow in concentration takes several cautious steps in a line that drifts slightly to the left. She turns back to him and takes a bow.

Fuck. She’s adorable.

“Well if you’re not going to— mind if I?” asks Isabela from somewhere behind him. His scold is instantaneous.

“Not a lick of shame in you, is there?” says Hawke, not the least bit surprised.

“None whatsoever,” she says walking past Hawke and stroking a finger down Rose’s arm. “She passed your bloody test.”

"I did," declares Rose, crossing her arms.

“You went left," points out Hawke.

“Barely,” she says. Hawke takes that as his cue to deliver Rose back to the safety of her guest room where she won’t be bothered by his handsy pals and can sleep off the shitty booze in peace. Tagging with no pressure @delicatefade, @bluewren, @rowanisawriter, @breninarthur, @greypetrel, @crackinglamb, @kiastirling AND YOU

#WIP Whenever #WIP Wednesday #Hawke x Trevelyan #Rose Trevelyan #Garrett Hawke #Dragon Age 2 #Matchmaking Moms AU #dragon age fan fiction #stupid romantic comedy #crack fluff smut

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wellsayhelloaagin · 2 years

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HELLO IM BACK (I love you bunches)

I WOULD LIKE LEIGH FLUFF OF UH.. UHM… idk what aboutttt… showing up at Leighs house with her favorite ice cream

Hi, I love you bunches too <3

This got longer than expected so it's under the cut.

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Hey, are we still on for movie night?

You stare at the screen of your phone, the notification that your message had been read mocking you. You watch as the three dots appear and then disappear over and over, the silence becoming deafening.

Not tonight.

When the reply from Leigh finally comes through you want to growl in frustration. She was avoiding you, there was no doubt about it. Ever since the Halloween party for work a few weeks ago, she had been making excuses to cancel plans and you were sick of it.

It was typical Leigh behaviour. She was prone to shut people out with almost no explanation, you'd seen her do it countless times over the years. You just never thought she'd do it to you.

"Screw it," you mumble to yourself, grabbing your keys from the bench and marching to your front door.

Half an hour later finds your outside the door to her apartment, knuckles rapping on the wood as you chew your lip anxiously.

You start second guessing if this was a good idea or not, your early ire replaced with hurt and apprehension.

The door swings open to reveal Leigh on the other side. She's in her pyjamas, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head and one of her eyebrows is arched expectantly.

You hold up the tub of ice cream as a peace offering, hoping that the sight of her favourite flavour would cheer her up. Instead she just scoffs, turning abruptly and walking inside.

Your heart drops, smile faltering as you stand there hopelessly on the porch. You can no longer see Leigh inside, shifting your weight before deciding 'fuck it' and following her in.

"Good to see you respect boundaries," Leigh bites out when she spots you, the cold dessert now dripping condensation onto the floor. "I said I was busy."

"No you didn't," you retort, your frustration from earlier returning. "But I guess it's hard to keep track of all your excuses lately."

"I'm not-" she tries to rebut but you're quick to cut her off.

"Cut the bullshit, Leigh," you cry out, your outburst making her silent. "You're avoiding me. Ever since the Halloween thing you've been using every excuse in the book to stay away from me."

She tries to shake her head but you just roll your eyes, trying to hide the hurt in your voice.

"Did I do something wrong?" you ask desperately. "Because I've been wracking my brain and I just can't figure it out."

"No," she replies softly, her eyes not meeting yours. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what?" you plead, the tears springing to your eyes. "Why do you hate me all of a sudden?"

Leigh laughs then, the sound almost mocking.

"I don't hate you," she chuckles derisively, "I could never hate you."

"I don't get it," you say confused, trying to make sense of your friend's strange behaviour.

Leigh groans, dragging her hands over her face. You stand there silently, you heart beating wildly in your chest.

"I don't hate you," she repeats, her eyes finally meeting yours, the green drawing you in.

"You're right though, I have been avoiding you." You watch as her fingers twist together nervously.

"At the party," Leigh takes a deep breath before continuing, "I just found myself staring at you all night. You just looked so beautiful and I couldn't deny it any longer."

"Deny what?" you whisper hopefully, almost scared of the answer.

"That I'm in love with you," comes the reply, Leigh's eyes never wavering from yours. "I'm in love with you and that terrifies me."

"Why?" you prompt her, taking a step forward.

"I lose everyone I love," she confesses, her eyes dropping to the floor but you catch the shine of tears in them before they do. "I didn't want to lose you too. I don't think I'd survive it."

"Oh, Leigh," you sigh, hand reaching out to grab hers comfortingly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Her head snaps up, hope written all over her face at your words.

"I love you too, you idiot," you tell her, watching her lips curve into a smile as she processes the words. "Stop trying to run away from this, from me."

"Okay," Leigh nods, her breath shaky. "Okay."

You lean forward slowly, watching her face for any sign of hesitation. When you find none, you close your eyes and close the remaining distance.

Her lips are soft against yours, slightly wet from her tears and warm. You revel in the feeling, something you had dreamed about for years. It felt like her lips were made for yours, you felt complete.

After a few seconds you pulled back, watching her eyes flutter open. She smiles at you, her cheeks dusted with pink.

"Come on," you say, tugging on her hand. "We better eat that ice cream before it melts. Do you want to pick the movie?"

#s writes stuff #leigh shaw x reader #i mean this counts as fluff right?

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