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trendywaifus · 6 months

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↳ not in love, baby it’s just lust!

always look both ways and behind you when you walk at night.

↳ featuring, michael myers! jingliu

—cw, sub! fem! reader, jingliu has a cock, face fucking, murder mentioned, gagging, cursing, size–kink, death of a character, dub-con

the sounds of your heavy breathing and wheezing echoes through the narrow walls of the horribly lit alleyway. your limbs burned with exhaustion and you were on the verge of passing out from nonstop running. the hot tears you desperately tried to wipe away, continuously runs down your flushed cheeks. you meet face to face with a dead end, your blood runs cold. “ o-oh my fucking god!” you slammed your palm against the cold brick wall in frustration. “ i just did a dumb white girl move, why did i even turn into this alleyway?! “

you whipped around, hoping to scramble out of the narrow space before your pursuer comes. you halted after a few steps in upon seeing the tall shadow of a silhouette steadily approaching towards your only escape route out. “ o-of course the motherfucker shows up. .! “ you muttered harshly, watching in horror as the looming figure stands tall at the entrance of the alleyway. your eyes trails down to what looks like to be a knife in their hand. “ oh fuck, i’m going to die because i wanted to buy a bag of shitty candy from the shitty corner store at night. .”

they began to approach, taking slow, calculated steps towards you. the knife twirls in their hand almost playfully as you backed up, frantically looking around for a weapon to use. “ last w-words of advice, if you’re interested in a woman, h-how about you not follow them and try to kill them, mister i. .—miss?” you were at a loss of words as her appearance became more visible under the shitty flickering lights. she had on a familiar worn–out fox mask, rivers of white hair flowed down her shoulders from underneath it. she wore a grey coverall jumpsuit that shaped her fit body.

“ th-this somehow got worse—you were the one who was following me? i seriously just heard about you on the news last night. god, i’m so fucked! “ you sobbed, forcing yourself up against the wall. a man by the name of yingxing was brutally murdered in his own home yesterday in broad daylight. it’s so happen that a witness caught a few glimpses of the masked killer somewhere outside the home after the murder and was able to give the police a distinctive description of her. why did you have to be the one to confirm it’s accurate in the worst way possible?

swallowed by her presence as she now towers over your figure, her dull red eyes peers down at you through the slits of the mask, amused by your pathetic mental breakdown. she raises her knife up and you instinctively closed your eyes shut, waiting for the sharp pain to come. instead, a cool metal gently brushes against your cheek, wiping away stray tears. you flinched, opening your eyes to stare at the masked woman with confusion.

“ d-did you just. . .? “ she tilts her head, letting out a low chuckle at your cute reaction. your brows furrowed, she’s either fucking with you or—she actually took your advice? “ maybe i won’t die tonight if i play my cards right. .” you whispered. taking a deep breath, you mustered up a tight-lipped smile. “ i-i heard a lot about you, including your name. jing. .liu, correct? “ she stares at you for a moment before slowly nodding.

“ you have such a beautiful name and you seem like a. .reasonable woman, jingliu. i actually want to go home since it’s like late at night and i think my mother is worried about me. you wouldn’t mind stepping aside so i can go, right? you’re kind of blocking the way—n-not to be rude. .”

jingliu says nothing, nor did she move aside to allow you to pass. instead, she takes a step forward, practically sandwiching you between her and the wall. you yelped, placing your palms against her stomach. it’s safe to assume that she did not want you to leave nor was she interested in killing you. her calloused hand cups your cheek, caressing the skin tenderly. you laughed nervously, “ i-i guess you already taken a liking to me. fucking perfect. “

your breath hitches as she leans down to your face, the rough texture of the mask grazes your cheek. you shifted uncomfortably against her, earning a soft groan. “ s-sorry? why did you make that—oh.” a soft bulge rubs against your thigh, causing you to stiffen up. jingliu swiftly tosses the knife to the side, the metal object hits the asphalt with a loud clang. her hands lands on your hips, forcing them to grind against hers. “ e-easy, easy, jingliu! “ you gasped, holding back a soft moan. fuck, a small adjustment easily triggered her?

she grunts, easing her grip on your hips but her movements doesn’t falter. “ sh-shit. . “ arousal shamelessly stirs in your belly, slowly dragging you into a mess of dirty thoughts about the feral woman. she hastily pulls up her mask, just enough to free the lower half of her face and smashed her lips against yours. the searing kiss was nothing but tongue and teeth. she easily overpowered you, not caring about bruising your lips. her hands journeys up your sides, wishing to explore every nook and cranny of your body.

her tongue hungrily explores your warm cavern, swallowing your whimpers. lust consumes you whole, trapping you in its hold and starts plucking away at any rational thought you had about the reality of the current situation. without hesitation, your hand slides down her stomach and squeezed at the hardened bulge. a deep growl emits from jingliu’s throat, she rolls her hips against your palm. “ god, it went from wanting to go home to wanting to fuck a suspected serial killer. ” you breathed, unzipping the jumpsuit from under the waistband, freeing her cock from its restraints.

jingliu’s lips parts as she laughs huskily at the irony. she firmly sets her hand on your shoulder and easily pushes you down to your knees. she hooks her hand on the back of your head, urging you to open your mouth. you complied, allowing her length to slide inside. her breath hitches, taken aback by how good you feel. your jaw tenses as jingliu fully pushes herself in until the tip was kissing the back of your throat.

suddenly, she jerks her hips forward, forcing her cock down your throat causing you to gag. she pulls back before doing it again. each time, it gets deeper and sloppy until she’s repeatedly fucking your tight throat without a care in the world. series of throaty moans and sounds of wet squelching fills the empty night sky. drool runs down your chin as you struggled to accommodate her size and pace. your palms pressed against her thighs to at least cease her speed but she was far more stronger than you.

her cock twitches in your mouth, signaling her inevitable climax. throwing her head back in pure ecstasy, she thrusts into your mouth one final time before loads of cum shoots down your throat. jingliu doesn’t pull out until she’s sure you’ve swallowed everything. once she was satisfied, she releases your head, finally allowing you to cough and breathe properly.

“ fuck. . “ you cursed, massaging your tense jaw. jingliu snatches you up by the forearm and pulls you up without warning. she presses you back into the wall, peppering your face with feverish kisses. her deft hands find themselves unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down to your ankles for you to kick off. her eyes looks you up and down hungrily, gaze lingering on your bare legs and panties. she places her hands on your sides and easily lifts you up from off the ground. you yelp, circling your legs around her waist.

she smirks at you, sliding your panties to the side to push her drool—covered cock inside your cunt. you both moan in sync as your walls clamp around her. “ l-let me adjust—nngh! “ ignoring your request, jingliu sinks you down to the hilt, completely filling you up. she pants heavily into your ear, retracting her hips back before thrusting right in again. “ s’big, i-i c-can’t! “ you moaned, pushing at her shoulders.

she holds you tighter and moves away to send you a threatening look. her once blank ruby eyes were wild, glistening with unadulterated lust. the masked woman finally uses her tongue to speak, her voice was raspy and low as she growled,

“ don’t. .push . .me. .away . ! “

#trendy #jingliu x reader #jingliu #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail women x reader

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waspredteeth · 1 month

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You know what I've realized these past several months on Tumblr and just...years of consuming content?

It's pretty rare for the fandom to acknowledge Gotham as a city. A real, living city with people in it. Like, sure we always get cutesy posts about Batman or the others from outside perspectives or fics that include interesting ocs (I love u if you do that btw).

But what I mean isn't that. What I mean is: does anyone think of Gotham and its citizens as actual people? Because I've sure seen kind of the opposite.

I see constant arguments or heavily biased (mostly misinformed) posts regarding what Bruce does and how the Batman helps the city. That his riches would get lost in corruption and no one can save the city unless there's violence. You could try and make the argument, sure. But we've seen time and time again in comics that Bruce uses his money to the benefit of the city. We've seen in comics that he employs people who are disadvantaged and gives them opportunities. People know Bruce Wayne gives jobs and treats his employees well. He donates heavily to charities, creates his own organizations, funds Leslie Thompkin's clinic, and consistently updates the safety of his own buildings. People (at least post-Crisis) would know that Bruce Wayne did everything he could to save Gotham after the Cataclysm earthquake/No Man's Land - that he went up against Congress. Of course, not everyone would like Batman. Not everyone would trust the Wayne name. They'd see a stranger who prowls nightly and may or may not rescue you. They'd see the privilege of an old rich name who gets to exert his influence over the city. If you go to him for help, you go to him with the fear, and anticipation of rejection or with the knowledge that he will be safe.

I've also seen the (imo) ridiculous notion that Crime Alley citizens would trust the Red Hood. Maybe some would now, after the reboots and actual comic book evidence that he's doing something. But I cannot fathom living in a city with such heavy crimes occurring and then trusting what is essentially a cop. People don't know the Red Hood. They don't know Jason Todd. They would only know: 1. he has tried and succeeded various times to take over organized crime and drug routes 2. he can and will kill if he sees it fit. In some people's eyes, he would be a cop with even less judicial oversight. In some families, he would be the killer of their breadwinner, of their fathers or family members or lovers. A man with a gun. Eyes without a face. If you go to him for help, you go to him for blood.

This doesn't even begin to lay out the insane amount of vigilantes who live/operate in Gotham. The Batman is not the only figure. The Red Hood is not the only figure. If you boil down Gotham to only the conflict between these two characters, you miss the nuances and varied opinions of the city by miles. If you boil down Gotham to just Batman-affiliates, you miss even more.

For every person who doesn't trust Batman, there's someone who'd prefer Huntress. For every child who lives in fear but can't trust an adult, there's Robin or Batgirl. For an abused woman, there's other women out there who help: Catwoman or Black Canary or Holly Robinson. There's people who'd never trust a vigilante but want safety, they'd have Leslie Thompkins (who operates in Crime Alley) or Lucius Fox who could give them a job.

Not to mention, Batman is very obviously white. There would be some people who would rightfully mistrust white men, and would prefer figures like Orpheus or Onyx or Batwing or the Signal or Huntress (post-N52). There's the Creeper, who would be terrifying but some might prefer the monster over the man. There's Ragman, an explicitly Jewish vigilante who was literally called the Tatterdemalion of the Oppressed and trusted by the poor and homeless. There's Batwoman, Mother Panic, Spoiler, Nightwing, Red Robin, Azrael, Bluebird, the enigmatic idea of the Oracle, Anarky, Ghostmaker, Gotham Girl/Boy, Catman, Alan Scott-Green Lantern, Wildcat.

Hell, maybe someone who lives in Gotham would just straight up trust Superman or the Flash or Wonder Woman more than anyone else. Maybe they'd never once trust someone acting for a perceived view of justice and would just trust an employer like Two-Face or the Riddler or any mobster.

I'm stressing my point here: when you write anyone who lives in Gotham City, keep in mind that they don't know they live in a comic book world. Secret identities are foreign to them, they only know the base actions of each vigilante. Each person's opinion will heavily vary. Every experience colors their view of the city and vigilantes as a whole. Just, idk, widen your horizons and consider about what someone living in a place like Gotham would really think.

To that end, read the comics!!! Research actual cities!!! Take in experiences and history!!! It's all interesting and just adds so much more.

You want one comic that shows Bruce helping Gotham and the various views of Gothamites, read Gotham Knights #32, published in 2002 and titled "24/7." Read it online illegally if you have to!!

#i'm not hating on existing content #make what you want!#I've just always wanted to see more #because there is more to explore #dc #batman #dc comics #batman meta #gotham city #DM for a link to the comic issue if you want #just be prepared for a comic website with pop-up ads #robin #dc meta #bruce wayne #I am Not tagging all these people

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Stolen Moments

Summary: While at a gala, you steal a moment of Commander Fox's time.

Pairing: Commander Fox x Reader

Word Count: 925

Warnings: None

A/N: I needed Fox fluff, so this is wholly self indulgent.

divider by saradika

Of all of the things you hate about your job, the galas have to be the worst. Having to go a far too expensive building, wearing a far too expensive outfit, and rubbing shoulders with people with all of the morality of a wet paper bag-

Well, let’s just say that if you had known that this career path would force you to have conversations with people who were so shallow, you would have gone to medical school like your mother wanted.

You excuse yourself from another conversation with yet another senator (this one spent the last hour bragging about the beach house he bought his mistress with his campaign funds), and you make a beeline for the refreshment table.

You are not drunk enough to have to deal with these people. Especially since you’d rather be at home, with your boyfriend.

You grab a wine glass, and move through the crowds to reach the open balcony doors. Maybe if you go outside people will forget that you exist and will stop trying to buy your vote.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

“You know,” you jump as a familiar voice breaks through your musings, “Senator Organa’s aide has been staring at you for the last hour.”

Leaning against the wall, just outside of the balcony doors, was Commander Fox. Dressed in his dress uniform rather than his usual red and white armor, he cuts a fine figure, and you can’t help but shoot him an admiring glance. And you’re not subtle about it.

“How do you know he’s been staring at me for the last hour?” You ask as you step closer to him, thrilled since you didn’t think he had been assigned to this gala.

“Cause I’ve been staring at you too,” Fox reaches out and brushes the backs of his fingers against your bare shoulder and down your arm, “This is new.” He murmurs.

“Nothing else looked right,” You explain as you shiver under his touch, “Do you like it?”

“You look beautiful,” He replies, his fingers trail back up your arm, over your shoulder, and then ghost around the back of your neck to play with the loose hair hanging there, “As always, cyare.”

“Mm, well you look very nice too. Very striking,” You reply as you set your glass on a nearby table, and gently smooth your hands down the jacket of his dress uniform, “I’m surprised you’re not in your armor, though.”

“Apparently our armor is intimidating,” He says with a scoff, “So everyone on guard detail is wearing…this.” He gestures to his uniform with a scrunched up nose.

“I don’t think your armor is intimidating, Fox.” You reply with a small quirk of your lips.

He shoots you a knowing look, “I know exactly what you think of my armor, cyare.” He teases as he lightly tugs on a strand of your hair.

You don’t blush with the ease of long practice, “Well, as it happens, I like the man under the armor more than the armor itself.”

He takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a light kiss against your knuckles, “And I am a lucky man for it.” Fox murmurs against you.

He gazes at you, soft and loving, and you take a half step closer, your free hand brushing some of his hair out of his face, “I’m the lucky one.” You whisper in return as you stand on your toes to try and tempt him into kissing you.

“Careful, cyare.” Fox murmurs, “We’re in public.”

You sigh softly, “Just a little kiss?”

He gently bumps his forehead against yours, “We’re going to get caught.” Fox warns, though he doesn’t try to move away.

Your relationship isn’t a secret, exactly, but it’s not common knowledge either. In fact, you can count the number of people who know about your relationship with him on both hands…and still have fingers to spare.

“Is that really a concern?” you ask, your voice soft.

“No.” His response is immediate, as he lightly tilts your head back and presses a series of feather light, and quick, kisses against your lips. “I’m beginning to not care if people find out about us.” He says, his lips hovering just over yours.

“Oh?”

He kisses you again, “I’m really, really fucking tired of people flirting with you right in front of me,” He admits after a moment, and he smiles wryly as you laugh.

“You know I only have eyes for you,” You say, once your laughter calms.

“I do know. It doesn’t stop me from wanting to fling them out a window.” Fox grumbles under his breath.

You laugh softly, and lean in to kiss him again, only to stop when you hear someone clearing their throat, “Uh…Commander?”

Fox sighs and pulls away from you, lightly settling his hands on your hips, “What?”

Commander Thorn looks from you, to Fox, and then back to you, and a wide grin crosses his face, “I fucking knew it!” He crows.

“Congrats, if there’s nothing else-?”

“Oh, Right. It’s time for us to switch places.” Thorn says quickly.

Fox sighs and looks down at you, and then a slow smile crosses his handsome face, “What do you think, cyare? Care to dance with me?”

You giggle and nod, “I’d be thrilled to.”

Fox kisses you one more time, and then he takes your hand and tugs you into the building. You’re sure that this gala is going to be the hot gossip in the senate for at least a couple of days.

#star wars #tcw #commander fox x reader #fox x reader #x reader fanfiction #star wars fanfiction

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fatuismooches · 10 months

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it's just so easy to imagine dottore worrying about which plushie/toy the fragile reader would like best...

like, on days when the reader is particularly bad, dottore always make the extra effort to buy you some trinket you like? he gets nervous wondering if you would like the plushie he wants to get you and ends up buying several, just in case you don't like one of them. (Not to mention the fact that fatui agents are absolutely mortified when they see the much-feared dottore returning with a fair share of plushies.)

GOSH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH,,,,, Dottore's kind of shit at gift-giving, he doesn't know what's romantic, plus he thinks giving basic gifts is worse. Though there was that one time he drew his and your heart, extremely detailed, with all the shades of red, with each other's hand wrapped around the other's heart. Unexpectedly romantic and also not the strangest thing you've gotten! So you used to get random things that you'd never ever predict (but that's why you love him after all.) Though you've come to subtly drop more of your likes on the clones and him so you don't end up receiving fancy syringes with colorful substances or eyeballs anymore 😭

He knows you really like soft things like your pillows, and even his clothes (he wraps you in that super big fluffy coat of his from the lazzo trailer) so maybe you'd like this stuff too? For once he leaves the lab himself because he knows that he knows you better than any of his clones, but now he's not sure which one of these you'd like... you like cute things... but sometimes you don't... you like dark things... but sometimes you don't too... Now this is why he simply just isn't a good gift giver.

And then he thinks, why get one when he can get all? Like why would he do one experiment when he can run multiple trials? He looks so serious at the cashier, who was on the verge of tears during the checkout. When he returns the Fatui guards address him with respect but of course, he doesn't even acknowledge them. The agents know better than to say anything but when the Harbinger is out of sight they're like tf was that a squishmallow in the bag??? And now they're whispering very softly to each other as if the walls have ears about the plentiful rumors surrounding Dottore, like the "mysterious figure" that the Harbinger seems to hold dear...

Your favorite plush ends up being one that reminds you a bit of Dottore, you weren't even sure what it was but it seemed to be a teal fox with button eyes... but then another eye through the blackness in the middle... well, whatever it was, it was super soft and fluffy! The clones and him are just happy you're happy.

Your room is the biggest one in the lab so you can fit all of them easily, you actually have a lot of fun organizing them and even naming them! A clone even joins you so you don't get tired of moving around so much. Zandik is pleased, he never thought he'd even hold a plushie in his hundreds of years of living but things change.

(Pantalone in his office, reading the bill he recently got from a plushie store, still trying to comprehend why the 2nd Harbinger is using his money on this)

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #me who sleeps with two scara plushies every night:#sobs soft dot makes me so happy thank u...#i eat it up like no other

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funhouse-mirror-barbie · 2 months

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Rating Hazbin + Helluva Boss Characters based on if I could tell what animal/creature they’re supposed to be:

DISCLAIMER: This is not an attack on the creators or artists/designers for either show. I already went over the purpose of this on my first post here—I just like to review stuff.

Part 2!

SIR PENTIOUS—SNAKE—5/5

Yeah that’s a snake, man.

While I find some of Pent’s design elements cluttered, he’s actually one of the stronger designs in my opinion. I think the having his cobra hood act as his hair is fun and cleaver. It’s very easy to tell he’s a snake. Not sure why he has eyes on his tail/body? I think they could have just made them red spots but eh.

QUEEN BEE—FOX (?) WITH HONEY BEE ELEMENTS (?)—3.5/5

Bee’s a weird one for me b/c while her design is super super cluttered I can SEE how it could work, and I really do like fun cute fox and wolf girls. The ONLY reason that docked points is b/c she’s supposed to be a fox/bee hybrid (I believe?) but her “bee” elements are so minute that if I hadn’t seen her in a big beehive, I would have just assumed she was as a fox with fairy/insect elements—I wouldn’t have thought she was connected to a honey bee at all. It’s a weird case where she is VERY obviously a fox but it’s not obvious at all that she’s a bee/honey bee. I did want to give a little extra half-point tho b/c I do like her little antennae ears. They’re pretty much the only thing that screams “insect” to me.

STELLA GOETIA—SWAN (?)—3/5

I think I may be going a little easier on the Helluva cast b/c overall they’re easier to figure out what animals they are. I’ve heard that Stella is supposed to be a Swan but I’m not 100% sure. This one is def more on me, but I initially thought that she was either a secretary bird due to her long lashes and the way her hair is styled, or a peafowl (which would make sense b/c her brother is apparently a peacock?) at least I can tell that she is a bird and her colors are accurate for a swan’s. I think the reason I would never have thought of her as a swan is mostly due to her beak size and color. But yeah b/c I can at least confirm that she is in fact a bird I wanna give her a higher score.

I would rate Pilot Stella too, but I don’t think at that point she was meant to be a swan, just a vague bird demon lady. At least I hope not.

MAMMON—SPIDER (OR CENTIPEDE? MAYBE??) —0.5/5

So. Like Angel Dust. The only reason I know that Mammon is a spider is because he was shown sitting on a giant spider web.

I really didn’t think he was a spider/spider-ish looking at all and I still don’t. Even the extra eyes they add to him sometimes didn’t immediately make me think “Spider!” just that it was a demon thing. He really just looks like a jester with extra arms.

His full demon/mega form also doesn’t look very spider-ish tbh, and was what made me wonder if he was actually supposed to be a centipede? I was really disappointed by his “final form” because it’s pretty much the same as his regular form but with more eyes and what I assume is SUPPOSED to be a spider abdomen ?? But then he does kinda scuttle like a centipede at the end so maybe he is supposed to be???? But then why does he have a big spider web???

Also, and I’ll be honest, this is just me being needlessly nit-picky and it’s a small thing but it just irks me personally b/c I don’t understand the reasoning behind this but like. I HATE that his extra eyes DO NOT stay consistent.

The first time we see his extra eyes it gives him a total of 8 so I was like “oh okay yeah so maybe just his final form will be a spider/spider-like BUT THEN HIS EXTRA EYES KEEP OSCILLATING BETWEEN 3 and 4 EXTRA EYES?

These shots are only a few seconds apart like why did they give him MORE eyes when he got farther away? They’re so small that they barely seem distinct? Like if he IS supposed to be a spider you don’t have to keep giving him eyes!!! Stop, stop, he can already see!!! 😭

Maybe he IS a centipede tho? B/c he DOES seem to have the little centipede butt horns (which apparently are just their very hind legs in real life)

And he def seems to move like one in that form. Man idk. Why even HAVE him in a spider web then???

Being an arthropod lover and not being able to figure out what the fuck kinda guy that’s supposed to be is driving me wild tbh 😅

Honestly if Mammon was just supposed to be a clown/jester I would have given him 5/5 b/c yeah that was immediately obvious. But it’s him being a jester-spider-centipede-thing that muddles things for me.

I would put Loona in here but I ran out of pictures for this post talking about Mammons eyes. She gets 5/5 cause. Yeah that’s a classic wolf girl.

#funhouse convo #media criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss beelzebub #helluva boss stella #character design

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randomfoggytiger · 1 month

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Collector's Edition: Cars and Conversations (Part I)

Mulder and Scully have traveled a lot a lot a lot during their years in the basement-- surely, they had pretty cool conversations on the road?

Loose chronological order below~

@wexleresque/hellsteeth's

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As he climbs into the passenger seat of his father’s Lincoln, Fox yawns. The dashboard clock reads 5:03 AM and the smug tilt of his mother’s lips suggests that the early hour is the result of considerable negotiation. The tires crunch on the driveway and his mother waves at him absentmindedly from the porch as they depart. She doesn’t make a habit of smiling, but in the dark, Fox thinks something close might be on her face.

The drive is quiet this morning, save for the news on the radio and the whistle of the wind through the cracked window. Sunflower seeds sail over the glass and Fox takes a few out of the bag, chewing on them for something to do.

“How’s work, Dad?” he asks as they pass Fall River.

Young Mulder is tossed back and forth by his begrudging parents.

the fbi basement bulletin board - Chapter 5 (Tumblr)

“Hm. Well you probably don’t need a medical professional to tell you this, but if you keep moving it around, it’s going to take longer to heal. You need to rest it.”

“Noted, doc. And you just missed the turn, by the way.”

S1 Mulder is bad at directions-- especially with a sprained wrist.

Local Radio (Tumblr)

Driving out to a little town in Indiana hadn't been in the original plan, but the business of Memorial Day weekend had removed flying as an option. They needed to reach their destination within 24 hours. So here they were, en route to another place that didn't even warrant a dot on the map (you've seen one, you've seen them all, he sometimes thought to himself).

Mulder is amused at a crazy radio station (and at Scully's reaction.)

Christine Leigh's (Alt. Ao3) Maybe?

"Okay, here we are." Maggie said this as she pulled off the highway and onto the road that would take them into Democrat Hot Springs. She was surprised that there wasn't more traffic. This town, if she remembered right, was supposed to be some sort of a resort area. Five more minutes, and they were in the parking lot looking up at the familiar sight of the neon arches, and that's all that mattered.

Captain Scully is back from deployment; and Maggie senses something is off with her youngest daughter.

@thatfragilecapricorn30's (Ao3) Tell Me You Love Me - Chapter 1

“How do you know where I live?” he asked.

Scully’s cheeks reddened; she was hoping he wouldn’t notice or find her actions inappropriate. “It was, uh, it was in your personnel file. I wrote down your address after you called me at home after the last case. I figured I may need it at some point.”

Mulder smiled. “Just trying to see if you’ve been spying on me.”

Post Deep Throat Scully can't shed her keyed-up nerves after driving Mulder back home.

@scullywolf's (Ao3)

Eve

Her eyes narrowed. “How far up north?”

“California’s a big state, Scully.”

“I’m aware of that. How far?”

He decided there was probably something very interesting over in the corner that merited staring at while he answered. “About 300 miles. Give or take.”

Eve Mulder sheepishly wakes Scully.

Red Museum

Sure, the old man wasn’t a member of the church, and similarities between him and Brother Andrew were all but nonexistent, but the cryptic “There’s something I’d like to show you,” with no further explanation, was enough to set her mental warning bells chiming. She was a grown woman, with a gun, but that didn’t mean she loved the idea of jumping into some random stranger’s truck after only the briefest of exchanges. Mulder joined her at the truck’s window, an unspoken question on his face.

Red Museum Scully communicates her anxieties to Mulder without a word.

Demons

The car company rep agreed to come and pick her up, and she sat down on the curb for only a minute or so before getting up again to pace off her nervous energy. A hundred horrible scenarios played themselves out in her head; at least ninety of them involved Mulder getting into car wrecks of varying degrees of seriousness. In order to keep herself from panicking, she tried to focus on the task at hand, which only made her angry that she was even in her current position in the first place.

Demons Scully has to call in a new rental car.

Drive

“All I’m saying,” she said pointedly, “is that it could be worse. We could be crammed in a room right now with a bunch of other agents, and instead we’re at least driving around through what you have to admit is some fairly scenic farmland.”

Mulder spared a moment to mourn their lost office.

Drive Scully appreciates being out in the field with Mulder again.

Dreamland II

"...Mulder, I’m not proud of how long it took me to realize what was going on. I was about ready to drag you in for an MRI. Some sort of delayed-effect brain trauma from your trip out to the Queen Anne was the only thing I could think of to account for your dramatic change in behavior. Only it wasn’t you at all–”

“Well, you believe it now, and that’s all that matters. Now how do we fix things?”

Dreamland II Mulder and Scully catch up before heading back into the fray.

@cactustree's (Ao3) Fast Times and Slow Drives

She startles when she feels a warm hand on top of hers, and her eyes snap open as though jolted by an electric shock. She looks over to find Mulder studying her, his eyes darkened with concern.

“Watch the road, Mulder,” she murmurs, pulling her hand away from his.

“What’s wrong, Scully?”

Post Genderbender Mulder banters away Scully's apology with facts.

@h0ldthiscat's (Ao3, Alt. Ao3)

Survivor

She swats him away with one of her small hands when he touches her head and helps her into the car, but the look she shoots him lacks her usual antagonism, and the purse of her lips doesn't quite convince him that she's annoyed.

"Do you want another one of these before we hit the road?" He shakes a half-empty bottle of Gatorade at her as he slides behind the wheel, but she shakes her head once, firmly, and presses her lips together in a thin line, making them even whiter than they are.

Post Darkness Falls Mulder drives them home.

7. things you said while we were driving

She shoves the sunshade back up and clears her throat. “Can we go?”

He notices for the first time that her eyes are wet, that her chin is quivering despite her best attempts to control it. Remorse and guilt wash over him as he remembers an offhand comment from earlier in the week that explains her makeup, her nicer-than-usual suit, the set of her jaw.

Post Never Again Mulder's remorse soothes Scully's feelings.

Can I ask for a fic tonight? :)

“Was the drive okay?” she asks.

Mulder jerks his head back to the still open door and says, “Ask your son, he drove.”

William appears in the doorway, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, tawny hair in his eyes. “It was fine, Mom.”

“Good,” she says, shooting daggers at Mulder with her eyes, daggers that say she can’t believe he let their son drive in a snowstorm....

AU-- Revival era Scully is not pleased Mulder let college age William drive back in a snowstorm.

@crossedbeams’s (Ao3) I-Spy

‘I love this song!’ I explain, whizzing the twizzler I have pilfered from Mulder’s junk food haul around in some vaguely rhythmic pattern. I love music I just lack the skill set to express that love very elegantly.

Mulder chuckles at my enthusiasm and cranks up the volume, ‘I never would have had you pegged as a Clapton fan’.

S1 Scully tells Mulder about her family road trips.

@slippinmickeys's (Ao3, Gossamer)

Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 25 (Tumblr)

The thing was, it was next to impossible to see out the windshield.

Scully loved thunderstorms. Having spent a large portion of her youth in San Diego, they were still a novelty, even after years on other, more weather-prone bases and college campuses, and if she'd been home, she would have pulled up a chair next to her window and curled up there with a mug of tea, watching the light play in the sky and the water ping sharply against the glass.

However, as a driver she was cautious, and with Mulder, well, she had a reputation to uphold: He was the engine. She was the brake.

S1 Scully drives through a storm, donuts and a dozing partner included.

@brownies-and-tea/browniesandtea's Collect Call

“Mulder, it’s too late.” Scully sighed and leaned against the rain-streaked window of the car.

"I can't believe you're thinking fondly of that awful motel."

"I'm thinking fondly of a decent night's sleep." she stretched across the passenger seat.

S1 Mulder pursues a lead with Scully, from car to phone booth.

Ten's Learning to Breath (1/2)

In the elevator the women leaned him against one of the walls and kept talking to him, worried that otherwise he would go back to sleep and start sliding to the floor. Dana asked him questions, like his name and address, to keep him alert. She was relieved when she received the correct answers.

They got him into the backseat of Maggie's car, careful not to bump his head. Dana immediately raced around the car and got in the back herself. She fastened his seatbelt and watched as he leaned back against the headrest. He was asleep again before Maggie turned the key in the ignition.

AU-- Post One Breath Scully, Maggie, and Melissa are shocked at the state of Mulder's apartment.

J. C. Sun's Car Ride

My partner is next to me, as he always is, but for the first time in months, he's wearing his glasses. They make him look like an owl: a giant, somber six-foot owl perched in the driver's side seat. However, I doubt any owl has ever rolled his shirtsleeves up to the elbow and cradled a book in his lap, or chased the paranormal for a living. Nor do I think any owl has ever looked quite like him: the slightly twisted nose, the clear hazel eyes and the annoying, annoying little lock that, even now, droops across his forehead. It takes a wrench of will to resist the urge to reach out and to smooth it into place.

Post Firewalker Scully is bonded to Mulder now.

@seek-its-opposite/seek_its_opposite's

transient luminous events

He is still just standing there, the sleeves on the turtleneck he didn’t need to wear pushed up at the elbows. She is suddenly, vividly aware of the car, of the hot metal and the smell of rubber in stagnant humidity. Duane Barry’s trunk smelled like a spare tire. Her mouth goes cloth-gag dry.

“Can we?” she asks. She waves her hand at the road ahead and wonders how she’s so sure of this: He’d have known what she was asking even if she hadn’t.

“Sure,” Mulder nods. He looks relieved. He grabs their flashlights from the glove compartment and hands her one, and the flood of Pfaster’s headlights behind her eyes softens and clarifies into two beams that will never outrun her. And they walk.

Post Irresistible Scully confronts Mulder on his bubble-wrap method of protection.

if you weren't so

She tilts her chin up at him, at the usual angle, and finds that the geometry between them is the same.

“I need to talk to you,” she says. “Something’s happened.”

Behind him, his not-wife drags a recliner over the threshold in reverse, yelling at the houses that all look like hers.

“I have to talk to you alone.”

She says “alone” like she always says it and wonders if she meant to do that. There are days when she’s sure she could leave him in the dirt and still wind up in a room with him at the end of the world. As they slip behind the truck, she's gripped by the idea that to Joanne Fletcher, she is the woman Mulder shouldn’t be with.

AU-- Dreamland II Mulder and Scully try to find a way back to each other.

theramblinrose's Irresistible - Chapter 5/Chapter 6

“I didn’t know when I’d hear from you,” Mulder said.

“I’m at the airport,” Scully said. “I’ve got a car. I’m driving in. I just wanted to call before I left.”

“Anything wrong?” Mulder asked.

“No,” Scully said. “Honestly—everything’s feeling pretty right, Mulder.”

AU-- Irresistible Mulder and Scully are juggling their new relationship, a surprise pregnancy, and the fallout from the nefarious Pfaster.

eponine119's Same Old Fight

-Turn it back, he'd insisted, his knuckles white on the steering wheel with the effort of keeping the car on the narrow twisting road, This is making me jumpy.

-I don't know why I let you drive.

-You didn't have any choice.

-Mulder, pull over and let me drive.

-No.

S2 Mulder rescues Scully after their blowout fight almost ends with an explosive conclusion.

Sneakers/sneakers's

Walter Skinner's 'From Left Field

"But I don't see why Skinner should care about the book. It didn't mention *him*, and it didn't even use our names." Scully stood in front of the bookcase, scanning the shelves. "We didn't divulge anything classified; I'm sure the reading public thinks the whole think is a joke."

"But they had the nerve to claim I ate *twelve* piece of sweet potato pie!"

She pulled the book down. "Skinner's going to complain about your eating habits?"

"But I *hate* sweet potato pie, Scully. You know that, remember? I turned green at the gills last Thanksgiving, when your sister-in-law offered me some."

Post Jose Chung's From Outer Space Skinner has his thoughts on the book.

Sweet Home D.C.

"But the reception . . ." She looked out the window at the 1 AM darkness. "I think we both need to get some sleep. Turn the radio back on if you want to."

He did.

<< . . . Sweet home, Alabama . . . where skies are so blue . . . sweet home, Alabama . . . Lord, I'm coming home to you . . .>>

"That guy's got something wrong with his head, Scully."

Mulder and Scully, switching songs and swapping gum.

Evil_Little_Dog's

Cassadaga Bound

Dana squinted out the car window. "I don't think there's enough room in this town for all the witches, or demons, or devils in Florida, let alone the world."

S3 Mulder detours he and Scully to a fortune teller's.

Travelogue

“We’re not lost.” Mulder shot her a look then turned back to the road, correcting for the drift. “We’re directionally challenged.”

Making a guttural noise deep in her throat, Scully glanced out the window.

Mulder, the car, and a ditch.

@sunlightscully's (XF Writing Challenge - Food)

They have perfected the art of car eating. The driver orders and pays and hands the greasy bag over to be unpacked. The passenger unwraps the driver’s burger. They share fries.

When he pays she asks for the bare minimum and nothing too expensive. He orders extra large milkshakes and pretends he doesn’t see her stealing sips. They compensate for each other. Ketchup has not been spilled in years.

Mulder realizes he loves Scully.

Starbuck's (FFN) Wake Me When We Get There

"Shouldn't be much longer, Scully."

She made no acknowledgment, lying her head upon the seat once again. He continued driving as she drifted in and out of consciousness. White line. White line. Yellow line.

"Wake me when we get there, Mulder."

Mulder keeps the volume down so his partner can sleep on the long drive home.

@wtfmulder/@momdadimpoppunk's (Ao3) drabble; pay no mind

Scully paces around the car, branches and leaves snapping quietly under her weight. But she’s not angry, not at all, or nervous. She occasionally bends down to steal a sunflower seed from him and pauses to crack it before continuing her little loops.

Mulder and Scully find their own ways to entertain themselves when the rental car breaks down.

@incidental-ao3/incidental's Febuwhump 2023: The Truth is Out There (And the Fic is In Here) - Chapter 18

“No, Mulder, I should be keeping you awake, you’re the driver.”

“But I am awake,” he argued reasonably. “So there’s no reason for you to torture yourself when you could catch another few hours’ rest.”

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s not torture,” she scoffed. He smirked.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said. She scowled sleepily.

Scully tries not to fall asleep, and Mulder ruminates on life before lights.

@mulderbabe77's Taco Stands and Regrets

He pushed down a little harder on the gas pedal.

“Are you gonna throw up?” He gulped, hoping to hear a no.

“Nope,” she answered and for a moment he almost sighed with relief. “The other thing, I think,” she finished, grimaced again and held a hand to her cramping stomach.

“I’m on it!” He sped the car up a little more.

Ten minutes later they could see the exit just ahead. Mulder was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Mulder and Scully both get food poisoning while on the road.

@hamster-on-fire/fade_into_the_dusk_with_me’s For The Sake Of Driving (Ao3)

They’d do this sometimes. Drive. They were always driving, it seemed. But when it was dark like this & he was scared like this, or tired like this, or just utterly numb like this, it was different. The curve of the road up ahead could feel like a whole conversation; the silence, an opening, & they’d both sit there, like staring at a sterile wound.

Mulder and Scully help each other decompress on long, long car drives late into the night.

Timemeantnothing's On the road again

“We helped keep the Germans from getting Thor’s Hammer.”

“Mhmm,” Scully hummed, turning the corner.

“It was Einstein, Scully. We protected Albert Einstein.”

“That was very good of us to do.”

Mulder and Scully, driving: hot ladies, aliens, cheek kisses, Triangle rambles, and Millennium contentedness.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

**Note**: I am a "separate the art from the artist" person through-and-through; but my lists will no longer be featuring writers that have blocked me-- tooooooo much drama has been kicked up over that issue.

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Gargoyle Guard

Gargoyle! Fox x Reader

Warnings: Fox is a Gargoyle, but not in a traditional sense. Instead of beast and statue, it works a little different, it's explained in the fic. Technically breaking and entering (But Fox ends up being fine with it), accidental marriage, use of the word "mate" a few times. Fox thinking he's scary and not lovable, sexually suggestive, Reader has little self-preservation, Reader is much more accepting that they really ought to be. Reader is female. Kinda angst for the guard as a whole. THIS BITCH BE LONG

You had heard the stories, the tall tales of the Courascant guard.

How they were rarely seen during daylight hours.

Why there were 2 sections of the guard. Those that patrolled and those that stayed close to their buildings.

The rumours never made much sense when considering the guard as a whole...you'd seen the red armoured men out and about during the day. But the ones that had spoken of the phenomenon only pertaining to the inner group of the guard, the ones most people would never see, well they had called your attention.

Which is why you were out, sneaking around the guard's buildings and trying to get inside. You'd had enough of these questions floating around your skull, you needed to know.

And you needed to know, now.

You huffed as you pulled yourself up into the window sill, pausing to look about once more. Squinting in the sun's harsh rays, you saw nobody nearby. As usual, the guard was nowhere to be seen. You then pulled at the window... but when it didn't open, you banged against it. Then, using your butt, swung with all your weight into the glass.

Only to have it swing open.

You fell back into the square cavity with a shriek. A cloud of dust plumed about you, causing you to hack and wave your hand furiously. But as realization hit you, you quickly covered your mouth and darted behind a crate. That was a lot of noise, anyone nearby would be coming over to investigate.

You waited with your heart thrumming in your ears for what felt like decades, but the door to the room never opened.

You peeked around the crate and glanced around the room. It was filled with filing systems and looked ancient. Clearly nobody had been in here in at least a decade. Standing with a grunt, you tiptoed to the door, then opened it.

While sunlight permeated the old file room you'd broken into, the hallway beyond the door was dim at very best. Surprisingly, the walls were lined with candle-torches and low-intensity lamps, but it was still darker than you would prefer.

You glanced either way, trying to gather which way would be best to try. However, there was only so far you could see before it became dark void. With a shrug, you closed your eyes,spun then started walking in the direction you were facing when you had stopped.

You walked around for what must have been hours.

There was nobody in this building!

You were sure of it!!

You'd opened so many doors, looked in so many closets, under desks...everything! There were no people to be found.

"This was stupid" you sighed deeply leaning against one of the desks, your brow raising as your eyes landed on a cup of caf

"That would be an extreme understatement"

You screeched, jumping damn near out of your skin and promptly whirled around. Darkness was still very much all encompassing and obscuring your vision. However, you could make out the silhouette of a person just in the darkness enough that you couldn't figure out anything else about him

"U-uh"

"Coming over and breaking into the main building of the central policing force of the captial? In broad daylight as well?"

You couldn't tell if the voice was amused or scolding, maybe both

"You've got to be the most ridiculous nat-born I've ever heard of, and as a commanding officer I've seen and heard of plenty"

"C-comanding officer...?" you stammered out "Uh, listen...I-"

"Oh don't be shy now" the voice teased, definitely amused now "You've been rooting around in our stuff for 3 hours without a shred of fear"

"I wasn't rooting around!"

"Oh, and what do you call what you were doing?"

"Invesitgating" you mumbled feeling embaressment flood your system

"And what, pray tell, are you investigating"

Your eyes darted around the silhouette, trying to desperately pick out something more than an outline

"How come" you steeled yourself, it was now or never "How come the guard doesn't come out during the day?"

The individual seemed a bit taken aback by your question, if the silence was anything to tell by, but with a scoff answered you

"There are plenty of men out during the day, I made sure there were so-"

"So it wouldn't raise suspicion over those in the inner circle"

You could have sworn you heard a growl, something dark and testy...something inhuman

"And why...would you think something like that...?"

The figure imposed upon you, closer and closer until you were trapped against the desk.

You stared with large eyes at the form as it came into view with the dim light. What you originally thought was a cloak of sorts, was instead wings. Once presumed human legs, were now seen to be digitigrade - resembling ones like those of a Lasat. And swaying behind it, a long thick tail.

Your gaze trailed up the bare chest before you to narrowed, glaring eyes and barred teeth with...were those fangs?

"Answer me" it demanded

"People talk everywhere, the hell have you been?!" you yelled back, although you couldn't help your knees knocking together. Your body overcome by uncertainty and curiosity.

The creature, man? Thing?- cursed under its breath, tilting its head away from you.

Your gaze flitted to the claw like hooks joined at its collar, keeping the wings cloak-like

"Curious...?" Came their snarky tone

"Yeah" you shot back, raised a hand between the two of you and reached for its chest.

Then you paused just shy of its skin.

"Afraid of me now?" it taunted, but you didn't miss the tone carefully hidden behind the verbal shield

"..." you looked up to its dark, honeyed eyes and looked between them before you opened your mouth to ask "Can I touch you...?"

The being before you leaned back as if startled by your politeness, the cage of its arms no longer as defined, and let its jaw go slack - but only for a moment before it snapped shut with a frown.

One clawed hand reached towards your own, grasping your wrist and pulling it to its chest. The flesh was cool, but not frigid, as it heaved under your fingers. You could feel the pounding beneath the skin, it's racing heart betraying its outwardly behaviour.

You stood up properly, now crowding the creature as your other hand followed suit, trailing along the grey skin to the hook-like claws at its collar and following the appendage that draped around its shoulders. Your curious eyes eating up every detail, every speckle in its skin, every minute twitch it made at your exploration.

"Satisfied?" it growled

"Not yet" you mused, eyes glancing back at its own and shifting your attention to its face.

Your exploring hand touched its cheek, which it begrudingly leaned into, then trailed delicately across its nose, jaw, chin then lips.

"You're...not afraid of me" it mumured against your finger

"You don't seem that scary to me..." your eyes flicked away from its lips to those honey pools. Then you told it your name.

It hummed then mimicked you, your finger still against the soft flesh as it moved to make your name.

"My name is Fox, Marshal Commander of the Courascant Guard"

You blinked in surprise

"Weren't expecting the Marshal Commander to look like this, did you?" he grumbled

"Well...not really..." you confessed softly "What, are you exactly...?"

Fox huffed and, with surprising delicate motions, removed your hands from his body to step back and give you space.

You would be lying if you said you didn't miss the close proximity already.

"This...might take a while to explain" he groaned, a clawed hand pressing to his forehead as he gestured for you to sit while he turned away "You want a cup of caf?"

"Sure" you shrugged glancing around to find a spot to sit, and settled on the desk itself upon not finding anything but the chair.

Fox returned a few minutes later, holding two steaming cups and giving you an amused smirk

"Didn't like my chair?" he asked handing one of the mugs to you with a soft warning

"No, just didn't want to take your seat" you smiled back taking the cup into your hands.

You watched Fox round the desk, his tail trailing almost limp on the floor behind him, before he all but dropped into his chair. He took a long sip then sighed, staring up at you

"I'm a Gargoyle, rest of the higher ups in the guard are too" he grumbled softly.

You sat and eagerly listened as he explained himself and his brothers. How normally they'd turn to stone during the day and at night appear as humans. How they protect against evil, it's in their very base nature, and why he wasn't stone now.

"Sooo..." you drawled out with a pout "You have to be awake in that form because there's evil nearby but you have no idea what it is?"

Fox nodded, finishing off his caf before he spoke again

"That would be the gist of the situation, yes"

You hummed in thought with furrowed brows

"Wait, so where is everyone else?"

The man-gargoyle before you scowled and swiveled away from you

"They're gone"

"What do you mean? You can't do all this on your own" you reasoned, leaning forward to swat at the back of the chair in attempt to latch onto it

"I don't know where they are" came the quiet and hurt reply.

You froze at the fragile tone

"One day, they were just gone. It was only me from then on - well until you broke in like an insane person"

"I am not insane"

The chair swiveled back to face you, Fox giving you a disbelieving grin.

But as he did so, you lost your balance and tumbled straight into his lap.

"Well, that's twice you fell today...should we be worried about brain damage?"

You squeaked and scrambled up, only to feel his hands on your hips to steady you

"You knew about that?!"

"I told you I watched you rummaging around..." he said with a raised brow

"Right" you grumbled

Fox studied you for a moment, then gently pulled you closer to him. Settling you snugly in his lap and close to his chest.

"You really aren't afraid of me" he mused more to himself than to you

"I said I wasn't" you pouted

"Forgive me for not believing you" he rolled his eyes, one clawed hand leaving your side to smooth through your tresses "I suppose, you'd like to leave"

You frowned at the sadness hidden in those words but was so evident in his eyes

"I...could stay longer" you offered "Not like there's anyone waiting for me"

He raised a brow at you

"Someone as beautiful and strangely endearing as you has nobody? That hardly seems right"

You shrugged

"Would you prefer I did?"

A low growl emitted from his throat

"I would rather not"

"See, I thought so" you smiled teasingly "I will eventually need to go home" you reminded softly

"You could stay here" he offered quickly, then cursed at himself

"You want me to stay here? You barely know me" you giggled

Fox huffed at you

"You aren't afraid of me, you had the guts to break in here, and you have been nothing but kind - excuse me for enjoying the company"

Your gaze softened at his admission. You weren't sure exactly why you weren't frightened by his form, nor why you felt the need to be close with him. You'd known him for less than a day and you felt so intrinsically drawn to him it was maddening. You reached both hands forward and touched his cheeks then pressed your forehead sweetly against his, with a hushed-

"Hey, if you need me to stay for a while, I guess I can do that. But, you'll have to let me go home and grab some things, I can't live off Caf and-" you gestured to the fabric tied at his hips "Whatever you want to call that wardrobe disaster"

Fox scoffed at you, but as you pulled away from him noticed his flustered state. His grey skin burning with pink and red hues and his gaze shifting to you breifly then back towards the darkness around you.

"What" you frowned "What's going on now?"

Fox swallowed thickly then took your hand in his, and laced your fingers.

You watched him with confusion and interest, squeezing his hand when he let out a soft gasp.

"You know..." he began softly "Something about you makes me feel a little more alive and far less alone"

You blushed at his endearing words

"Wow...that's...a lot, beautiful, but a lot" you giggled out flattered by his confession.

You then sighed and glanced at the chrono on his wall, gently untangling your digits from his and standing up

"If you want me to stay for a bit, you'll have to let me go home and get some things, alright?"

Fox looked a bit distressed as he fiddled and then stood abruptly

"I-I'll go with you"

You frowned and patted his arm

"You told me you can't go far from this place, it's not biggie. I'll be right back"

Your words didn't seem to settle his nerves. You weren't sure why he suddenly got all flustered and anxious for, but whatever. You'd chalk it up to a weird Gargoyle thing...or a weird Fox thing.

You started heading back to the file room you'd entered the building from, Fox trailing along behind you diligently. Once inside, he helped you climb into the window and then into the afternoon sun.

"You'll come right back" his words demanded but his tone pleaded

You shook your head with a smile

"I promise I'll be right back, don't worry. You're being pretty strange Mr. Commander." you teased easing out the window and landing on the ground with a bang "I'm fine!" you called to the window then headed home

You did as you said. Went home, grabbed a few things to keep you for a few days then headed back to the guard with a bag strapped to your shoulder. But this time, when you climbed through the window, you found the file containers had been moved to give you an easy way in and out. You smiled softly and made your way into the dark hallway and called out.

"I'm back, as promised!"

You let out a scream as you were suddenly scooped up and pressed to a warm, bare chest. Upon recognition crossing your mind you struggled and angrily swatted at your keeper

"Fox!! The hell!!!"

"Do you know how terrible it was waiting for you?!" he grumbled looking at you with a distressed gaze "Don't torment me like that...! What if something happened to you?"

You blinked at him

"Fox, I just went home and came back, chill out man"

Fox settled you down but continued to hover as he followed you, all the while grumbling to himself

"If you have something to say," you tossed your bag onto his desk "then just say it"

"How the kriff am I supposed to feel when my mate is out there on her own?!" he yelled waving his arm out into the darkness

"Your...WHAT?!" You gawked "I'm not your mate! I didn't agree to that!"

"Yes, you did!" he argued "Before you left!"

You frantically thought back but couldn't think of when you agreed to marry the commander

"No, I didn't!!"

"Yes, you did! Infact, you initiated it." he huffed crossing his arms over his broad chest

You stared at him, as if you were buffering, in disbelief

"No, I didn't" you urged feeling even more confused

"Yes...you did" his tone was softer this time as he closed the distance.

He took your hands and placed them on his cheeks then touched your foreheads and let them settle like that.

Your eyes widened as it dawned on you.

Oh shit...you really did.

He then pulled back with a hurt gaze and a frown. His hand connecting to yours and lacing your fingers

"...and...I accepted"

You took in a deep breath, feeling the room spin.

You didn't mean that...!

"Fox...I-"

"You...didn't know, did you?" he sighed deeply then pulled away "It's alright. I, uh, should have been more aware. I just got caught all up in the moment"

You frowned at his dejection.

Was it really that bad? You'd only known him today, but he seemed genuinely kind and had treated you with nothing but respect - even when he had no reason to do so. He was all alone too, and clearly had been for a long time. plus...it wasn't like you didn't feel anything towards him - quite the opposite really. And like you'd told him before, you definitely didn't have anyone at home waiting for you.

"I didn't know, you're right." you nodded, watching his shoulders slump further "But...it would be wrong for me to push you away"

"No, I won't hold you to being responsible for something you had no ide-"

You stepped into his space and took his hand, delicately

"It's alright..." you whispered staring up at him "I guess...having a husband wouldn't be all that bad...if he's as cool as you"

His head surged forward, pressing your foreheads together again as he squeezed your hand. His eyes were closed and his brows knitted with emotion.

You couldn't help but smile at his display, and closed your eyes as you leaned a bit further into the gesture.

Fox held you against him as a cracking sound filled your ears, but when you went to open your eyes, they were promptly covered.

"Don't look yet" his voice was soft and sounded just a touch different than before.

A few minutes of waiting made you grow anxious. Your hands grasped his hand covering your field of view only to quickly let go feeling his claws missing.

Fox chuckled as he moved his hand and waited for your response.

You opened your eyes, one at a time in unsurity, to meet the form of a man.

A normal man.

"Uh...."

"Don't worry, it's still me" Fox urged gently "Is...is this okay? Am...I okay?"

You blinked in surprise. Your eyes roaming across the muscular bronze skin littered in tiny scars. He held the fabric to himself, now too big for his body, but a steady blush rose to your cheeks seeing the line of hair travelling down into the area hidden by the fabric. You forced your gaze up to the smug yet bashful grin, dark hair and those same dark amber eyes.

"Well...if your reaction is anything to judge by..." he snorted

"Excuse you!!" you exclaimed quickly spinning around

"I'd much rather you like what I look like than not" he chuckled wrapping his arms around your form and his chest pressing against your back

"A-ah...your blanket-thing" you stammered

"I tied it, don't worry" he mused his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck "Every night I return to this form...a version of me that can properly love you"

You blushed deeply, biting your lip, then blurted out before you could stop yourself-

"You could love me the way you were before"

Your newly accidentally-wedded-husband let out a soft but dark growl against your skin. Then spun you around.

Your breath hitched only a fraction a second before his lips collided with your own. Melding against your set with passion and heat.

He crowded you backwards until your butt bumped into his desk, then reached around you to shove everything off it - the contents clattering loudly to the floor before he broke your kiss only to slowly and gingerly maneuvere you on top of it.

You gasped softly as he partially climbed above you, pinning you to the surface and immediately pressing his body to yours and capturing your lips again in feverish kisses.

You pulled back and smiled softly as he chased after you

"You know...why don't you let me help you find your broth-" your question being silenced with a gasp as his fingers tug into your thigh

"I knew you were perfect" he breathed against your lips "Now, Mesh'la, let me prove to you why you made a good choice"

You really meant it.

You were even more determined after your first night together that you were going to help Fox not only find his brothers, but rid the planet of the evil that kept him from being able to rest.

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Looks That Kill. | L.MK (M)

prologue- “I belong to you, only you.” + “I hoped you said we’d be something more.”

summary: the new kid moved into town and y/n already has a bad feeling about him. one day a late night walk down to the woods changes everything between them, a secret comes out of the shadows sparking taboo feelings.

tw- werewolf romance. college mention. fantasy. wolf hunters mention. smut. fluff. death mentions. blood. horror . Fem!y/n. Dom Mark. Breeding kink. Hickeys/marking, praising.

notes- HALLOWEEN KINKTOBER FIC.

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the secure night welcomes you comfortably, slippers stomping on the wet soil with ease, kicking past the withered autumn leaves. woods in the town has always been safe and sound, in fact this town only has around 2,000 people residing in it.

there is history amongst every corner of this town in south korea from the west shore end. this town used to be roaming with supernatrual creatures hence why it’s earned the nickname “ghost town”, it’s foretelling that big fur muscle monster resembling both a man and a wolf at once standing on two feet ran its money for this place.

tearing apart hunters left and right mercilessly, going on a frenzy of blood lusting hunger. the creature of the night earned its infamous name as the servant of the moon. the werewolf.

a man at day and a wolf at night. what a bunch of bullshit right? you scoff aloud not to shy particularly as you was alone.

you’re a young college student who is very much a logic over bunch of ghost stories. You are the person who would scream in middle of the camp fire ‘I don’t believe in it until I see it with my own eyes’ motto. people who tend to believe In paranormal activities, watching these tv shows late at night ghost hunting looking for entities all night and somehow make money profit from it; you think pity of them.

people earning money doing fortune telling and psychic mediumship upset you deeply as you think of them as conartists scamming people who are gullible enough to be used.

calling you pessimistic was known from others, but you prefer the term realistic. There will never be a day in your life where you will ever believe in supernatural.

But this was going to happen today. a loud snap echoes within the foggy woods, you turn around in bare pyjamas stop the moment your sharp ears perk up to the sudden define crack. breathing stops as you was solely looking straight ahead to the right where it came from.

“tsk a stupid badger probably stepped on something.” y/n mutters turning around to walk away, a growl reappears as quick as lighting behind. it grew more frequent as it ups syllables more and more.

Your heart skips a beat. Why was the feeling of suffocating there when you’re right in the open woods with fresh oxygen? The girl turns around to check what could be possibly growling. In her head she lists multiple animals such as:

bears, if South Korea ever had any. Maybe it was foxes, or perhaps cats. maybe even a dog.

but not a darn silhouette ominous figure with bright yellow eyes glaring right at you where she stands still as a frozen statue. The only certain thing moving was the heavy wind, even the trees has stopped dancing about. It seems the entire woods became extra quieter when the strange creature hiding amongst the dark fog and black shadows, the entire animals residing in the forest have copped themselves away. As if they all knew that trouble was bound to happen. The instinct to run was there like a visible red button with emergency warning in bold letters, but the body felt numb to act on it. Your brain was fighting by fleeing the scene, the body did not respond. For once in your life You felt fear, paralysing your veins deeply. she couldn’t believe her bloodshot eyes, shaking as the creature starts its movements forward.

She whispers under her breath. “Screw it im going to run.” you shout turning on your heels immediately, sprinting ahead with almighty speed. never in her life has she ever ran so fast to the point everything felt like a blur. the girl couldn’t see trees as clearly anymore and nor did she stop to look back. Darkness follows you behind where the creature corners up behind the girl chasing with its baring large canine teeth practically savouring a bite out of you. The girl gasps on her husk voice holding it as she glances back once.

Feet slide off the edge rolling down the steep lopsided hill where the girl polls backwards landing face front in a pile of reddish orange brown leaves. picking herself up quick, not wasting any minute, she lost a slipper. Unable to turn back to retain it, she carries on escaping without.

You run quick once again only to be stopped by the creature cutting off with a shortcut. The mortified human falls backwards, crawling away as fast as possible as she leeches on the pile of leaves in her dirty palms.

the creature’s breathes heavy with snarls coming out of the gaping open mouth, resembling a wolf yet also a man. The black furred animal corners the girl by it’s claws, tugging on the ankle. You yelp kicking forward with the knack of balls she has in herself, by reaching forward with a rock, grabbing it and then penetrates the heinous monster’s eyes.

She saw the creature back off with a gnawing irritation, then running off to the end when it’s noticed the sky was changing colour rather quickly. You felt weirded out by such an action from the creature.

i mean why would it stare at the sky and hurry off? wasn’t it weird? and what exactly was it? junghyun grabs herself off the floor immediately following the animal from behind, trying to keep up with its inhuman speed as much as possible.

though when running after it, you wouldn’t be met with the creature.

you were met with a human laying on the ground, unconscious, barely breathing and also buttnaked in middle of nowhere. you gasp at the person in shock as she slowly approaches it, poking the person’s back. she only earned a soft snore as a response.

there’s no way that this man was the creature. i mean how did it make sense? what proof was there?

your face lights up when a moment replays in her mind. the monster’s eye was attacked by a rock. so if the man sleeping soundly in front of her was the monster, he would have a black eye.

the girl crouches down turning the guy forward so she could take a first glance at the face. she gasps. “oh my god it’s the new kid.”

you slowly lifts the boy’s face more observing the eyes, it had a slight bruise on his right eye. she shifts eyes feeling uncomfortable by staring at her classmate who is buttnaked in middle of the woods and might be a freakin’ monster.

god you pray you’re hallucinating.

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The eyes shot open relieving the night like it were a movie on replay record, trembling at the foreign ceiling, he felt his skin prickle with muscles contracting at each movement he did. the wrists tug forward, poking at the belt rattling on the bed frame that had him so trapped in such an unfamiliar setting.

Mark grunts. He can’t figure out where he is, nor did his strength find his body to be able to pull away. Usually, he could do so as much as he pleases. But now he used all his darn energy and strength last night chasing something without his control.

“Where the hell am i.” Mark let’s out with another rough grunt pulling against the belt on his wrists tying it to the bed entirely.

“my house.” a feminine voice pierced to the front where the door opens revealing a young girl with brunette long hair, holding a frying pan in front of him like a defence shield. he eyes her up and down, hissing. “you’re the girl in my English class.”

“yeah and you’re the foreigner kid.” you bark back. “Who’s also a werewolf.”

he lifts his head in shock hearing exclamation. unable what to say, Mark only panics more and more against the belt, this time with actual force to escape. this whole plan was to leave Canada for a new life not to become the most wanted mythical source on earth. you breathe heavily moving closer.

“you’re not going to say anything?” you poke confused on the side, finding it completely weird that he wouldn’t deny it or agree to it. mark turns to you with a side glare, a look that kills anyone.

you gulp thinly. Mark saw the way her throat shrieks, he feels her heartbeat from a mile away, the way her body language curls up on the frying pan that she depends on to protect her from a werewolf, a literal monster machine, does she think mark can be stopped with a frying pan of all things? he scoffs mockingly in his head watching the timid mortal. “should i give you a poetry on how i’m not a werewolf?”

mark spat, watching you who peeps with a soft head shake. the boy speaks with venom in his voice, “then no.” mark growls turning to the belt on the wrists.

“I don’t understand.” You shakily tell rolling down the walls in front of the bed, dropping the frying pan that would circle on the floor till it fell flat. legs curling to the your chest as your arms wrapping on it, watching the boy in defeat.

mark didn’t bother turning back to watch the girl who spoke like her entire world was a lie, it wasn’t his responsibility what she feels. What was his responsibility was to not get caught and to stay away from the spotlight. He failed both those things, clearly.

“i mean..you’re a werewolf I seen it with my own eyes. How..I thought it was all myths.” You slowly starts. mark stops playing with the belt edge, where his head subconsciously looks at your pale face. she looks terrified, tired and hell of a mess. mark purse lips in a thin line.

“i’m not a scientist who can explain how. but i’ll have you know that i don’t attack humans. i’m just trying to live a low life, somewhere peaceful and quiet.” you hears the boy say. the way he spoke about it much calmer and not in a hostile defensive way, meant that he was being truthful. you slowly stand up, approaching the bed that mark was laying on forcefully.

he watches her like a prey wondering what she’s about to do. you whisper. “you won’t kill me if i let you go and forget his ever happened right?”

“i wasn’t going to kill you anyways.” mark replies as he felt your trembling cold hands undo the belt on the wrists. He was quick to retract them back, but with your body weight.

mark has you on the bed pinned above him. He is hovering over you with great strength, looking you dead in the eyes with the brown amber iris that were once a bright glowing yellow. you gulp itching to get out, your legs squirming till he squeeze your smaller hands in his palm.

“you said you wouldn’t kill me.” you exclaim.

“that’s right but i never said anything about hurting you. especially with my right eye.” he hawks as you were brought to look at the black bruise on the eyelid, you glare completely defending your actions.

“you deserved that. you chased me in the woods.”

mark said nothing, letting go off the wrists and then pulling himself off the girl’s fragile body. he rubs the back of his head noticing that he was given underwear, that was nice thoughtful thinking at least. your body sits up about to stand up, but the man’s voice stuns you still.

“I hurt your leg accidentally.” He admits turning around to face her leg. He walks crouching down lifting it up to roll her jeans, he saw her careless badly wrapped bandage that could barely stay on the wound. he bites his inner cheek. She carefully tread.

watching him continually wondering what he was about to do. but the moment he demands first aid kit she caught on the idea he was going for. Y/n was more than pleasant enough to give him the power to the first aid in the room. The boy re-did everything even better, better than the ones you committed to do.

As the white bandages wrap on the scratch open wound, thankfully it never got far too deep into the skin just a little on the edge. you wince when he tightens the last bit of bandages with a tie.

Mark looks up murmuring. “Sorry for hurting you. I’m not in control when i transform.”

“It’s okay at least you helped me out.” you softly gaze at him. “What’s your name?”

“Mark Lee. How about you?” to be honest it was clear you guys hardly listened to the register when the teachers called your names out. The boy was just as curious as you were.

“Y/n.”

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It felt surreal that you and mark have become so close over the course of just three weeks. You kept his secret and even lend him a home at your place. You both go to school together and leave together.

Mark has opened up to you about lots of things and usually, he never does that but with you it felt so comforting and easy to do so; it’s as if he knew you before for a long time.

Like old friends reuniting.

Mark’s from Canada, born and raised. He moved from his home county just few months ago because of his first transformation as a werewolf. He got caught in his wolf form running around scared, so he flew off to South Korea where his parents were born. He had no one.

But he has you now. You made it clear to him that you’ll do anything to help.

Now you’re both walking through the woods, classes have been dismissed and you’re on your way home. chasing each other down the woods pathway, he was quick to catch up with you tackling you to the floor. Your bodies rolling together as one until you both stop, sliding on top of each other. Mark on the ground laying flat as he was met with you on top.

You’re letting out gentle pants as your hands rest well on the sides of his face. Mark with trembling eyes sparkle, meeting beautiful ones that perceiving the world differently from him. He was interested in you, no doubt, a human like you was a gem to people like him. You didn’t spill his secret for whatever reason.

It’s rare finding humans like you nowadays.

“You know you really gotta stop using that wolfy power on me.” you complain softly as you stand up, throwing out your hand. Mark takes it gladly, standing up with a laugh.

“Then.” He pulls you roughly into his chest, where your face firmly looks at him. You felt your breathing hitch on holt as your face was barely inches away. His lips were practically breathing fire on your cold lips. “Stop playing with me, y/n.” He coos letting you go.

You pout watching him leave so casually as he grabs your bag and his bag. He’s start to carry them both as he walks home. You whine following him.

“But it’s fun playing with you!”

On the way home you arrive quickly. The two of you made yourselves back at home considering the fact you two were literally sitting in the lounge watching tv.

One hard thing living with mark was that he eats the entire fridge. Mainly meat. He’s always craving meat and it sometimes amazes you how much he can eat.

Mark sits still munching on the chicken wing as if his life depended on it. You watch openly for far too long, when the boy brings you to reality.

“Yah why are you eyeing me like that? Have you never seen a hungry werewolf before?” he barks and you scoff. “I think I have like three weeks ago at night.”

“That was a mistake.” Mark replies putting down the bone on the plate, licking his fingers.

“I have a question Mark.” You suddenly entice and he hums in response wondering what is was, not turning to look at you as he was busy licking his thumbs, watching the tv.

“Do you only turn on full moons?”

“Yup.”

“Can you speak to dogs when you transform?”

Mark looks at you with the most unserious face. “No. Y/n I can only communicate to other werewolves.”

“Ahhh. Then how about reproduction? Is it the same as wolves?” You blurt out all curious. Today in biology you learned about wolves actually, they mate pretty easily.

You wonder if it’s the same thing with the seasons. Mark suddenly coughs on his saliva hitting his chest with heavy breathes. The boy’s face turns lightly reddish pink and his ears were bright coloured. You blink wondering what was actually wrong?

“I- we reproduce just like humans do. ” He would ask raising an eyebrow. “So you don’t need to turn to fuck somebody, noted.”

You were a curious little thing to mark. The boy simply nods but awkwardly looks away brushing the back of his head, he clears his throat. “Yeah. I haven’t experienced it yet.”

“I heard that first rut is rough for beginners. No self control whatsoever. It doesn’t sound pleasant. It’s even worse when you don’t have a partner to do anything with.”

You felt the way he spoke about werewolf things as if he was alone in it. He was technically alone. Werewolves come in pacts, these creatures, people and community are meant to be together. Meant to do things together, just live together. But you try to make it up to him. You might not be worth twenty werewolves but at least, you can help him through his first’s as a true werewolf.

Holding his hand suddenly you tightly embrace, he turns to you slightly surprised but you flash him a smile.

“I’ll be there for you, so it won’t be that bad.”

Those words were meant to be encouraging for this young werewolf all alone in his world, but little do you know he wasn’t really going to let you be part of everything. he knows the risk. For your safety he would rather put you aside. Your worlds are so different, it could definitely put a strain on it. Y/n wasn’t aware of it sooner that she’s falling hard for the boy and mark was doing just the same.

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“Y/n!”

A young boy runs up to the girl with a string of pants. You look down raising an eyebrow, as your two friends, Jaemin and Jeno surround you.

“Chenle? Hey what’s up.” You comfortingly speaking.the Chinese boy waves with a short sided smile. “Hey, Mark wants me to pass a message that he left to go home. He wasn’t feeling well.”

“Honestly he looked slightly ill. He had a fever and he even seemed agitated.” Chenle trails half worried and you widen your eyes. What was happening to mark? What made him run so much.

Jaemin hums a bit facing y/n. “What’s your relationship with him?”

You scrunch up facing the boy questioning you, like he was a detective. “None of your business jaem.”

Jeno let’s out a silent ‘ooo’ teasingly before nudging your arm. You scorn out with a sudden shove as you grab your phone to call mark, walking away midway dialling. Three boys watch you leave without an answer from you, extremely suspicious that you’d walk out on them. I mean you don’t have many friends. Who are you worried about so much you’d leave your three only friends?

“Yah she seriously walked out on us three…”

The three boys murmur in unison, actual disbelief showing through their eyes,

So when you ran to go home the moment Mark’s number came into multiple voice mails, you didn’t look back or regret it. The boy was important to you. You were worried he was sick, perhaps dying too. You know he’s different but it doesn’t scare you, not anymore at least.

Mark’s a genuine guy who hides a lot from the word and people afraid he’s going to be judged or hurting people around him. You weren’t weak though. He might view you like a mortal, but you’re not weak.

The moment you’ve entered the house his room was shut on the lock. You knock constantly, shouting for Mark to open up. With few pants remaining in your breath.

“Mark you okay? Are you ill?”

…

“Please speak to me. What’s going on? Chenle said you’re ill.”

…

Another silent reply. You purse your lips into a thin line as you lean closer to the door, banging on it. But then when your right ear took a whiff of a soft growl emerging in the background of the room, your eyes widen. Pressing your entire ear on the door you could hear faint noises. Groans growing louder, animal-like growls and sometimes you would hear Mark cussing. You pull away hitting on the door again.

“Mark you don’t sound so good, please speak to me at least.” You demanded on your tip toes. This time you would hear creeks on the floor put on action as the door half jar opens. Seemingly Mark didn’t want to open it fully but he was caught by surprise when you kick the door open jumping in a hug to pull the boy in this warm loving embrace. He stumbles on the floor, aching at your heavy loving.

“Easy there.” Mark murmurs lowly as you sigh of relief. Your foreheads touch momentarily but when it did, he burned your skin, leaving a red mark. You flinch away in disbelief.

“Oh my god you’re burning up.” You exclaim and he lets go off you, pushing you off. Y/n blinks how much mark has separated himself from her, as he stands up. The entire body language was off putting, he was more socially distant, he seems distressed and aggravated, as if he was a dog going rabid. Mark wasn’t sure what this was, until he felt your presence. He curses himself for being this way.

You come forward to feel his forehead again but Mark immediately rejects your touch by pulling on your wrist, he squeezes it like a warning sent to you. The same look from the first day you met, he was flashing it right down at you. Looks that Kill.

Something was very much different about him, about his entire character. This wasn’t like him, perhaps this was a full moon transformation..

You thickly gulp, but you didn’t dare look away, you held the eye contact.

“Mark are you transforming tonight?” You trail softly. The boy lets go off your hand shaking his head, he sits on his bed, running fingers in through the black hair.

“No…”

You softly interrogate again, hoping to find the answer. “Then you’re definitely ill Mark, we need to get you to a hospital. Quick.”

He scowls at your human thinking immediately saying how dangerous this was. Doctors can easily find that his body is reacting different than the human body would. These type of people working in science and hospitals have been danger to him from the start, they could very much take his dna and run tests. Mark can’t risk being found out.

The man spat, showing hint of annoyance . “No that’s a suicide mission. I’m fine y/n.”

“You’re not fine. Just tell me what’s going on!” You exclaim with frustration, but the moment he told you your body froze .

“I’m going through my first rut. Now get out this could end badly .” Mark demands watching you up and down. “It’s already embarrassing for myself to be telling you this. I’d appreciate it if you just…leave for your safety.”’

The situation got worse, maybe in Mark’s head everything went downhill the minute he’s told you what actually was wrong. Because now you’re submitting yourself to a werewolf undergoing their first rut.

You see werewolves are social animals. They have to stick together with their own kind but it’s hard to do that when Mark is alone, technically he’s a lone wolf and it could severally damage and kill him mentally. Though he had you and he’s never felt the need to look for a pact or to feel lonely. You’re his driving force, his pack, the one he relies on more than family. You are his new family. In other words being apart really distressed him when he realised his body is undergoing the first rut. This was probably one of the things you really can’t help him out on.

Or at least that is what he thinks. You were full on tugging your body closing the door shut. Mark thought you would have left but instead you locked it in with you and him, in the room.

“Y/n I told you to leave.” Mark shouts.

“Mark you’re in pain I can’t leave you.” You tell in agony, walking to mark as you go on your knees watching him.

“You can’t help. Please go.” Mark looks away from you. You’re practically insane for even considering you could.

You shake your head. “Mark look at me I can help you. I’m not doing this out of pity. I’m doing this because i care for you.” Your hands reach the ends of his face bringing it around to look at you. The way your hands felt like a safe place for him to let go off every worry was like magic to him. He softly looks at you, as he runs his thumbs on your soft lips and at the end of your chin, lifting your face up. You were totally at his mercy, at his power. You’re on the floor submitting and something feral really went inside him, because the next minute he was dragging you on the bed pinned roughly on top of you, gazing in your eyes with the most killing look of a predator. The littlest movement makes your heart beat, he could hear you from miles away with that kind of heart aching at the danger he poses to you. But he didn’t sense fear from you mentally .

“You say you’re doing this because you care for me. Is there really nothing else to it?” Mark raises a question that’s truly been bothering him for a while. “In what way do you care for me exactly. Is it family? Friends? Or maybe something more...”

You watch him carefully as he runs his hands down your small waist, embracing the curvy figure you portray out there just for him to feel all night long. The way his fingernail traces itself to the hips and then stopping at your inner thighs where he squeezes tight leaving red marking on your skin. You flinch at the sharp pain with his nails dug in your skin, soft whimpers coming out of you, to him that felt like heaven hearing it through one ear the another.

“I want to be there for you. I hate seeing you go through this alone. Is it so wrong for me to give myself up to you?”

You shriek when he came closer hearing a very specific line that made him harder to control himself. Give myself up to you. Those words were exactly what he was looking for subconsciously. Just like any werewolf, they love to intend on power through their loved ones.

You knew you’ve done something to Mark, as if you have this big large chain leashing him to you because he grips on you tighter without any thoughts of letting you leave anymore. He gave you a warning, he gave you an option to leave. But it’s no longer there. He grunts.

“You’re making this hard for me sweetheart we’re you always this troublesome?” Mark growls watching you. You hum softly gazing down at his lips and eyes. “You do realise what you’re setting yourself in for, right?”

Mark spoke catching you off guard as you were already falling to his temptations like a mortal without any dignity. You strongly nod.

“I’m all yours Mark.”

God don’t say those words, it’ll be so hard to stop myself. Mark thought. He cursed you in his head wondering why you’re so compliant with this, you must be insane to be thinking of ever sleeping with him. Hell he could even kill you he doesn’t know. It’s just as risky as death, this was practically death to you. He doesn’t know how much control he’s going to have over himself to make sure you won’t hurt.

“Y/n…I don’t think this is..-“

You pull mark forward with a kiss on his lips, enough to let him know you’re fine with anything he’s willing to do and give you. If this is what helps him through the first rut she’s more than willing to. Perhaps your personal feelings got into the way, because you did end up having feelings for him, and you hate yourself for falling in love so quickly with the boy. But how can you not fall in love with him? Mark’s been an amazing company, a friend you could relate to, not only was he different, you really didn’t want him to live a bad life. He’s never hurt a fly. Mark survives on woodland animals or your freaking fridge.

He’s possibly one of God’s most Saint humans he’s ever created on this earth.

The next minute his lips were biting down on yours as he focuses on stripping you off the loose fabric. The man above you did as he pleases, exposing your bare skin to his eyes, you’ve blessed him the minute he was eyeing you down, he felt his mouth drooling just by looking at how flustered you already were from just a simple kiss.

You were rubbing on your legs together, becoming sensitive from just small areas like your neck. Mark husky voice paints your skin with goosebumps, as he speaks sweet nothings on them. Admiring the chain of reaction he has over your gracious body.

“you’re practically soaking down there, all from a kiss.” Mark announces with his deadly voice, slicking the fingers at your folds. You flinch upwards with a gentle moan, holding your palm on your mouth. He smirks, glancing up at you.

“I want to hear you y/n. Who do you belong to?”

You weren’t sure what’s gotten over you but you did not hesitate to announce that you were his only. To tell a boy you met in the woods late at night when he was trying to hunt you down like you’re his dinner, now this might be metaphorically just like that, he was burning for you, begging for some kind of release and physical touch. The hormones weren’t making it easier. Mark wasn’t thinking straight enough, you made him go absolute feral just by your consent and kissing alone. You grip the hem of his grey setback hoodie, looking him in the eyes.

“I belong to you, only you.”

Those words meant so little to other people in the society but to you and mark it changed the entire relationship dynamic. You see werewolves don’t mate for life but even though they take their picking partners seriously, if anything Mark would pick you over anyone. You’ve kept his secret. You’ve took him in your house. You came running for him just because he was going through his problems, you sacrifice a lot for him. Maybe this time, he should treat you. Make you his, give you the world. Work hard for you.

He wants a life with you he’s came to a conclusion. Mark doesn’t want to see you with anyone else but him.

The next minute you were stripped with a man with a chocolate abs hovering above you. You’d be loud enough to prevent neighbours to be worried for you, you aren’t going to surprised if tomorrow morning you run into them and they’ll be extremely awkward with you; there was no way they did not hear you, Mark was making it impossible to be quiet. Hell, he wasn’t going easy on you, but you loved that. Loving the way he was so animalistic about it, treating you with both love but can’t help to let out those whines and growls at once in your ears slipping them like music notes. The way he fit inside you with enough burning stretching, you became addicted to the pain. He whispers words of well done to you, words of how amazing you feel, that you’re his and no one else’s.

He can’t help but slip up a momentarily descriptive sentence that left you running laps, laps into liking the idea more and more the way Mark was begging for it.

“God Y/n do you want me to fill you up? Scream how much you want to be filled till you’re stuffed. Let others know what you want so badly.”

Mark groans feeling the inside become tighter, you were clenching unconsciously just by hearing the idea in your head, it sounded so good. You whine tugging your fingertips on his bare back, arching your body up as he was hovering you from behind, pounding without a single differ intention from stopping.

“please give it to me mark I’m begging. I need it.” You croak out into your hands. He smirks lazily, lifting you by your hair carefully. His lips start to trace you down like a map, marking you with reddish bruises going purple very quickly . His sharp canine teeth sent shudders down your spine practically.

“Mmm such a good girl for me. Taking whatever I give her. Never complaining.” He praises you, somehow leaning your validated with a warm happy emotion boiling in your abdomen.

Mark would do exactly as you wish. He won’t stop until you’re full as you demanded. Your walls painting white in his bodily fluids as he didn’t dare pull out immediately, Mark let’s you cock warm him for a while as he gathers the strength to drop his lifeles tired body beside you. You did the same rolling flat on your side of the bed.

Though by the end of it. You were both left in your calming presence. Mark pulling you closer as you snuggle in. He was much calmer and he felt happier it was with you. Him losing his first virginity to you. He whispers.

“you know when i asked what you felt for me?” mark softly tells in your ears as he was resting his face in your soft silky hair. inhaling your shampoo scent. you hum a soft yeah.

“I hoped you’d say you wanted to be more than friends.” he smiles to his childish thoughts. you look up with a soft grin,

Loving his round boba eyes watching you as if you meant so much to him, that he was so grateful for you. “I do. I love you.”

“I love you most, y/n.”

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fullofgutsndopamine · 18 days

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See That Space In Your Head (And I Want To Fill It In)

or; the board game au

tw: cursing

look, it isn't the most nerdy thing you've ever done.

And you aren't proud of it-you aren't sure if that helps or not-but moving into a new town, in a new city- a new state, halfway across the country-known for its cold, dark and long winters well-you had to make friend somehow.

And he was so fucking persistent on Facebook too.

The posts neared non stop, always to the top of the group, right above people always posting the new fox sighting and where it was heading.

The first post was innocent enough.

Still need new members for the board to death club! we meet every other wednesday in the heart of the library.

the only comments under were spam and people looking for directions to the library. charlie didn't comment back to either.

The next post was two days later:

board to death meeting wednesay where we finally find out who's the best. come join us. Thornhill Library @ 6pm!

it's the last post that borders on pleading that makes you comment.

board to death. Thornhill Library. Newbies definitely not invited or encouraged.

look, you can sense the sarcasm in it but the way he's been posting nearing every other day for people to join his club but won't elaborate on what it is or anything besides the fucking name is making your chest boil with rage and your fingers take over across your keyboard before you can stop it

maybe, just maybe telling people what the club is would help and make people join? I dunno, just a thought.

you submit it before you can question that it's too sarcastic, too rude, not a way to make friends in this town-you're wrestling with the idea of deleting it before anyone can see it when your phone bings with a facebook notification.

it's him.

hm. thought the name alone would give it away. join us wednesday and see what we do :-)

bastard.

you weren't planning on going.

planned on leaving the conversation there, letting it die but the idea of it was killing you and you found yourself lacing up your shoes and slipping a coat over your shoulders to brave the Chicago cold before you could stop yourself.

the library was on the only busy street, which figures, and parking was a nightmare almost turned around about five times before you reminded yourself you were just stopping by-haven't gotten a library card yet and while you're here you might as well see what this silly club is about

as you park and enter, a death grip on the envelopes in your hands to get the stupid card, you notice how busy it is. And how incredibly loud it is.

The librarian behind the desk doesn't seem bothered by it either, talking at a loud volume with someone else behind the desk.

you lose the confidence you had, sliding the bills into your back pocket and slinking off to what you think would be 'the heart of the library'

it's not hard to find, fortunately

or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it.

a small group of people stand around a table stacked high with board games and who you think would be the lead stands next to it, hands on his hips.

it takes you a second to recognize it's charlie from the facebook post. he’s laughing with the small circle around him, his glasses are crooked on his nose but if it bothers him, he doesn’t make a move to adjust them. he wears a bright green shirt with a periodic table on it that says i have fun periodically and truly, that’s all you needed to know about what was happening.

you almost have to stop yourself from turning around and leaving but the conversation stops you-

"Yeah well Monopoly ends marriages but none of us are married so who fucking cares?"

"It's a figure of speech, you idiot." someone says back, pinching the bridge of their nose.

They're short next to charlie, a mess of blonde hair that's uncombed.

"Look," he finally holds his hands up in surrender, “i’ll-“

his eyes flash to you.

"well," he smirks, "hello there."

Your face is bright red before you can stop it and you try to wipe the look off your face-

"You're part of the facebook group, right?" charlie steps forward, the smirk high on his face, produces "The one who didn't know who we were?"

The blush is replaced by annoyance.

"What kind of name is board to death that meets in a library?"

he shrugs, crosses his arms over his chest:

"I dunno," he says, the smirk never leaving, "Probably a board game club."

you can't help the oh that escapes from your mouth and his friends behind him are laughing and you want to disappear.

"Right." you shrug, "guess i know now-" you turn to leave and he's at your elbow.

"Hey," his voice is high and comforting, is trying to make it quiet so it’s between you two"Stay and play a game. I was just kidding."

and you feel so fucking dumb like it's so obvious now, and you want to disappear-

"Seriously," he says, "Stay. nothing makes me feel better than beating Nick at Life. Really, whatever you're going through, it'll make it better."

you hesitate and before you can turn around, tell him no, he's pulling your elbow: "come on, i promise. and if it sucks, you can leave."

you obey, sitting next to charlie as he sits with this smile on his face, his face now pink like he's embarrassed as he fumbles with his glasses.

"charlie," he offers his hand, "nice to finally meet you."

you hesitate and shake his hand, introducing yourself as well.

"nice to meet the facebook menace himself," you finally ease up, "ready to lose?"

and it's a big statement, especially considering you've never played and you don't know him, but he leans back into the seat, his shoulder brushing yours as he smirks:

"Bring it on."

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bearr02 · 1 year

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Safe and Sound |Chapter One|

Pairing: Hybrid!Ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: None :)

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only seen as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 1.8k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

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Beep beep, beep beep! Beep beep, beep beep! You groan as you reach over to turn off your alarm, stretching your limbs with a sigh before laying on your bed for a moment. A smile slowly makes its way onto your face as a thought comes into your mind. ‘A new hybrid is arriving today.’ With the thought in mind you spring up and move toward your closet, excited to meet the new resident.

You’re out of your apartment to make it to the facility with about half an hour before they’re set to arrive when you get there. You don’t know their gender yet, but what you do know is they’re a wolf hybrid.

The drive to the facility takes about 25 or so minutes, and once you’ve arrived you enter and head toward the room that will soon be occupied. You were given the task of readying the room and making sure it was livable, you were given a few things they like so you made sure to include them.

You’d been focused on getting the room ready that you were startled when you heard a knock on the door. You walk to the door, opening it to see one of your co-workers, Yujin. “The wolf hybrid just got here, he’s out in the lobby. Mr. Dubose wanted you to give him a tour since you’re better with hybrids than most.” He smiled at you, making you return the smile. “His name is Kim Seokjin, by the way.” He says before walking away, you yelled a ‘thank you!’ Before he got too far. You scan over the room one last time before exiting and shutting it behind you.

You make your way to the sitting area, seeing a nervous man playing with his finger with a stern looking guard standing beside him when you enter. “Mr. Kim?” You ask making the man look up from his hands. You offer him a smile making him smile back. ‘He seems nervous..’ you think to yourself as he stands up. “My name is Choi Y/n. I’ll be taking you to your room.” You say as you gesture down the hallway. “Hi..” he says meekly before following you down the hallway.

“If you ever need anything please let one of us know, we want to make sure you’re comfortable here.” You say as you arrive at his room, opening it and stepping back so he can enter. His eyes go wide at the size of the room, walking in and looking around at everything in it. “May I come in?” You ask making him turn around and look at you, nodding quickly. You enter, keeping your distance to not make him uncomfortable.

“I like it.” He says quietly making you smile. “Thank you, I was given a list of a few things you liked so I tried to incorporate them in your room.” You say making him look at you, eyes wide in curiosity. “You designed it?” He asked making you nod, smile widening. He smiles as he continues looking around. “I really like it.” He says again making you laugh softly. “I’m glad.” You say, watching as he walks to his bed, sitting on it as his eyes go wide before he falls onto his back.

“Are there any questions you have for me? About the center or to get to know me better?” You ask making him sit up. “How old are you?” He asks tentatively, scanning over your figure. “23.” You say making his eyes widen. “I thought you’d be younger, you look like you’re maybe 19.” He says making you smile and laugh softly. “Thank you, how old are you if you don’t mind me asking? I didn’t get much information.” You say making him smile, “I’m 30.” He says making your eyes widen. “I thought you’d be at least 24, maybe 25.” You say making him smile sheepishly. “Thanks.” He says as you look him over, ‘he does not seem 30’ you think to yourself.

“How long have you done this for? Your job?” He asks, no longer seeming nervous. “Hmm…about 5 years? Full time at least, I’ve helped out here since I was 14.” You say, taking him by surprise. “Any other questions? If not I’ll show you around. We ha-” your sentence was cut short because of Yujin.

“Y/n? We really need you. There’s a hybrid out back and he’s injured, we don’t know how bad yet.” He says making you spring up, worry etched on your features as you leave behind Seokjin and rush after Yujin to the hybrid.

You stop just before the door, opening it slowly to make sure you don’t spook the man. You see him huddled in the corner of the yard, a few others trying to coax him, yet he only watches with teary eyes as they race over everyone, making sure no one gets too close to him. You shut the door softly behind you, Yujin staying inside as you slowly make your way as close to him as he’ll let you.

“Hi..my name’s Y/n.” You say, his attention moving to you as he carefully studies your every move. Only his eyes are visible, knees pulled to his chest and arms laid on top of his knees covering his mouth and nose. You’re crouched down a bit away, making sure you don’t spook him too much. You look over his figure, seeing a deep gash on his side as well as a few cuts and bruises on his arms and face.

He slowly lifts his face from his arms, looking at you closely. “Could I take you inside? Your wounds look bad.” You say, yet the man curls in on himself more. “Too many people?” You ask making him nod. You turn around, gesturing for everyone to go back inside. There were only 5 people—including you—out here, yet it doesn’t surprise you in was too much for a hybrid in his condition.

Once everyone else is gone, you turn back to the man to see he’s uncurled from himself a bit more. “Can I take you inside now? If you don’t like it here you could leave, but it’d only be after your wounds heal.” You say, watching as the man slowly brings his arms down, letting his legs slip to the floor as well, wincing a bit after.

You slowly approached him, yet he didn’t make any move to run away.

When you’re in front of him, you look over his figure, seeing a few scratches where his clothes are torn in some spots. “Could I take you inside now?” You ask, holding out your hand, watching as he reluctantly reaches out and takes it making you smile. “Can I ask what your name is?” You ask softly making him look up at you, glossy eyes roaming over your features now that you’re closer. “J-Jimin.” He stutters, slowly standing up with you. You got up before him, helping him stand, being wary of his side.

Once he’s fully standing up, you guide him back to the building, still being mindful of his wound. You make it back to the building quickly, opening the door with your keycard using your free hand, Jimin’s hand in the other which he clutches tightly. He isn’t sure why he trusted you so easily, usually he’s weary of people, yet you somehow make him feel safe.

You lead him through the building, taking him toward a room you know is vacant and won’t be taken anytime soon so he could stay there. You unlock the door, pushing it open and letting him go in first. He examines the area, while he’s looking around at the spacious area you step in, leading him to the bed to sit. You grab your walkie-talkie and ask if someone could bring you supplies to clean him up.

He watches you as your brows knit together as you explain how injured he is after asked to know what supplies is needed. If he didn’t know better he’d say you’re concerned for him.

You look up at him making him quickly look away, missing the small smile that you bare. “How old are you?” You ask making him look at you again, you can see how he is reluctant to tell, and just as your about to tell him it’s fine, he speaks. “27.” He says making you nod, “what’s your animal? I’m sorry but I need to know just incase.” You say, smiling apologetically after he looks at you cautiously. “Red panda.” He replies making you nod.

You’re about to speak again before a knock at the door interrupts you. You get up and walk to the door, opening it and grabbing the medical kit from the girl. You thank her before closing the door, walking back to Jimin.

You move his arm from the wound on his side, noticing it looks fresh. “When did you get this?” You ask, looking up at him to see fear in his eyes before he looks away. “H-hybrid control..I t-think a few hours ago?” He says, not noticing the anger in your eyes. “I swear those assholes can’t comprehend hybrids are humans too.” You mumble under your breath making Jimin smile, you’re different to him. Usually people don’t care if a hybrid is taken by hc, yet you seem different.

He’s taken out of his thoughts by a stinging sensation in his side, making him yelp and jump back on the bed. “I’m so sorry but it needs to be cleaned.” You say apologetically, waiting until he scoots back to you, knowing he’s ready to go through it. You gently dab the cotton ball on his wound, exchanging the blood soaked one with a fresh one within a few seconds.

It takes a while to clean his side plus stop the blood long enough to bandage it, but once you do, you quickly bandage it and check with jimin to make sure it isn’t too tight. “No it’s good, it doesn’t hurt.” He reassures when you double check. You nod, checking over his face and arms, not wanting to check his chest or back quite yet incase he isn’t comfortable.

“I’m going to send in our doctor, I need to check in with a hybrid I was introducing here earlier. Alright? If you need anything please tell someone. If you’re only comfortable with me I can tell everyone if you talk to them to let me know.” You say making him nod. “Can I just have you? I don’t really trust anyone else.” He says, playing with his fingers as you smile. “Yeah of course. But you will have to be looked at by our doctor, I can probably spare a bit to be in here with you if that makes you feel better?” You offer making him nod reluctantly. You smile and grab your walkie-talkie, radioing the doctor.

Next - Masterlist

A/n: I’m sorry about any awkward parts, this is my first time posting instead of keeping it to myself so I haven’t gotten feedback before 😅. Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

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thewritetofreespeech · 1 year

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pt 2 of falling into their s/os boobs w byakuya, gin and rukia ? shuhei in the first part LMAO

Byakuya

His dedication to his work is his downfall

With Renji off on a mission, he must rely on another officer to assist with the paperwork. Their buxom figure a trait lost on him as long as they work hard

Diligent, Byakuya rushes through the paperwork as they had it to him. And when he turned to receive another pile his face landed squarely in their cleavage

He is mortified. But with his typical Kuchiki cool he scoffs once with an, “apologies.”

The captain then chooses to handle all his own paperwork on his own until Renji comes back, and has a much better reason than his standard aloofness to stay in his office all day until then

Gin

If you don’t think that sly fox planned this, then you’re about as dumb as he thinks you are

Cleverly disgusted (as always) as one of his innocent gestures, Gin would try to pass you in a hall and suddenly trip on his captain’s robes before you

Falling over with a ‘oh no…’ he would have no choice but to use the ballistic safety of your bosom

Using their bounty to cushion his fall as, as a captain, he couldn’t have his face or haori marked by such a clumsy fall

He would of course play it off like a happy accident. One that is somehow your fault, which he quickly forgives

Rukia

Being a petite woman all her life, Rukia has been a little envious of other ladies with large breasts

She always plays it off as they are ridiculous, and her slender frame is a much better form for her Shinigami duties and fighting. But she is still jealous

After a particularly long day of work together, she and some of the others go out to drink. Her well-endowed friend glomped her in a big, drunken hug after one too many

Trapped between her breasts and strong arms, Rukia can only flounder red faced as she tried to get away

Maybe large breasts had their own fighting advantages after all

(part i)

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ghostlynachopanda · 1 year

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The Talk

a/n: I hate school, all my classes have me up a wall. sleep-deprived and overworked. Tengoku is from Japanese folklore btw. I can't name shit to save my life. anyway, here's the next part pals

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 2.6k

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There's still a couple of hours till curfew, making the deafening silence in Ophelia Hall odd. Wednesday's grip on your sleeve turned into a tight grip on your wrist. Her fury was almost palpable, making it impossible to not run away. You don't have a clue what will happen, or how it will end and that makes you anxious. The walk to her dorm feels too short but too long.

When she finally reaches the door she shoves it open, startling Enid and Thing. Neither of them turn around, thinking the conversation didn't end the way she wanted. "Wednesday, you can’t just throw the door open like that. You'll yank it off its hinges one day, really." Enid scolds lightly. Wednesday chose to ignore her, instead focusing back on you. "Sit down."

Enid and Thing turn around then, seeing you cowering behind Wednesday and having your wrist held in a tight grip gave them the impression you were in trouble. Looking much like a mother reprimanding her toddler after they did something bad in the store. It would have been an amusing sight for the two of them if you didn’t look close to tears. Enid springs into action, rushing over to you and pushing Wednesday out of the way, "Are you okay?! What happened? Wednesday what did you do!?"

"This is simply the consequence of her own actions, she's fine. Now, get out and take Thing with you." Wednesday answers for you. Enid looks to you, hoping you will answer for yourself. But you don't say anything, keeping your gaze on the floor. Enid deflates a little, she thought you two have reached the point where you felt you could talk to her. Enid thought of you as a friend, maybe that's where this wave of protectiveness came from. "Don't forget Wednesday, this kitty's got claws and I'm not afraid to use them." Enid looks at you one more time before sighing and going to grab a couple of items and Thing.

You can feel Enid's eyes glance over you occasionally, probably trying to extend time in the room. You can practically hear her thoughts from where you're standing, hear the gears working in her head trying to figure out what is going on. You glance up, catching her eyes. You don’t say anything, not wanting to. Giving her a small smile, hoping it will get the message across. Immediately noticing that it’s not enough, you form a fox with your hands.

"This is Tengoku, please don't freak out. I promise he's not going to hurt you. He'll accompany you wherever you decide to go, and he'll alert you if I get harmed in any way, okay?" with that a fox forms from your shadow. It's completely white with the star of David on its forehead and red lines on its cheeks, and its eyes slightly glow yellow. Tengoku stays standing, attention completely on you. He's a head and a half taller than you, taking up abundant space in the room, intimidating Enid and Thing.

"May I touch him?" Wednesday speaks first, not afraid. Erebus was nice, there's no reason this one would be any different.

"Of course," you respond while examining Enid and Thing's reaction. Watching as Enid slowly backs away and Thing hides under Enid's pile of blankets.

"You said his name was Tengoku, does he have the powers of a Tengoku?" Wednesday asks while inspecting the mark on his forehead. His fur is remarkably soft, not as thick as Erebus' but just as soft.

"Yeah, but there's only one, and uh - it's him," you said, surprising Wednesday. How had you managed to get the Tengoku under your control? Just how powerful are you? Enid pipes up next, "Okay, what the heck is going on right now?!"

Walking over to where Enid is and slowly guiding her to Tengoku and Wednesday. You look at Enid and see her wide fearful eyes and ask, "Enid, do you trust me?"

She takes a breath, "Yes" it's a whisper. She's probably still scared of the giant fox that seemingly came out of nowhere. Taking her hand and lightly pushed it towards his forehead, feeling it tremble. Seeing Tengoku lower his head to accommodate the height difference, when her hand finally reaches his head you can virtually see a switch flip. Enid is no longer scared, petting his head, scratching behind his ears, and cooing at him.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Wednesday start getting impatient. Her attention is still on Tengoku, but her demeanor is slowly changing. "Enid, why don't you take Tengoku and Thing with you? It's been a while since Tengoku could stretch his legs."

Enid squeals excitedly, rushing to get dressed in warm clothes and grab Thing. She pauses, "How exactly will we get him out of here without being noticed?"

"Oh, don't worry about him. He can shrink so you can carry him out of here," you explained as he shrunk to the size of a normal house cat and jumped into Enid's arms, and snuggled up. Enid squeals some more before grabbing Thing and rushing out the door, saying, "See you guys later!" with the click of the door your alone with Wednesday.

There’s an odd tension that fills the room. The feeling of unease settles on your chest, the air feeling thick but electric. Keeping your eyes on the door silently wishing Enid would come back. You feel Wednesday's eyes on you, scrutinizing you. Again, you don’t know how to approach this. Obviously, you need to start by turning around, but her demeanor is cutthroat right now. It's frightening to have it completely directed at you.

"Sit down. We have a conversation to finish." Wednesday said, breaking the silence.

You didn't look at her, simply taking a seat on the floor a couple feet away from her desk chair. Pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them, an act to close yourself off from whatever Wednesday was making you feel. If you really needed to, you could make a run for it. The shadow of her desk was only inches away. You’re not sure if you’re ready to face the consequences of running away and actually getting away from her.

"If you're thinking of trying to run away mid-conversation there will be a lot bigger issues than just this conversation. I'm not above breaking your legs or chaining you down to make sure you don't escape."

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," you muttered, looking up at her. Watching her breath hitch makes something settle in your stomach. Whatever Wednesday is making you feel is heavy and foreign. You're not sure how to feel about it. She recovers quicker than you can,

"Why are you acting like this?" that question confuses you. Is this not how everyone else would react in a situation like this? Wednesday can see the confusion on your face, it's quite comical how you're emotions are so obvious. A small smile fighting to break its way onto her face. Walking to the chair and slightly shaking her head to clear her thoughts. You break the silence as she sits down, "Wednesday, what do you want from me?"

She pauses, not having an answer. Truthfully, she doesn't know what she wants. Were you asking for specifics? Are you asking this to find time to figure out your thoughts? Are you genuinely curious as to what she wants from you? Would you be bothered if she told you she has no idea? Would it be weird if she just wants you? If she told you that she wants you, in whatever way you'll give yourself to her, how would you react? She has a feeling you would run away, that's the last thing she wants.

Wednesday is torn from her thoughts when she hears you stand, quickly focusing back on you. "If you're not going to answer then I'm taking that as 'nothing'. I'll be leaving then." your voice was loud in the silent room. Wednesday started to panic. You can't leave yet. This is not how this is supposed to end, not how she wants it to end.

By the time Wednesday comes to her senses, you're already halfway to the door. She doesn't register what's happening until she feels your wrist in her hands. Her speed surprised you, you never knew she could move that fast. Wednesday's words get caught in her throat, she knows her face isn't displaying the pure desperation she feels. She hopes her actions are enough to get you to stay. They're not.

"I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me, Wednesday." you’re not looking at her. She wants you to look at her, wants to see your eyes. She can't tell what you're feeling if you don't look at her, especially since your voice was even. She can feel your wrist try to wiggle its way out of her grasp, and she tightens her grip in response. "Wednesday, you need to figure out what you want-"

"Right now I want you to talk to me, I want you to stay here." her voice wavered slightly, making you screw your eyes shut and your breath stagger. "I'll answer that question after we finish this conversation. You'll have to wait till then," she said evenly this time, regaining her composure. Her grip unconsciously tightened when you turned to meet her gaze, she didn't like the look you wore. Your face was neutral but your eyes looked tired. She knew that kind of tired. She's seen it on some of her classmates, it's the kind of tired that sleep can't fix. Is the same thing happening to you?

You nod, tenderly taking your hand away from hers. Waiting for her to tell you what to do, not exactly knowing how she wants to proceed. She takes your hand and guides you to her desk chair. You can see her hesitate to take her hand from yours, afraid you'll run away again. Sitting down and giving both of you a moment to gather your thoughts before moving forward. Wednesday clears her throat before breaking the quiet atmosphere.

"Warmth. Explain it to me." you take a breath to answer, but before you could get a sound out she says, "Not the dictionary definition, your definition."

"People give off warmth, as living things and certain things do. To me, it's dissimilar. Sure, they give off physical warmth but to me, everyone gives off a different kind of warmth or none at all. Some people are cold, some people give off gentle warmth, and very few people give off a warmth that almost hurts to be around." you softly explained, feeling rather exposed. Your eyes are trained on the floor.

"Where do I stand on that scale?" why did she have to ask that question. You could tell the truth, but you don’t know how she would react.

"It hurts to be around you," you whispered, voice slightly breaking. Wednesday was taken aback by how satisfied she was with that answer. You were making her soft, so much so that others were noticing. It was nice to know you were suffering the consequences - but it wasn't just that. That answer makes something crawl in her stomach and something bloom in her chest. It was a strange feeling, one she wasn't familiar with. She decided it was acceptable as long as it was you.

"Where do you stand on the scale?" her voice is demanding, the answer is simple though.

"Cold." that surprises her too. Going by your scale, she would rate you the same you did her. She doesn't understand, but making assumptions isn’t the best idea right now.

"Explain"

"I'm just an empty person. I have no warmth, I have nothing to offer to others." your voice is weak, pitiful. Wednesday finds still finds it beautiful. She is still desperate to change your mind, but you seem so deep into whatever hole this is. She's unsure if she can change your mind with this one conversation, no matter how many times she'll disagree with you. It angers her.

"You must be stupid to think you have no warmth, have nothing to offer. I've never heard something so unintelligent, you must be brainless. Say anything like that again and I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to Erebus." that causes your head to snap up, looking at her surprised. Her eyes show fury, hands clenched into tight fists, body slightly shaking. Was that supposed to be a backhanded compliment, a threat, or degradation?

"uh, Erebus actually doesn’t-" she cuts you off, "I'm unbelievably close to grabbing one of my knives and forcing you to shut up." That makes you snap your mouth shut. Scared Wednesday will follow through with her threat. She asks, "If you're so cold why does it hurt to be around me?"

"Wednesday, can we not-" she cuts you off again.

"Answer." you knew better than to test her.

"I'm worried about how I'll affect you. That’s why it hurts." That made no sense. Why are you so concerned about how you'll affect others? Just how idiotic could you get.

"Why are you concerned about me?" Wednesday isn’t sure what she's expecting. There are lots of possible answers to this question.

"I don’t want my lack of warmth to hurt you. I'm worried I'll take all your warmth and you'll be left with nothing. Hurting others hurts me too." it’s said so softly she almost didn't hear you. The explanation isn't exactly what she wanted, it's close though.

"And this is why you don't speak to anybody?"

"yes, I don’t want to hurt anybody" your voice seems to get weaker. If Wednesday wasn't straining her ears she might not have heard it.

"Use me then, I'll provide you the warmth you want." you stand suddenly, chair scraping against the wood. You look furious. It's the most evident emotion she's seen on you. It excites her to know she elicited such a reaction from you.

"Why would you suggest such a thing?!" you're voice is raised, almost to the point of yelling. "Don't ever say anything like that again, you sound psychotic Wednesday."

"You're right, the idea of anyone using me is out of the question. I do enjoy your presence though, I would also like to meet all of your animals. Stay with me, you'll get the warmth you want and I'll get what I want. There are no downsides." you look vexed. Is this not what you wanted? You want warmth, is this not you asking for permission? She is giving you a solution, a good one at that.

You laugh humorlessly, Wednesday really can't understand emotions. You ask, "And you're sure I won't end up hurting you?"

"I can protect myself. You won't need to worry about that," she said monotonously. Wednesday is content, she feels she got the point across. Silence fills the room. A couple minutes passed before you spoke.

"I don’t believe you," you said, walking over to the door. Wednesday is shocked, frozen in place, this is not how this was supposed to go. It's like a bucket of ice water was dumped on her, reality hitting her hard. You pause when you get to the door, not turning around to look at her. You don’t hear anything besides the beating of your own heart, you've never felt so cold in Wednesday's presence before.

"I'm really sorry, Wednesday."

And you're gone, just like that, leaving her alone in her dorm. This was not how it was supposed to go.

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Trapped In This Machine

So I'm reposting all the fics that I nuked when I left Tumblr the first time. We'll start with this one, in celebration of the return of one of my favorite Sonic the Hedgehog content creators - the amazing @e-vay, whose art HERE inspired the story. Enjoy!

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I should've realized from the beginning that something was wrong. How could I have been so blind as to not realize that something was suspiciously out of the ordinary with him? Maybe it was the extra attention he was giving me, the sudden...willingness to give affection that caused me to maybe...I dunno, not care that he was acting out of the ordinary.

He'd become everything that I wanted him to be, he was caring, affectionate, even - dare I say - loving, and all out of nowhere too. I really should've questioned it more, I should've listened to the warnings all my friends kept giving me...if I had...then maybe we wouldn't all be fighting for our very lives right now.

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"So, Amy, how's about a trip to Twinkle Park? I think they renewed that cute couples get in free promotion," Sonic leaned down a bit to grin at the pink hedgehog walking next to him. "And I can't think of any couple that would qualify more than you and me, whaddya say?"

Amy Rose blushed and giggled bashfully, playfully nudging the blue hedgehog with her shoulder before smiling up at him. To say her dream had come true would've been an understatement. Just a few days ago, she'd been wishing that Sonic would just stop beating around the bush and admit he loved her the same way she loved him...and almost as if he'd read her mind, seconds later he was at her door, offering to get some lunch with her, just the two of them.

Since then, they'd barely spent any time apart, except for sleep and necessary hygiene practices. Amy was on cloud nine, the one thing she'd always wanted had finally been given to her. Sonic the Hedgehog was hers at last, and he'd been giving her all the love she could ever ask for. "Well if you insist," she giggled again. "We might as well see what's new."

"Hey, I have an idea," he smirked. "Let's invite the gang to join us, we'll make it a group date."

At this, Amy's eyes widened and she looked up at him in shock. "Sonic, are you sure? I mean, you told me to keep it quiet for a while, I don't want-"

"Chill Ames, no big deal." Sonic shrugged. "I had a little time to think about it, and I figure that if I'm gonna be with you, I might as well let everyone know. What better way than for us to make it official at Twinkle Park?"

"Oh Sonic!" Amy lunged forward and embraced the speedy hedgehog, and held in a squeal when Sonic reciprocated the gesture. "Thank you, thank you so much!" she pulled back and ran off, waving goodbye as she looked over her shoulder. "I'm gonna go tell everyone to meet us at Twinkle Park, I'll see you later Sonikku!"

"Seeya Ames! I can't wait for tonight!"

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"Have you got anything Tails?"

"I dunno," Tails pushed his computer chair back and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I mean, other than his sudden affection for Amy, he's still been totally Sonic." the fox looked up at his guest. "Have you noticed anything else weird?"

"Can't say that I have," Knuckles the Echidna, Guardian of the Master Emerald and friendly rival to Sonic the Hedgehog, stood in Tails' workshop trying to unravel the mystery of Sonic's sudden emotional turnaround. "Maybe we're just paranoid?"

"It's possible..." Tails sighed and stood up from his chair. "I mean, I always knew that Sonic thought Amy was special in his own way, but for him to go from awkward to a regular Romeo-type all in the span of three days just sends up some red flags in my mind."

Knuckles shrugged. "Maybe he just finally manned up and admitted how he feels, like you need to do with Cream."

"Don't change the subject." Tails glared at the guardian, although his blush took away some of his intensity. "I dunno, I guess we should just keep watching, maybe Sonic really has changed." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Tails went over and opened it, revealing an absolutely giddy pink hedgehog. "Oh, hi Amy."

"Are you ready for what I have to tell you?" Then her peripheral vision registered a splotch of red, and she turned to get a better view. "Knuckles is here too! Perfect! That means one less trip I have to take!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the group trip we're taking to Twinkle Park tonight!"

Tails raised an eyebrow. "We are?"

"That's right!" Amy moved past Tails and did a little pirouette in the middle of the workshop. "I talked with Sonic and we agreed that we should get the whole gang together to have some fun, y'know, as friends!"

"This seems pretty sudden Amy, why now and not before?" Tails said as he scratched his chin in suspicion.

"Well duh," Amy replied with her hands on her hips. "Sonic wanted to wait for the cute couples get in free promotion to get started again! After all, why pay for tickets when we can just walk in hand-in-hand and have a fantastic time for free?! That's called sound economics."

"It sounds like bull-"

"Knuckles!" Tails quickly cut off the guardian before he could finish his thought, then he directed his attention back to Amy, who seemed none too impressed with their reactions if her expression was anything to go by. "Amy, don't you think that something's a little...off...with Sonic?"

"No, why would I?"

"Because he's suddenly all over you and can't stop staring at you when before he actively ran away from you." Knuckles blunt statement was responded to with an angry glare from the pink hedgehog. "You can glare all you want, you can't tell me you aren't even curious as to why Sonic's pretty much started letting his hormones do all of his thinking for him."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Sonic's finally just realized that he cares for me?" Amy stomped forward with her hammer suddenly in hand, causing the echidna to back away a few steps. "Or am I so ugly that Sonic would have to completely lose his mind to think that I'm anything more than a nuisance?"

"N-No one's calling you ugly or a nuisance Amy!" Tails gulped when she suddenly rounded on him. "All we're saying is that...it does seem a little bit sudden, you can at least admit that much can't you?"

Amy sighed and took a moment to regain her composure. "Ok, I know you wouldn't ask unless you were legitimately worried, I appreciate that Tails," her hammer disappeared. "But there's really nothing wrong with Sonic! I mean, come on, no one knows him better than I do, I'd be able to tell." she gently placed her hand on the fox boy's shoulder. "Now come on, we're all going to Twinkle Park tonight! If you want, I'll even call Vanilla for you so Cream can come with us."

"And what about me?"

Amy turned her head to look at Knuckles, who was crossing his arms with a scowl. "Well, if you wanna find Rouge and ask her to come, all you gotta do is leave the Master Emerald alone for a little longer." she smirked at the low growl the echidna gave. "You know it would work."

"That's what bothers me." Knuckles uncrossed his arms and walked past both Tails and Amy as he headed to the door. "What time are we meeting up?"

The pink hedgehog tapped her chin for a moment in thought. "I think five 'o'clock should give us enough time to go around the park, sound good to you?"

"Wouldn't matter what time you chose, I would've come anyway." Knuckles walked out and grabbed hold of the door before he stopped. "After hearing all this from you, I'm starting to think maybe I was wrong and there really is something wrong with Sonic." With that, the echidna slammed the door shut.

"Do me a favor and don't come!" Amy growled before she looked over at Tails. "And you? Are you still convinced that Sonic is suddenly a huge jerk and this is all some elaborate prank or something?"

Tails slowly shook his head. "I don't know what to think Amy..." he looked up at her. "Honestly, I'd like to believe this is all real and Sonic's finally starting to come around to how he really feels about you, I want you to be happy!"

"Then trust me on this!" she put both hands on his shoulders and looked the fox boy in the eyes. "I'm happier than I've ever been in my whole life, and it's all because of Sonic! I've learned to tell when he's just putting on a show, and this is all real! He really loves me!"

The young genius relinquished a smile. "Ok Amy, if you say so."

"Good." Amy nodded and smiled as well. "So, how's about I make that phone call? There's a cute little rabbit girl who I have a sneaking suspicion is starting to crush on you, and I bet she'd love to hang out with us tonight."

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As soon as the clock struck five, the entire gang got together and met at the entrance of Twinkle Park in Station Square. Amy had indeed convinced Vanilla to allow Cream to join them, and Knuckles had decided to come alone, although he seemed incredibly guarded. "Lighten up Knucklehead, we're here to have fun, and no one likes a grouch when there's a party goin' on."

Knuckles shrugged off the blue hedgehog's hand and growled lowly. "Let's just get in there."

Sonic just shrugged and went over to put his arm around Amy. "Suit yourself pal, hope you brought some money with ya, since ya don't get to take advantage of the cute couples get in free perk." He led the pink hedgehog over to the entrance and stood on the platform, and then he turned his attention to his friends. "Cute couple number two, come on down!"

Both Tails and Cream's cheeks turned pink, but they did walk in together as the platform went up, leaving Knuckles alone by himself until the platform returned. "I'm not a grouch." he grumbled.

Knuckles did have to pay to get in, but eventually they did meet back up and they soon started going around the park and partaking in all that it had to offer. Rollercoasters, thrill rides, a ride (or three) through the Tunnel of Love, and of course the never-ending variety of greasy fair food. Sonic had tried to get Knuckles to take a bite of the funnel cake he'd gotten for himself and Amy, but the echidna just glared at him in response. "Boy Knux, you're really makin' a case for jerk of the year, why'd ya even come if ya didn't wanna be here?"

"I have my reasons."

"Don't even pay any attention to him Sonikku," Amy said all too sweetly. "He's just jealous that he's all alone while we're all here on a double date."

"But Mr. Knuckles," Cream spoke up. "You could have gotten Miss Rouge to come with us right? Then you wouldn't have been so lonely!"

"That's got nothing to do with it!" Knuckles rounded on his younger companions and scowled viciously, his fists clenched in barely contained rage. "The only reason I'm here is to protect you three from getting hurt!"

Sonic scoffed. "Get hurt? From what? Eating too much junk food?"

"How 'bout from you wise guy?" Knuckles got up in the hedgehog's face, and Sonic's cocky grin immediately vanished. "I've been watching you all night, and at first I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but now I know for a fact that you're not yourself, if you're even Sonic at all."

"Oh yeah? And what makes you think I'm not the genuine article?"

"Because there's no way the real Sonic would ever be so openly affectionate, he doesn't have the guts!"

"Knuckles, go home!" Amy leaped up from her seat and gave the guardian a murderous glare. "I'd say I can't believe you would stoop so low, but then I remember it's you! Go back and protect your stupid rock, we do not require your services!" The pink hedgehog tugged on Sonic's arm and started leading him away. "Come on Sonic, let's go on the ferris wheel together, I've lost my appetite."

"Me too Ames."

The couple left in a huff, and Knuckles narrowed his eyes as he stared at the backs of the two retreating figures, and his eyes widened when he saw Sonic smirk at him over his shoulder. "Tails, we need to follow them."

"Knuckles, I-"

"Just do it!"

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Inside one of the ferris wheel gondolas, a blue and pink hedgehog were sitting alone, leaning against each other. The old machine had been empty until their arrival, but the old dog who ran it was more than happy to give the couple some free rides to collect their thoughts. "'T'is a great place to have a heart to heart." he'd said.

And that was what Amy was doing, as she poured out her heart to her new boyfriend. "I can't believe Knuckles would accuse you of faking all this...I mean, is it really so unbelievable? Am I really that terrible of a person that it's impossible to buy that you care for me?"

"Nah Ames, Knux is just paranoid, maybe he's just tryin' to overcompensate for all the times Dr. Robotnik tricked him."

The pink hedgehog raised an eyebrow at that and smirked. "Dr. Robotnik? No crazy quips or references to his looking like a giant walking egg?"

Sonic shrugged. "Why state the obvious?"

"I dunno," Amy also shrugged. "It's just that it's never stopped you before, kinda weird to actually hear his actual name again after all this time."

"Yeah well, that's not important anyway." Sonic turned and took Amy's hands in his. "What's important is us, and I gotta say Ames, these past few days have been the greatest days of my life...it's really too bad that it's gonna be all over soon."

"Well, what makes you say that?" Before Sonic could answer however, Tails appeared out of nowhere and slammed his feet into the back of Sonic's head before scooping Amy into his arms. "Tails, put me down! Have you lost your mind?!"

"Now Knuckles!"

Knuckles got a running start and reeled his fist back, and as soon as he was in range, he unloaded a vicious punch that obliterated the old metal keeping the ferris wheel standing, and it all came crashing down as sparks flew from the malfunctioning machinery, with Sonic crashing down along with all the debris.

"Sonic!" Amy turned and pulled out her hammer, her teeth gritted and her eyes brimming with tears. "You're both insane, do you have any idea what you just did?!" But suddenly from the smoldering flames that were now lighting up the night sky with yellows and oranges, a figure emerged from the wreckage, one whose silhouette was easily recognizable. "Sonikku! You're alive!"

But then the dust settled, and Amy's cries of joy turned into a fear-filled shriek as her eyes beheld a sight that she never would've dreamed of in her worst nightmares.

Instead of blood coming from the blue hedgehog's wounds...there was nothing but metal and wire. "I was really hoping it wouldn't have to be this way..." the creature's head lifted, and while one side of its revealed the unmistakably emerald green eye of Mobius' greatest hero, the other side showed nothing but darkness, and an angry red iris with a yellow pupil. "But thanks to Knuckles, now I have to do this the hard way."

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I was a fool, Knuckles was right all along. Sonic wasn't acting like himself because he wasn't himself. He'd been replaced by this...twisted perversion of him, made of nothing but iron and circuitry...but it was so real, a small part of me still couldn't let the thought that this was Sonic go.

But as I watched this incredibly realistic version of Metal Sonic engage in a fight to the death with the weakening Knuckles, I knew I couldn't let myself suspend my disbelief any longer. I had to help, somehow. Tails had already been knocked out, only seconds after he'd told Cream to fly away and get help. Given the circumstances though, I didn't think help would arrive in time. It was time to step up.

I grabbed my hammer and rushed forward with it held over my head, and I slammed it down on Metal Sonic's head, sending him to the ground for a moment so Knuckles could unleash an uppercut that sent him flying into the distance. "Knuckles, I am so sorry."

He gave me a grim smile in return, he was rubbing his fist and I could see the blood starting to leak through the fabric of his glove, as well as the blood coming from his chest and the side of his mouth from wounds shaped like claw marks. "I've dealt with worse." The next thing I knew I was on the ground as Knuckles shoved me out of the way, and then I heard a sickening thump, followed by a dull thud. When I turned around, I saw Knuckles on the ground, unconscious, with Metal Sonic standing over him with a frown.

"You stay away from me!" I raised my hammer in defense.

"I wish I could Ames."

My eyes widened and I felt my heart start to beat faster than it ever had before as a lump formed in my throat. Although the voice was synthetic, the way he'd spoken wasn't at all like something Metal Sonic would say...it was something that...Sonic would say. "Who are you? Are you Metal Sonic?"

The blue robot - or hedgehog, I was so confused I didn't know what to call it - took another step towards me, and I took a step back to keep the distance. "You'd think so wouldn't you?" he replied as he continued to approach. "But the truth is, I'm way better than any of those pathetic rip-offs, even before I became like this."

I felt my heart shatter, and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. "Sonic..." I choked.

"In the flesh, so to speak." Sonic stopped to gesture at himself. "Pretty impressive huh? Dr. Robotnik managed to perfect his roboticization technique, he found me a few days ago and used it on me first. Now I've got a new goal, and that's to take you guys out...first I had to get closer to you to gain your trust...although I gotta say, I'm not really likin' this next part."

"Then don't do it! Sonic, you don't have to listen to Eggman! If he managed to turn you into a robot and make you so convincing that even I couldn't tell the difference, then that means despite all that programming he gave you, the real you is still in there! Trapped in that machine!"

For a moment, Sonic seemed to slouch a bit. "I don't wanna kill you guys," But then he looked back up and glared at me. "But I have no choice, my mission is to destroy you guys, and I'm gonna do it!" He charged towards me at full speed, and I barely reacted fast enough to get my hammer up and stop him from running me through with his exposed razor-sharp claw. "Hold still Amy, just make it quick!"

"No!" I swung my hammer and knocked him back a few feet, and then I jumped back and put more distance between us. "I know you're in there Sonic, fight it! If a robot like Gamma could reject his programming, then I have no doubt you can! You're too strong to just let Eggman control you!"

"Shut up!" Sonic charged again, but this time he was much slower and his movements were sloppier, and I was able to sidestep his attack and let him run past me and into the tilt-a-whirl. "Why can't you make this easy?"

I found it in me to smile despite the circumstances. "You're fighting it, I can tell. Don't give up Sonic, I know you can beat him!" But then his robot eye seemed to glow brighter, and he sent a vicious glare that caused my blood to run cold. "Uh oh." Only a second later, I found myself being raised in the air by the throat, as a robotic claw squeezed my throat.

"Just...just stop fighting me, ok Ames? Don't make this harder than it has to be!"

His voice was desperate, and even with his robot hand around my throat, I could feel that his grip was wavering. I could still breathe. "No Sonic, I won't give up and I won't let you give up...I love you too much to do that."

I saw his eyes soften, even his robotic eye looked pitiful now, and he dropped me to the ground and grabbed his head, screaming at the top of his lungs. "This is so wrong! I'm not a killing machine! I'm not some messed up terminator! I am Sonic the Hedgehog!"

"That's right, you are." I raised my hammer over my head. "And now I'm gonna set you free." I jumped up and shouted a battle cry even with tears pouring out of my eyes, and my hammer came crashing down on Sonic's head, crushing his metal skull. After landing, I made my hammer disappear and watched as Sonic's robot eye faded away, signaling that he had been...killed? Destroyed? What even was he anymore? "I'm so sorry Sonic," I whispered to the unmoving form. "We'll get you fixed up and back to normal, I promise."

When I looked back up after wiping my eyes with my arm, I saw Knuckles and Tails limping over to me, their bodies bruised and bleeding from the intensity of the battle. "Are you ok Amy?" Tails asked me even as he held his arm.

"It was him...it was Sonic...Eggman turned him into this...thing."

Tails knelt down and examined Sonic's robot body, and he looked up at me with a small smile. "I can probably fix him, the roboticization process still shows signs of using the same basic principles, just much more refined..." Then he frowned. "But..."

"But what?" Knuckles asked.

"I can fix Sonic and even de-roboticize him after...but...I hate to think how he's going to be after it's all over..."

I frowned and looked down at the broken body of what used to be my one true love. Knuckles seemed confused as to what Tails meant, but I knew. Would Sonic ever be the same again? Even after Tails put him back together and turned him back into flesh and blood...Sonic was one with the wind, a free spirit who could never be caged in...now not only had he been caged in, but he'd been turned against the ones he loved, and he'd witnessed firsthand the damage he caused.

As strong as Sonic was, I knew he wasn't invincible. Even he had his breaking points, and I sincerely feared that this experience would be what drove Sonic past his. But I knew that if it did, I would make sure to be there for him every step of the way on his road to recovery. There was one thing I could tell about Sonic during the past three days, and that was he truly enjoyed being with me, even while he was roboticized. Maybe that was what kept him from giving in to the programming for so long.

It wouldn't be easy, that much I knew for sure. For Sonic, being controlled like this was probably the most traumatic event he could ever experience, and it would be a while before he turned back into his true self. But he would, I also knew that. His strength and determination would make sure he eventually comes to terms with it, and I would be there every step of the way. I vowed then and there to myself, that I would personally make sure he would never know what it was like to be trapped in this machine again.

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