#someone take dramatic lamp lighting away from me

[veil-of-lament]

he's fine (he's definitely not)

old little thing I kinda gave up on months ago, but oh well

#good omens #someone take dramatic lamp lighting away from me #he couldn't sit in a chair normally if he tried #good omens fanart #good omens 2 #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #according to procreate i spent 41 HOURS on this what was i doing?? #only to not like the end result and abandon it for months lmao #41 hours is criminal

[berryzxx]

can i request an Azriel x reader where Elain and Azriel get too close and reader get's jelous so sits on the opposite end of the table and he has to apologise and everything. Thankss

(u dont have to do it )

It's always going to be you

(I've changed abit of it but there's still "apologising and everything") also if u see any mistakes NO YOU DIDN'T. :) xx

Summary: You and Azriel spend less time with each other and soon it seems he spends more time with Elain- apologising and fluff

Azriel x reader

I watched, holding my breath as Elain let out a small laugh at something Azriel said, her hand coming up to rest on his arm. Did she need to do that? No, she probably didn't. But I let it go because she was getting better now. Her smiles were more frequent and if she found my mate funny then fine. I wouldn't be jealous about it.

Another week later and Elain and Azriel were walking the streets of Velaris. I had paused in my tracks to watch them, their heads bent together talking about something important it seemed. It felt like I hadn't gone shopping with Az in so long let alone have a nice conversation that lasted longer than a minute. They seemed comfortable together. Fine. As long as they were both happy there was no reason for me to jump to conclusions.

It was game night and Elain and Azriel had paired up. Yes, they were playing chess against each other but they chose each other and left me on the side lines, merely part of the audience. I wasn't even give a second glance. "Y/n? Aren't you going to play?" Cassian asked from where he was sat on the sofa, one arm around Nesta the other holding a glass of wine.

I shook my head "I'm tired. Maybe next time" I turned to look back at Azriel because like usual I was drawn to him. It seemed he was unaffected by our bond now because he hadn't even looked at me once throughout the entire day. The longer I stared the harder it was to fight back tears. I stood up and mumbled an excuse to leave, Nesta being the only one who listened to my made up excuse. I walked out the house and rubbed my hands together, my feet taking me to the bench I had sat on so many times. Luckily I was smart enough to grab hold of a thick shawl before leaving. The Sidra was as beautiful as always, lights glowing around the area, Fae spilling out of different bars across the street.

I pulled the shawl closer to me and tried to enjoy the sight in front of me rather than my mind going back to things I didn't want to think about.

Where are you?

Y/n? Are you okay? Where are you? Tell me where you are.

Sweetheart please. Are you allright?

Azriel's voice, panicked and full of fear in my mind. The spiteful thing to do would be to ignore him and build a barrier between the both of us but because I was never able to see or hear Azriel worry for so long I replied with

I'm fine

I went home for the night, enjoy yourself

I blocked him out. I didn't want to think about anything right now. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

Of course if someone asked if I still loved him I would have replied with a "yes" in a heartbeat. Maybe we just needed space. Or maybe I was being dramatic. It's not as if I had walked in on them kissing or something.

"Fancy seeing you here, y/n" Someone said. I had to blink away my sleepiness and try and find the source of the voice. It was Keller. A friend who I usually had lunch with when I was in town or needed someone to help me translate a piece of text.

I gave him a warm smile, his blonde almost silver hair shining in the street lamps.

"Is there a seat free?" He gestured next to me at the empty bench but before I could answer a loud thud was heard behind me and without having to turn around I could tell who it was. He must have hidden his scent because otherwise I would have known he was coming this way earlier.

"Apologies, but the seats taken. You should get going now" Azriel's voice was tight and full of anger, one wrong answer from Keller would result in things that were too gruesome too think of.

Still, he hesitated, looking between me and Azriel who was behind me and probably sending daggers at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice night" I gave him an awkward smile, trying to reassure him.

"Right. Enjoy your time." And with a nod "Shadowsinger" He walked away soon disappearing behind a corner. I didn't bother turning around and instead waited for Azriel to show himself. His footsteps were light as his form came into view, blocking the scene of the Sidra. He stood there for a good minute or so evaluating every inch of me with his piercing eyes. His shadows moved away from him, coming to brush against me as if they were checking if I was ok as well.

"Are you all right? Your not hurt are you?" His voice was soft, a great contrast to the tone he was using with Keller a second ago.

I sighed "Physically, yes"

He took this as a chance to sit down next to me, making sure there was a small distance between us. As if he wasn't sure what I wanted. I wasn't sure either. I wanted space but I also wanted him to wrap his arms around me and tell me everything would be alright.

"I didn't know what happened to you. I thought you had been taken. I thought I wouldn't see you again" Azriel's voice was quiet and almost broken in a way. I turned to look at him, to see if he was the same Azriel as a few weeks ago.

"What's happened to us?" I asked. I didn't know either but there was one thing I knew and that was something had changed.

As soon as the words escaped me, Azriel froze. His breathing coming to a stop and his eyes focused completely on me and my breathing. For the first time in my life I heard him stumble over his words "what...what do you mean?" He asked, his voice so quiet and full of worry. His shadows paused their constant movement around me and froze as well, their touch now cold.

I wrapped my arms around me, the shawl suddenly not doing much to block the cold out properly "Don't you feel as if we've grown apart? Like...maybe we aren't as close as we used to be?"

I couldn't look at him while saying that. Instead I let my head fall back so I could look at the comforting sight of the stars. Something that was always there. I felt a slight shift to my right where Azriel moved closer to me, his wings coming to wrap around me.

I looked at him, opening my mouth to thank him for the warmth but before I could say anything his shaky voice interrupted me "I love you. I will always love you. I am so sorry you felt as if I wasn't giving you enough time. I know you deserve more than I could ever-"

I put my hand up to stop him "It's not about that. It's about you always being with Elain. Tell me, Azriel. How long has it been since we've been shopping together? How long has it been since you've come home when I'm not asleep because it's the middle of the night? How long will this go on? This back and forth of me waiting for you while you go off with Elain doing who knows what"

I felt his heart beat increase with every word I said and as I let it all out I felt full of guilt. I was being irrational and dramatic. And Azriel didn't deserve it. We had been through so much and I was complaining about him not spending time with me

"sorry. I didn't mean that. I just...got carried away" I looked away from him. He looked heartbroken and I had done that to him.

A silent minute passed before Azriel broke it by picking me up and winnowing us to his room

"what? what are you doing?" I asked, disoriented from the winnowing. I sat on his bed, trying to get used to the soft lighting in his room.

He sat next to me and held my hands in his, warmth seeping through me "I could never cheat on you, sweetheart. I'd rather shred my wings than hurt you. You understand that...don't you? There is nothing between me and Elain and there never will be. I'm sorry you felt that way" He pressed a kiss to my hand, his eyes golden in the light. The way he looked at me made me think, how could I have doubted him?

"I know you aren't cheating. Of course I know that but why does it feel like you spend more time with her than me?" I ask quietly, afraid of the answer. Maybe it's because I've become boring now after all these years.

"My love, your the one who told me to help her. You told me spend time with her because she seemed to like my company. I did it for you, sweetheart. Don't you think I'd rather spend my time with my beautiful mate?"

His hand moved up to cup my cheek, brushing away a tear that had escaped. "It's always going to be you."

I leaned into his comforting warmth and let my doubts and fears wash away. "I'm sorry for doubting you, Az"

"you had every right to" He mumbled back, his arms now encircling me completely. I felt safe and wanted in his arms, like nothing could ever go wrong.

(KEEP IN MIND I LOVE ELAIN EVERYONE. my personal opinion is she should end up with lucien)- as usual not proof read

#azriel fanfiction #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x you #acotar fanfiction #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel spymaster #azriel supremacy #fluff #apologising #berryfics #azriel shadowsinger x reader #azriel x y/n #elain #azriel x oc #acotar fic #berryreplies #acomaf #acowar #nesta #cassian #nesta archeron #azriel x reader angst #acotar x reader #azriel imagine #azriel x reader fluff

[scoobysnakz]

Hard Luck

It’s hard finding love when your sole reason to live is your daughter, but when her best friends dad is annoyingly attractive and might have something to do with your rent randomly getting paid, who can blame you for being a little curious?

||* slight angst, I just wrote this on the toilet bc I realised I hadn't updated in ages (sorry), Miguel having intense mood swings, teeny tiny fluff if you squint insanely hard

Chap v

“About before,” you awkwardly shuffle towards him, “I want to say thanks.”

Miguel turns to look you, face tight with concern which doesn't go unnoticed by you. He can feel your eyes scanning him, staring at his expression, trying to read him as his mood suddenly shifts.

“I should pay you back,” you mutter before shoving your hands in your pockets and patting them down as if you don't know they're empty.

He has to stop himself from scoffing, paying him back should be the least of your worries. But Miguel’s nice and those gentle eyes you’re looking at him with soften him- slightly.

“No need,” he sighs, a forced kindness in his voice, “I was just helping out a friend.”

You hate the warm feeling those words spark in your skin because you know it's not him saying you don't need to pay him back causing it. There's still a sense of guilt nagging at your brain though. He's still a stranger, no matter how he puts it, and you owe him money.

Owing people is something that you've grown far too accustomed to and you're determined to not add Miguel to that list.

“Still, at least let me pay for Raya’s ice cream?” you change your tone, secretly praying he thinks it's a question.

Miguel grimaces, charming crinkles forming around his narrowed eyes and arched nose crunching in what you hope isn't disgust. “You have a nice apartment.” he frowns as he changes the subject.

It's your turn to grimace. You purse your lips so tight they hurt and the skin around your mouth smudges with your lip balm. It is a nice apartment, for the price, that you can't keep up with.

He doesn't know why it irks him to see you like this. Not lying, not being irresponsible, no, he hates seeing you so nervous around him. The way you instinctively coil up while having to fight your own body to maintain eye contact.

“I’m lucky its so cheap,” you laugh cautiously, your hands once again finding your pocket and finding a home in the deep cave of denim.

“Cheap?” he raises an eyebrow, his tone suddenly hardening.

You force a smile on your face, lips twitching at the corners and fear shining in your irises. “Yeah.”

He takes up so much room in your kitchen. Not just his body but his whole being. His shoulders might block the light from the lamp reaching you but the overpowering scent of cologne infiltrating the cracks in the air is more than enough to make your stomach clench.

Shakily, you take a step back, knees weakening the more intense his gaze becomes.

“What are you going to do?”

And for a moment you swear you might die.

Miguel knows. He knows that you're flat-broke and days away from getting evicted because you didn't think to cover up that godforsaken letter when you carlessy tossed it in the bin.

The concern that drips from his voice fills you with a kind of self-loathing you thought only your father could bring up. You can't look at him, his gaze is too harsh, too threatening, too unkind for someone you barely know.

“Stay with my mum,” you mutter, hands gripping the edge of the counter as you how your head down.

You can practically hear him rolling his eyes as he nears you with dramatically long strides. “What?” he snaps.

“Me and Raya are going to stay with my mum until I can sort something out!” you hiss.

“How is she going to get to school?” he presses further.

“She only lives about twenty minutes away and my mum can drive us.”

“Can she, now?”

The pure disgust that runs from his expression and out through his voice knocks you sick. Your skin burns with a revolting mixture of shame and anger. Who is he to talk down to you like this? But he's right, you've messed up badly.

Miguel’s worried. He doesn't know you but God, he'd rather die then have someone as precious as you on the streets.

“This isn't any of your concern-”

“You’re just going to let her live like this?” he cuts you off harshly, “moving to your mums whenever you don't pay the rent like a responsible adult? Never knowing what's going on because you can't sort out money?”

Tears sting the corners of your eyes but you fight them back, like always. You refuse to let him see you cry. His words sting but you know, deep down, that you are responsible, that you do what's best for Raya, that your love is enough.

You swear he's bigger now, more threatening, more dangerous. There are fangs protruding past his snarling lips that make your chest tighten in fear.

Anger pulses throughout Miguel’s entire being. His blood is hot and thick with pure rage that only strengthens the more he glares down at you and your pathetic, trembling, pretty lips.

You want to run away, push past Miguel and bolt through your front door but you settle for puffing up your chest and snarling him right back.

“This has nothing to do with you. I appreciate you getting Raya ice cream and picking her up but you are still a stranger who has no valuable insight on this issue.” you try so hard to keep a stable voice, take deep breaths when you feel your throat tighten, look at his forehead not his eyes, but it doesn't and you end up stumbling over your words like an idiot.

The words feel wrong in your mouth, being unkind isn't new to you but targetted to someone you know so little about, you almost feel guilt.

Cool metal hits the poorly clothed part of your back and it's only then that you realise you've been backing away. Your body just naturally falls into submission, even when you have every right to stand up for yourself. That small, faint slither of confidence you had instantly faded away.

Miguel notices this as well, the hidden sadistic part of him going insane over the small gasp that escapes your quaking form, but he still frowns. He wants to reach out and comfort you, let you know how easily he can make this okay but the terror in your eyes distinguishes all hope of that.

He towers over you, his chiselled features now highlighted by the glow of tiles on the floor and his beady, blood-red eyes boring down into you. He stalks towards you, long legs easily pulling him sickeningly close.

You feel miserably weak. Your entire body is numb with guilt as sweat builds in the creases of your palms. But what makes you feel even more pathetic is your desire to be mad yet you can't bring yourself to even weasel out a small argument.

“I’m trying, I really am,” you choke, knuckles burning white with the force of your grip on the counter.

And Miguel’s gaze softens, instantly. All his anger dissolves and all he can see is someone who needs protecting. The way your eyes glisten with tears does something to him. You crumbled so effortlessly that it was easy for him to keep himself in check and now he's got you cowering in the corner in your own kitchen.

He takes a step back and sighs while dragging a lazy hand down his face. “Mierda, I'm… fuck, I'm sorry.”

You try to look at him, to wrap your head around this absurd mood swing but you can't. Just seeing the shame in his eyes burns a hole in your stomach.

“Get out.”

“I got mad and I didn't thi-”

“Out.”

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, hard.

“I’ll go get Gabi,” he sighs.

You shake your head, lips pursed and nose scrunched. You don't want him near Raya, don't think he's safe enough for Gabi to home to, not after a mood swing like that.

You croak a pathetic, “I will,” and walk off. His eyes burn holes into the back of your head but you fight the urge to acknowledge him.

The sound of laughter that leaks from Raya’s bedroom door soothes the burning of your nerves. You might have trembling hands and a racing heart but she's fine- and so is Gabi.

Part of you wants to keep Gabi here, make sure she's safe and let her stay the night but knowing you'd have to face Miguel again at some point is too much.

You knock lightly on the door before pushing it open. “Hey, Gabi,” you smile down at the ground but she's not there. All you can see is a mountain of teddies and blankets in the middle of Raya’s bedroom. Their laughter is present but is mixed with the sound of each other's shushing.

The plushness of the blue carpet on the floor dampens the sound of your footsteps as you creep closer to the pile. You can hear them shuffling around but their laughter has subsided.

Suddenly, you lunge forward and throw yourself onto the pillows with a subtle thud. They both scream as they flail their arms and legs in the air while desperately gasping for air between their violent giggles.

“Your dad said it's time to go home,” you just about manage, as their laughter has affected you too.

Reluctantly, she pulls herself up from the plushy mess, Raya doing the same. They cling to each other, still laughing and whispering, as they disappear through the door.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel x you #fluff #miguel fluff #miguel ohara #miguel au #miguel 2099 #miguel x y/n #miguel angst #angst #light angst

[sulumuns-dootah]

26.12. Leviathan - Banquet for two (18+)

    ༺☆༻

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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The halls of the Hades castle are so eerie during the night while everyone is away. Or at least somewhere else in the castle. More precisely in the grand hall where the annual holiday banquet is thrown. Everyone who means something is there. Guests from Hades as well as all the other countries in Hell. Everyone except for the king of Hades, Leviathan himself.

You were excited for the banquet. You've even had a dress made specifically for this occasion. But instead of everyone talking about how gorgeous it is, everyone is discussing the absence of Leviathan. Not to sound dramatic, but it's like you're almost invisible since someone who is not there is more important. As if the guests didn't know how much Leviathan hates being around other people.

With a slight irritation you decide to leave under the guise of bringing Levi some food. If someone's absence is more interesting, then why not be absent too? Leaning to your side to Glasyalabolas, you let him know that you'll go check up on the missing king. He hands you the plate which was meant to be eaten from by Leviathan after putting a portion of the king's favorite fish steaks on it.

So now you're walking through the halls to Leviathan's quarters. Originally you thought about just going to your room and eating the steaks yourself, but you kinda feel bad for the king. The heavy expectations laying on him to be social despite having a severe agoraphobia. No wonder he spends most of the time hiding away in his rooms.

When you finally reach the door to his room, the air suddenly turns cold. The knocks on the massive doors resound in the empty hall. After a short while a voice beckons you to come in.

The room is colder than in the hall and quickly looking for Leviathan, you find out why. One of the windows is open and he's sitting in the windowsill, looking out on the city covered in snow. It's already dark, but the street lamp light bounces off all the white and creates a glow on its own.

“I've brought you some food, your majesty. Your absence is the main topic of discussions.” you say with a hint of bitterness.

“Then why aren't you out there gossiping too?” Leviathan answers without even looking your way.

“I was bored. No matter how important those devils are, they can't uphold an interesting conversation if their life depended on it.” you sigh and set the plate on the windowsill right by Levi's legs. This seem to finally break him from the trance of the glowing white cityscape and he looks at you.

“That's a lovely dress. I want a shirt made out of that fabric.” he says plainly and moves to sit with his back turned to the outside, burning you with his gaze.

“Sure, I'll let the seamstress know.” you say, happy that finally someone noticed.

“Say, you were bored at the celebration, would you maybe keep me company here then? I'm certain I can uphold a decent conversation much more than those fools.” Leviathan jumps off the windowsill, taking the plate with him to the bathroom. You follow him, uncertain what will happen, but as it turns out, he's decided to enjoy his fish steaks in the comfort of his thankfully empty bathtub. You wouldn't want to get your dress wet if he invited you along into the bathtub too.

But it seems just that happens. Leviathan sits down on one end of the marble tub with plenty enough space left for you and the volume of your dress. The many layers of tulle help cushion the hard surface. Levi places the plate down between the two of you and starts eating. The steaks look good, but you know your manners and don't take any unless he offers you one.

None of you speak up until the plate is empty. Leviathan then sets the plate outside of the bathtub and reaches out to feel the material of your chiffon shawl, ”Such a soft material. It must feel even better constricting around my neck. Would you do that for me?”

“Uhm... Excuse me?” you blink, startled that he would request something so intimate from you.

“I believe I made myself clear. But I understand if that's too straight forward of me.” he sounds a bit disappointed. As if shrinking back he rest his back on the bathtub edge and leans his head on the rim with closed eyes, “If that's all, then you can go.”

“N-no, you majesty I would feel honoured.” you're quick to take off the shawl and scrunch it up into something resembling rope. Hopefully it's strong enough.

“Good, then get to it.” Leviathan opens his eyes and lifts his head back up. With slightly shaky hands you wrap the delicate fabric around his swan neck. At first you're unsure if you should really be doing this, but if his majesty wishes to be choked, then who are you to question him.

Remembering the stories from demons who were punished for choking him lightly, you try to choke him with all your strength. Hopefully the fabric can withstand such abuse. It seems that Leviathan's pleased with the amount of air he's depraved of, as evident by his eyes rolled back and growing erection.

“T-tou...ch... me...” he demands in a gasp for oxygen when you allow him to take at least some air in so he doesn't suffocate for real. His demand makes your heart race even more. Is he even thinking straight at this point? Before you have any more questions, he grabs your free hand and places it on his now painful boner. Or so you assume, with how much heat it radiates.

You're quick to free him of his constraints to uncover his throbbing and already leaking dick. It makes your mouth water, but just like the fish steaks before, you weren't invited to taste it. Only to touch.

Almost instinctively your hands starts to glide along his shaft, making him gasp for air more franticly. Playing with his tip, collecting more of his precum has him thrusting into your hand, desperate for more friction.

It feels kinda weird to have this much power over the king of a whole kingdom. Have him fully at your mercy. Normally in this situation you'd be also aching for release, but something about this scenario has you feeling like you've already come multiple times.

Slightly distracted, you don't notice your hand loosen up the tension on the shawl around Levi's neck. “T-tighter... s-so... close..!”

Realising your mistake you tug the fabric more tighter than before and that seems to be enough to push Leviathan over the edge. Spurting ropes of milky cum all over his belly and getting some on your dress. If it were any demon you'd be furious, but since it's His Majesty Leviathan, of course you forgive him.

“Not bad, but I still suppose I should teach you how to properly choke someone as there are some mistakes you've made.”

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"I suppose I should gift you with a noose, just like all of my other subordinates. Yet I feel like a necklace would suit your neck much more. "

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb leviathan #whb smut #the yule festival of hell

[noe11egance]

“A God’s Favorite Angel” Loki/Fem! Reader Relationship: Asgardian God/Mortal Doctor

Summary:

While on Earth, Loki had grown fond of a certain doctor and scientist who worked in the Avengers compound. He tries desperately to get her attention, as she is constantly working. Occasionally taking her time off alone with none but herself. Loki was curious to solve the mystery of the beautifully intelligent woman that he calls, angel.

Word Count: 1,419

a/n: This is my first time writing fanfiction and posting it somewhere online! Reminder that this is Chapter one of the series I plan to write. If you like it please let me know, enjoy. <3 Written by noellegance

Chapter 1: Oh, Doctor

The watch on your wrist reads 2:00 A.M and the coffee pot that you’ve made only a few hours that had once been full is now nothing more than a drop at the bottom of your coffee cup. Everyone at the compound found themselves in bed before the clock struck midnight, aside from yourself. 

Having chosen to stay behind when the rest of the Avengers were on a mission somewhere North of Germany. Opting to stay out of the fight in exchange for conducting research for a prototype machine you’ve been developing in hopes of being able to treat wounds and apply first aid in mere seconds. Finding little success in the functionality of the prototype tonight, much to your dismay.

Stressed and exhausted with your only lifeline being the cold brew of coffee in a cup that is near empty. You still cannot find the motivation to call it a night, your work was important to you and you were determined to see progress.

“You’re overworking yourself again, Doctor,” a deep voice introduces itself. Taking your attention away from your work, nearly dropping the blueprint for a newly developed schematic that was important to your work. You were not expecting anyone to be awake at this hour and the voice didn’t belong to anyone at the compound, so who was it? 

“Who’s there?” You set down the blueprint gently on the table, your eyes scanning the dark room. The only light coming from the light flicker of your desk lamp.

“I’m hurt, Doctor. Am I that forgettable?” The deep voice chuckles and the sound of heavy boots echo through the workshop. The sound gets increasingly louder as the vague shape of the figure reveals itself, circling around you. Feeling its presence but being unable to fully see who it was. It was as if the figure was purposefully avoiding the radius of the light.

Your body tenses with adrenaline and fear, ready to attack whoever the intruder was with whatever was on hand. You were by yourself, vulnerable. But you refuse to simply cower because that isn’t who you are. 

“That look in your eyes, you look like you’re ready to attack someone. Come on, pet, no need to be so tense. I wouldn’t hurt you.” You knew better than to trust the words of a shadow. “And here I thought you’d be more hospitable. I am a guest, am I not?”

“A guest? Is that so?” You grab a wrench that was next to you on your workbench, just in case. “I do believe guests are supposed to introduce themselves before inviting themselves in.”

“It really is disappointing, I came all this way to see you and yet you greet me with such hostility.” Suddenly, without warning, the figures reveal themselves. Towering over you with a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. Lifting your chin with his index finger to make you face him. “Hello, Doctor.”

“Loki,” the grip on the wrench loosens slightly. Your gaze meets his. His emerald green eyes pierce through yours, the feeling was exhilarating... “What are you doing here?”

Loki cocks his head to the side, “I’ve made it abundantly clear, haven’t I?” He pulls away from you. Raising his hand, and with a snap a few lights come on. Blinding you for a few moments as your eyes adjust to the sudden change of brightness.

“Asgard as of late has left me… unsatisfied. I’m bored.” He sighs dramatically while flashing his signature smirks, in clear hopes of charming you into spending time with him. “If only there was someone who could help me with my predicament.”

“If only,” you roll your eyes and turn your back to him. Returning your focus back to your work before you were rudely interrupted. “Why not bother anyone else? Who is currently not working.”

He chuckles and picks up a tool from your hand and holds it just out of reach. “Just what are you working on this late at night, Doctor?” 

“That is none of your concern, I don’t need your help.” You attempt to reach for it but he just holds it just out of reach. “And you’re being a nuisance.”

“Your words wound me, pet,” circling around you as you ignore him. He notes the state of your work space.

Messy and disorganized with papers scattered all over. Blueprints, medical records, research papers, progress reports, all on different aspects of your job at the compound. The work seemed to never be finished. He both pitied and admired your dedication, but at the cost of your own well being.

His eyes trail away from the disarray of your work space and back to you. The way your ponytail droops down in a way that can only be achieved naturally through movement and time. 

The way you roll up the sleeves of your lab coat and turtleneck to allow more mobility, showing off your forearms. Your glasses resting on the bridge of your nose, noticing how you constantly have to adjust them as they were just a little too big for you.

“Loki? Are you alright?” Your eyes meet once again which snaps him out of the trance that you unknowingly put on him.

“Yes, Doctor, I’m fine.” He flashes a slight grin. “Are you?” Raising his eyebrow and crossing his arms. Making himself appear in “When was the last time you had a break?”

Come to think of it, you haven’t had a break in a few hours. Since the Avengers came back from their mission abroad and shared dinner together you haven’t stopped once. Maybe for the occasional coffee refill but that is about it.

Loki notices the look in your eyes, how you’re unable to answer because your pride wouldn’t let the words out. He found that endearing. “Ah, just as I thought. For someone who works so hard for the sake of others, you fail to take care of yourself. Working on… whatever this is until the late hours of the night. I wonder why is that, Doctor? Are you truly that altruistic?” 

Loki was doing the equivalent of poking at a sleeping bear. You clearly were not in the mood to handle his teasing and his attempts to try and make you open up to him. But he just kept pressing on, using his silver tongue and effortless charm to get what he wants from you. Inching closer while looking down at you with a confident, near arrogant, smirk. “Someone so good deserves to be properly appreciated, don’t you agree, angel?”

His slender fingers gently lifting you chin, leaning down to your eye level. His words leaving his lips like sweet, warm, honey to your ears. You can tell he is enjoying this, toying with you, and you let him.

But your pride was trying to push back, to push him away and deny yourself this feeling that you fail to even put to words. Melting like putty in his hands, but a part of you held on. The part of you that reinforced the idea that you don’t need anyone else, you were the only one you could trust.

“You think your words have any affect on me? I am not just another one of your playthings, Loki. Something for you to do with as you please just for the fun of it,” defiance. Defiance and competition were your defining traits that dictated your very being. And you hated losing.

Both you knew that this was a game. A war of attrition of who is to give in first. The tension so thick that it can be cut through with a sharp blade. You were stubborn, not easy, and he loved it.

“Oh no, pet, I think of you much higher than that,” he doesn’t step away or back down, continuing to towering over you. “If anything, I admire you. You’re headstrong, determined, stubborn, intelligent… and beautiful.” He was sincere, you could have sworn that those piercing eyes of his softened for just a moment before returning to their mischievous glint. 

“You don’t mean that,” you retort as if it was an instinct. To deny any sort of praise, not allowing yourself to feel vulnerable around him.

“You don’t, Doctor?”

“Not one bit.”

“Then allow me.”

“Allow you to what?”

“Prove it to you,” he reaches for your hand gently. Leaning down and kissing the back of your hand, his gaze meeting yours. His attention completely on you “My angel.”

CHAPTER 2 OUT NOW:

https://www.tumblr.com/noe11egance/733037759378407424/a-gods-favorite-angel-chapter-2-lokifem-reader

#loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki smut #loki imagine #tom hiddleston loki #loki marvel #loki laufeyson fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[justgowithitplease]

Cassandra Cain x reader where you’re trying to be angsty after an argument but it’s literally impossible with her

Y'all're giving me the best goddamn requests. Are y'all send from heaven? Did it hurt when you fell *wink wink*?/p

you lay on your bed, headphones in, music blaring as you glare at the ceiling

'Stupid stupid stupid...' you think to yourself as you recall the fight you had with your girlfriend earlier

——----------------------time skip------------------------

"ITS NOT MY FAULT THAT I MISSED DATE NIGHT! YOU KNEW THAT I HAD A MISSION THEN!" Cass yells at you

"THAT YOU COULDVE ASKED TIM TO COVER! YOURE ALWAYS BAILING ON ME FOR YOUR STUPID TEAM!" You yell back, pointing an accusing finger at her

"BECAUSE UNLIKE SOMEONE I HAVE RESPONSIBILITY! AT LEAST I DONT BAIL ON SCHOOL FOR A STUPID TOURNAMENT!"

"THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!"

"YES IT DOES BECAUSE YOU PROMISED THAT WE COULD SIT OUTSIDE AND WATCH THE BIRDS! YOU NEVER LET ME DO THAT!"

"BECAUSE ITS STUPID!"

"YOURE STUPID!" Cass yells, emediately regretting her choice of words

"...Y'know what? I can't do this anymore. Go to the stupid reteraunt by yourself. Go on and watch the birds by yourself. Go f*ck yourself." You say, tears simmering in your eyes as you grab your backpack off of the chair Infront of her desk

You storm out of her room, down the hallway, down the grand staircase in Wayne manor and out the door, running towards your house as tears sting your eyes and your throat burns

----------------back to the normal time----------------

The feeling comes back, the feeling of choking on your own tears as you hold them back, trying to act like you're brave for no one. The lights in your room are off, and the only light reaching the room is that peeking through the corners of your curtains from the street lamps. You turn onto your right side, the earbud in your right ear pressing into your ear so much the noise gets blocked out. Tears fall from your eyes as you let out a choked sob and start to cry into your pillow, curling into yourself.

Bonk

You jolt up and turn towards your window, shakily wiping your tears as you hesitantly pull back one of your curtains and look outside of your window, puffy red eyes surveying the view

"[Reader] I'm sorryyyyyyy!" Cassandra groans as her face smushes against your bedroom window

"Cassie?" You say softly, voice hoarse from sobbing earlier

You take out your earbuds and set them on your nightstand before moving back to the window and unlocking it. You slide it open quietly as to not wake your parental figures.

"You're not stupid! Youre....stupid cute!" Cassandra whispers as she hangs halfway through your window onto your bed

You attempt to scowl, barely forcing down your smile

"love me again!" She whines dramatically, arms throwing themselves around your waist

"Cassie, no." You say, managing to wrench her arms off of you as you hide your smile "what you said was really sh*tty."

As you attempt to turn away, she shimmies herself fully onto your bed and lays across your lap

"Cmon bee! I love you!" She says, pulling you down to her level "I love you more than I love Alfred's hot chocolate!"

That manages to get you to crack. You try to turn away as a grin spreads across your face, but she pulls you back

"Ha! You love me!" She says, throwing her hands up in victory "in your stupid cute face!"

"God damn it Cassie!" You say as you chuckle, laying down next to her

#cassandra cain x reader #cassandra cain #fanfic #oneshot #fluff #dc fluff #gn reader #nottheknot

[augustinewrites]

45 with suna pls 🙏🙏

45. "we shouldn't do this" but they do so anyway

there’s a random reality show playing when someone knocks on your hotel room door.

you ignore it, at first. it’s 11pm, an hour past the team’s scheduled lights out. you’re already comfy, having showered off a weekend of back to back matches and bundled under the comforters. whoever needs you can grab an ice pack and wait till morning.

but whoever it is knocks again, a little more insistently this time. rolling out of bed to grab your hoodie before padding over to peer through the peephole. you roll your eyes when you see who it is, and rin’s leaning against the doorframe, grinning down at you as you open the door. his cheeks are flushed, shirt untucked, and his hair slightly unkempt. the faint scent of booze tells your he’s been drinking, yet his gaze remains steady and fixed on you.

your heart flutters, and you turn away, hoping to hide the blush creeping up your neck.

“i knew you’d still be up.”

“i was about to head to bed, actually.”

rin scoffs at that. “doubt that. mind if i come in?”

he’s not really asking for permission, brushing past you before you can reply, flicking on the lamp and kicking off his shoes before making himself comfortable at the foot of your bed.

“what are you doing here, rin?” you ask, shutting the door behind him before joining him on the bed.

“you mean you weren’t expecting me?” he teases. “don’t play coy, babe, i think we’re past that.”

it wasn’t entirely unusual for him to come to your room during out of town games. though usually he came under the guise of minor medical attention. like stiffness in his neck or a problem with his shoulder.

what never changed is that he always stayed after, lingering for as long as he could before lights out. you’re not sure why he did that, but you weren’t exactly complaining either. you enjoyed talking to him. the two of you talked about real shit, going back and forth for hours about politics and feminism and all the other isms you couldn’t name at the moment.

“well, you seem medically fine, if not slightly intoxicated,” you tell him.

rin sighs deeply, dramatically, before flopping back into your bed to stare at the ceiling. “well i’m not.”

so you lay next to him, the two of you rolling over so you’re face to face.

“cause see, there’s this girl.”

that was…not what you were expecting. but rin’s always been a chatty drunk. “oh?”

“yeah,” he nods. “but i don’t think she knows how much i like her.”

“do i know her?” you ask, heart aching as you file through a list of names in your head, shifting away from him. “if you like her, you should just tell her. no use in keeping it a—”

“it’s you, idiot,” he huffs, catching your wrist. it takes your brain a moment to catch up as he gently presses his lips to your palm. “i’m trying to tell you i like you.”

the relief that washes over you is instant. “you like me?”

“with all my heart,” he grins, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close.

you can’t help but wrinkle your nose. “that’s so sappy.”

“ah, you love it,” he whispers, gaze flicking to your lips.

“rin,” you warn. “we shouldn’t. motoya’s going to wonder where you are if you’re not back in your room—”

he kisses you to shut you up, and you relent, giggling against his lips and gently kissing him back.

#suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff

[dsireland86]

There is Beauty in the Pain

Chapter 4 PT. 1

Summary: Noah and Sophie find each other in the most unprecedented circumstances. Whether it's the Universe, fate, destiny, or pure luck, they can't deny that their souls were simply meant to be

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--Link to chapter 4 Pt. 2 at the bottom--

My eyes fluttered open the moment the nightmare seemed too real. I sat straight up, panting, soaked with sweat, as my eyes tried to adjust to the light that came from the lamp in the corner of the room. The all too familiar feeling of dread plagued me, making me worry that maybe the nightmare might not be a nightmare after all and that somehow I was back with Perry. I looked around the room, trying to find anything that was familiar that would convince me that I was okay and safe. 

Just when I thought I wouldn't find anything, my eyes landed on a black hoodie with words on it that I instantly recognized. I grinned, wincing from the sharp, swollen bruising on my face, and made the attempt to get out of the bed to grab it. But as soon as my body made any kind of muscle movement I gasped. A raw burning and intense pain sliced through my muscles, making me cry out as my eyes filled with tears. Quickly blinking them away, I worked through the pain, reaching for the hoodie once my legs got me to where they needed to be. When I finally had it between my fingers, I pulled it to me, hugging it close, and inhaling the familiar scent of the body it belonged to; Noah. His face flashed behind my closed eyes and I became so weak in the knees for him, I was no longer concerned with all the discomfort I was in. His lips that grazed my knuckles, the nose that nuzzled me when he held me in his arms, and those eyes; my god those eyes of his that made me want to drown in every ounce of him were just a few of his features that gave me butterflies. 

I smiled thinking about his smile, his touch, the strength of his body and how  warm he felt when I snuggled deep into him while having some of the best sleep I'd had in a long time. I wanted to stay curled up into Noah forever where everything felt okay. It was strange to me how quickly my mind and body responded to him and how easily he was becoming my safety. I knew it was dangerous to trust someone so easily so quickly, but I couldn't help but be pulled into everything about him that made me feel the way that it did/ Slipping his hoodie over my head, I chuckled when I saw how huge it was on me, reaching almost to my knees. But the hood was so deep and created a protective cover that I didn't care. 

Being as close to Noah as I could be at the moment, I carefully made my way back over to the bed, groaning through gritted teeth from all the pain as I climbed back into the bed. The quietness surrounding me made me feel a little uneasy. My mind began to wander and that always led to bad things. Sure enough, memories of the fight I had with Perry in my apartment filled every vacant space in my head and I soon became detached with what little bit of reality I had left. I tried my best to keep calm and focus on things I could remember, but when I started thinking about all the shit that I and probably Alex too, told everyone regret spread through me like a wildfire. I'd dumped all of my dramatic and emotional problems on a bunch of complete strangers and the fact that they now knew how pathetic and weak I was made me angry at myself. I'd broken that one promise I made the first time Perry laid his hands on me and that was to never tell and never let anyone know; except Alex. 

The regret I felt was too much. My heart felt like it was being burned up inside my chest and slowly taking away all my ability to breath. Clenching my tightening chest, I cried so hard that my throat hurt. Reality hit me and came as a thief in the night, stealing away every good memory and reminding me I wasn’t ready to face it. I began to panic. Visions of Perry's hands landing on my face and body replayed over and over in my mind making the tears fall harder and the cries louder. At first, I didn’t feel the hand sliding over my back, gently gliding along my spine and up toward the base of my neck. But when it lightly squeezed, wrapping its long fingers around me, my entire body tensed and I choked back a scream, feeling the tightening of my chest clench down on me like a fallen rock. I embraced the anxiety attack that came. I knew it was coming, but I chose not to fight it. Instead I embarrassed it, allowing it to pull me under into its dark waves, hoping it would keep me there forever.

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 His voice was soothing; the softness in the midst of agonizing chaos. That familiar deepness penetrated my veins, pouring into them hope and familiarness. I knew that voice; I had memorized it in just the few short moments we were together. It wasn’t Perry. No, it was Noah and like a dark angel that came swooping in at the right time, all of my fears and worries in my mind began to ease. His comforting words and quiet support breathed life into my dying world, bringing me back from the edge of my misery.

"Shhhh, breathe with me Sophie, just breathe baby it's okay; everything's okay."

Noah’s hand found its way to my hair where he gently stroked it, running his long fingers through to the ends.

"That's it, nice and slow, love.” He coaxed me with his own slow breathing, goosebumps spreading over my arms when his warm breath tickled my ear. “Just relax into me, I've got you. I'm not going anywhere," urging me to lean back. 

Noah’s strong arms slid under his hoodie and around my waist, gently pulling me closer in between his legs and back against his hard chest. He pressed himself against my back, making sure I felt him and knew that I was safe as long as he was there. I sighed loudly, relaxing into him as the anxiety attack slowed and eventually passed. The way he held me  against him as if I might slip away, made me want to cling to him even more. I threw my hands over his arms, feeling the softness of his tattooed touch, grateful that he was there.

“I'm so sorry Sophie," Noah whispered in my ear with his cheek pressed against the side of my face. "I'm so fucking sorry you have to go through life like this. I wanna make it better, I wanna take away all the bad stuff, but I don't know how. I don’t know where to start.” There was a lot of empathy in his voice, but also something much deeper; a promise that he made very easy for me to believe. Tears dripped from my cheeks onto our hands as our fingers entwined, locking tightly together. I never wanted to ever let go of something as much as Noah and it was in that moment that I realized how possible it was to become homesick for a person. He felt like when one walks into a house they’ve never been in before and knows immediately they were home.

My head fell back against his shoulder and as I turned my face toward his neck, my lips barely grazed his skin. The silver chain he seemed to wear most often, hung low enough for my nose to skim over its coolness and I shivered despite the warmth I was wrapped up in. He placed a moist kiss on my forehead, lingering there a little longer than I thought he would, making me smile. 

Since my eyes had adjusted to the dim light, Noah’s profile was clear for me to see. He bent his head lower to mine, resting his cheek against my forehead and squeezing me a little tighter but not so much as to not cause any discomfort. It was like he knew how to handle my fragile body and was making every conscious effort to not hurt me any more than I’d already been. It touched my soul, how considerate and kind he was. My eyes drifted over his ink, trailing the dark shapes that began just at the base of his jawline. The details of the apple and serpent were faint, but I could see them well enough to trace them, gradually sliding them over his cold skin. He swallowed, laying his head back and sighing in a way I’d never heard a man sigh. His fingertips lightly dug into my thighs and I could feel the slight twitch of his hard length below my bottom as he took a long, deep breath. Despite the feeling, my stomach tightened, making me swallow hard and squeeze away the evidence of how badly I hurt. I didn’t care how much pain it caused me; I wasn’t going to let this pivotal moment with Noah slip away. He was worth the pain. 

Noah had found me in a time when it was too hard for me to believe in anything. He forced me to accept nothing, but was willingly becoming a soul who wanted to walk beside me, listen to me and help me. The only thing I was certain of was we owed each other nothing yet in this very moment it seemed we gave each other everything.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this Love. You never deserved any of it.” Noah’s words hit me in my heart, making me cry again. I partially turn, tossing my arms around him and burying my face into his chest. His arms snaked around me, carefully holding me. 

“But if you let me, I promise you won’t have to anymore. I’ll do whatever I have to to protect you.” His words were so enduring, but I couldn’t understand why he would put himself in the position he was. “Noah, you don’t know what you’re saying; what your words consist of.” “Yes, yes I do,” he adamantly said, raising my head to look at me. We stared at each other and I saw the sympathy for what he was looking at sweep across his eyes. “But why? You don’t know anything about me.” Noah kissed my forehead again. “I know enough to know that you’re worth protecting.” No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t hold back my tears. They came, harder than before and I sobbed and shook in the comfort and safety of Noah’s arms. He held me through it, until eventually I surrendered to the darkness of sleep and fell into its welcoming arms.  

CHAPTER 4 PT.2

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[ar3ndoesarson]

Anytime he goes away

Hello, long time no see. This is probably going to be a bigger project (both because I have so much planned and because I'm struggling with realizing my plans for this fic).

I based this title off of "Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Withers.

Hope you enjoy :^)

"I still don't get why they went like 'Yup mhm these bright-ass neon lights are exactly what our patients should have to look at on a daily basis." Lance looks up at the ceiling lamps and nods his head dramatically. "I mean if I had to lie in that bed all day, staring at this monstrosity of a light source I'd probably also develop a depression!"

"Lance I thought you're here to keep me company? Or would you rather spend your day arguing about design choices of a goddamn hospital?" "It's not just a design choice, it's a health hazard, Keith!" Lance jumps up from his chair and points at the lamps like Keith wouldn't know what he was even talking about. Like he didn't have to stare at said lamps for the last week.

Keith had been brought a few days ago, six to be exact. Lance had counted because six days seemed like a long time to keep someone because they had fainted. But then again he didn't know why Keith had fainted.

"You wanna go grab a snack? I'm starviiinng" the blue Pladin said slumping down in his chair. "Sure" Keith said whilst shrugging his shoulders. He kind of looked forward to getting out of his bed, because it meant he would have something else to look at than a boring white wall. And because it meant Lance came to visit.

Lance stared whilst Keith sat up from his bed and grabbed his IV pole for support to get up. Apparently they had to do some testing on Keith or whatever, nothing to worry, he had said and dismissed the topic with a shrug when Lance had asked about it.

The paladins made their way through the corridors with idle chit chat (half of it being Lance going on about how dull and dreary the whole hospital looked, to which Keith would reply that it was designed to be practical, not look pretty).

They made their way to the hospitals cafeteria, an alcove in the wall. It was still painted an unnatural white, but a few windows and cute seating areas across the space managed to make the room look actually a bit cozy. Once inside, they ordered and sat down at a table to wait for their food. From where he sat, Lance could see outside the alcove into the rather busy hallway they'd come from. A few nurses walked past, looking rather stressed. One of them turned their head looking in Lances direction. He gave a quick nod but got only a confused glare back.

A few minutes passed and they finally got their food, when the nurse from before reappeared and made their way to the two former paladins. "Keith, what are you doing here?" they asked. His head shot up in surprise, he hadn't even noticed the nurse until now. "Uh... I'm eating?". The nurse shook their head and then; "Come with me for a second, will you?".

Without any questions the black haired boy got up and followed the nurse a few steps away. Lance couldn't make out what they were saying, but it seemed like Keith was being scolded. He pointed his gaze to the ground for the most part, only once raising his head and taking up a defensive stance. If Lance could make it out right, it almost looked like he was afraid for just a second. Just as Keith turned to walk back to their table the nurse called after him one more time. "You know just as well as I, that you shouldn't."

When Keith sat back down, he didn't talk about it, and Lance didn't ask.

In hindsight he should've.

#voltron #klance #lance mcclain #vld keith #keith kogane #vld lance #lance #keith #fanfic #vld klance #vld

[callsignspark]

•intertwining fingers when making love

Marry Me

hi anon! thank you for sending this one!!

send me a physical intimacy prompt for any of my Dagger, Sword & Shield couples!

the ninth of January

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut (explicit language, unprotected p in v sex, he teases her and it's a little mean but not unwelcome, like the tiniest hint of dumbification, mentions of getting pregnant), this is set once they're already together so offscreen conversations have happened regarding kids/protection, so many goddamn pet names, baby's first time writing real smut so we are being kind, also you don't need to read Mar[r]y Me to read and understand this, but (shameless plug) I think you should anyway

word count: 1.4k

“Bradley!” She can feel his smile get bigger; he loves it when she moans his name.

“What, Mary? What’s wrong, honey?” He teases as he pulls away from the sensitive spot near her collarbone, flexing his hips up to meet hers as she bounces on his lap for the sole purpose of hearing her breath hitch.

She’s honestly not quite sure how they got here.

The evening had been moving along like every other night since they moved in together three months prior. They enjoyed the dinner she made - tonight was chicken parmesan with roasted green beans - and Bradley did the dishes, talking and laughing the entire time. Migrating to the pink couch, she claimed the chaise while he flipped through their combined DVD collection.

Actually, she does know how they got here.

He holds up a case with a dark cover. “How about this? It’s Skyfall… And you need to go to the optometrist if you can’t recognize your man.” He teases when she squints to read the title.

“I can see perfectly fine! It’s dark in here because someone hates watching movies with any sort of light on.” She protests as he pops the disc into the machine and hits enough buttons to make the DVD menu appear.

“First of all, that would be a better excuse if I had already turned the lamp off. Second, it’s like being in the theatre, but I don’t have to wear pants.” He dramatically shoves his sweatpants down, leaving him in just an old t-shirt and his blue boxer briefs that hide nothing. “Hey, you know what today is?”

Her brain ignores the question, distracted as her eyes drag over him, stopping to admire the thickness of his thighs. She knows she’ll never tire of his body, no matter what it looks like, but he’s looked extra good lately, and she can’t help but stare.

“You know what today is, baby doll?” Mary nods, her heart thumping as she presses her thighs together at the pet name. One he only uses in private. “Answer my question then.”

“It’s Monday.”

“More specifically?” He pulls the UVA t-shirt over his head, muscles everywhere flexing at the movement.”

“It’s uh-” She gulps, he’s not playing fair. “It’s January 9th.”

Bradley hums, running his hand over his abdomen, playing with the band of his briefs. “That’s right, which means it’s been two years since the last time we watched this movie, and we almost fucked right where you’re sitting.”

“I- how? Wha-” Mary stammers, confused and amazed at how he remembers that. She knew it was early January, but she had forgotten the exact date.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” He sits on the couch, the movie forgotten as he tugs her across the cushion into his lap.

She enthusiastically returns his kiss, letting her hands roam his broad shoulders until she suddenly pulls back. “What anniversary? We didn’t even do anything that night.”

It takes him a minute to respond, busy pulling her sweatshirt over her head. “Anniversary of the first time I jerked off to the memory of you wriggling around in my lap.” She can’t continue with her questioning, preoccupied by her boyfriend sucking and pinching her nipples.

Which got them here.

Mary, riding him on the same pink couch where she almost did exactly two years earlier, shifted one cushion to the right so Bradley can plant his feet on the floor.

“Bradley!” She can feel his smile get bigger; he loves it when she moans his name.

“What, Mary? What’s wrong, honey?” He teases as he pulls away from the sensitive spot near her collarbone, flexing his hips up to meet hers as she bounces on his lap for the sole purpose of hearing her breath hitch.

“Fuck! Do that again!” Her thighs are burning, and she’s so close it’ll hardly take anything to send her over the edge.

“Do what?” He stops all movement, smile turning a little mean when she lets out a desperate whine and pulls at his hair. “No, that’s not gonna work this time, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Wanna cum, Bradley.” She’s almost begging, and she will if that’s what it takes.

He smirks. “So keep moving, honey, I ain’t stopping ya.”

“I can’t; my legs are too tired. Feel like jello.” She leans forward, tucking her face into his neck and rocking her hips a bit, hoping to entice him into taking over. “Need help.”

Her tone is sad enough that he pulls her out of his neck to check-in. “Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, just can’t keep riding you right now.”

He gently kisses her. “Okay, I got you, baby doll. Let's switch ourselves around here.”

His plan for tonight is to enjoy themselves the way they didn’t get to before, not tease her to the point of tears.

He helps her move off his lap, the squelch of them parting making her face burn as she stands between his legs. “Fuck, you’re so wet, honey.”

Bradley scoots to the edge of the couch, tapping her thigh and pressing a kiss to her stomach when she complies with his silent request to spread her legs. He can’t help but grin and laugh when, a second later, her nails are digging into his shoulders. An instinctual reaction to her knees buckling as he plays with her clit.

“That feel good, sweetheart?”

“Would feel better if you were inside of me.” The effect of her snark is negated by the breathlessness of her voice.

He stands up, nudging her back to make room, and groans when she wraps a hand around him. “I thought you wanted me inside you. Can’t do that if you don’t lay down.”

She reluctantly lets go and lays on the chaise, shimmying back to make enough room for him to join her. “Can’t help it, you’re just so hard- oh! Bradley!” She moans as he rubs the head of his dick against her clit.

“I gotcha, I gotcha… fuck. You always feel so good for me, baby.” He moans as he slides back inside her. “You still close?”

She nods, breath escaping her as he starts moving. He grabs her left hand, intertwining their fingers and supporting himself on his elbows so he can drop down closer. He focuses on hitting deeper spots, moving slower than usual so he can continue kissing the love of his life.

“Bradley… I need to-” She cuts herself off at a particularly deep thrust, moaning into his mouth.

“Whatever you need, honey. Do it.” He doesn’t blink an eye as he feels her free hand drop from his hair and slip between them. “That’s it, you’re almost there, huh? Can feel it; you’re so tight. Play with yourself for me like a good girl.”

And that’s all it takes.

Her body tenses as she cums, mouth dropping open in a silent moan and her left thigh twitches against his side. Bradley slows down but doesn’t stop, working her through her orgasm until she squeezes his hand tight.

“How was that?” He drops down completely, letting his weight ground her as he noses against her pulse point while she comes down.

“Fuck, Bradley. Give me a second, and I’ll help you finish. How close are you?”

“Take your time, baby. Not going anywhere.”

“C‘mon. How close are you, handsome?” She pulls him to her face, murmuring the question against his lips.

“Close.” She wraps her left leg around his hip again, holding him as close as possible, and starts purposefully clenching around him. “What are you doing?”

“Want you to start moving.” She pulls her hand from his and sinks it into his hair, knowing how much he likes it when she pulls it. “Want you to cum in me.”

After those words, it only takes a few minutes for him to finish, hips stuttering and grinding against her when he feels his cum start to leak out around his dick.

“Fuck, Mary!” He huffs out. “I thought we weren’t trying to get you pregnant.”

“We’re not trying. But we’re also not, not trying.”

“You’re gonna kill me, baby doll.” Mary giggles when he all but collapses on her chest, rubbing his back while he catches his breath.

“Stop giggling, or I’m going to get hard again; between you squeezing my dick and your tits bouncing, it won’t take a lot. And then I’ll have to fuck you again.”

“Oh, no. What a shame that would be.” He looks up from her sternum, her smile making his heart skip a beat.

“It’s a good thing I find your sarcasm sexy.”

She grabs his hand again, linking their fingers and pulling him in. “I am a very lucky lady to have you love me like you do.”

“I do love you, Mary.”

“I know. I love you, too, Bradley.”

only tagging a few friends since this isn't an actual update. have a great weekend!

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[callmemrskenway]

Headcanons about Macaque with an S/O who does shadow puppets with their hands to make him laugh? Like they spot him in his shadow form and make shapes as close to him as they can without interfering with him. Things like "Watch out sugarplum! A hawk is attacking!" "This shadow dog is gonna sniff out the sweetest monkey in the world. Look at that, they found him!" "Heheh it's my honey with a bunny. If I had free hands I'd take a picture." I just need some fluff lol

- THIS IS SO SWEET!? WHAT!?

- Macaque is a very broody individual but with good reason, and I imagine that someone like him doesn't exactly laugh a lot unless he's teasing an enemy or mocking them and rubbing it in their faces.

- So when you're researching on Wikihow to make the best damn shadow puppets ever to give him a bit of joy! But you were also semi-terrified to do it because what if he got annoyed by it or thought it was weird?

- And it took a while but eventually you got the hang of it! So now time to show off your skills to your beloved Macaque!

- He rarely becomes a shadow with you, unless he's planning to playfully startle you or he's too far away so he sends his shadow to talk to you to cheer him up and keep you company. So for whatever reason, he slips underneath the tiny space underneath the floor and your door to your room, which you kept dimly lit for him but he inspected the room and you weren't anywhere in sight.

- "Look out, here comes the love bunny!"

- And he sees next to him is just a shadow puppets of a bunny. When he looks around again, you're sitting on your bed with your hands in front of your bedroom lamp.

- "I love you!" You said, making a funny voice for your "love bunny" and Macaque just kinda stares at you (at least you think he is, its hard to tell when he's in that form) and you get worried that he found this dumb but then a smile blooms on his face.

- "The love bunny had me worried for a second. I didn't see you right away."

- "I, well, I wanted to surprise you! Which...sounds really lame now that I said that outloud-"

- He is very quick to assure you that he finds it cute, which gives you a confidence boost.

- "Another reason I was hiding was because of the hawk."

- "What hawk-"

- And then you loudly and dramatically scream: "CAW! CAW!" as you turn your love bunny into a hawk. He chuckles at the sight, "Hey, that was pretty good! You must've really been practicing."

- You entertain him with little shows, now. He also finds it endearing how you always make sure that your shadow puppets never get too close to him but also, how you let him interact with him.

- Like a little shadow bunny walks up to him and he gently "pets" it and you make it's ears wiggle in happiness as you say in your little rabbit voice, "YAY!"

- You make elephants who trumpets happily and swings its trunk around. You create a sneaky panther. And you know how to apply his sense of comedy whether it be a corny lovey-dovey joke or a super dark one (there is no in between for him), he's absolutely loving this.

- When he shows up in person, whether he was handling business or something, he absolutely will give you the same welcome home cuddles but now he wants to help you with your shadow puppets or sit next to you as you two make your own little skits or you're both trying to make a super complex shadow animal.

- Like you're sitting on his lap, your hands interlocked but never too far from one another, and sometimes if you have your arms raised for a shadow puppet thing, HE WILL TAKE THAT OPPURTUNITY TO TICKLE YOU EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS YOU HATE IT.

- Overall, he loves this and he loves you so much. Like, you're the absolute light of his life and he literally looks forward to your little shadow plays and funny moments and sometimes he'll become a shadow on the wall and mess around with them too, and you're always more than happy to make him be the star of the show!

#macaque x reader lmk #lmk x reader #lmk macaque x reader #liu er mihou x reader lmk #NO BUT FR THE FLUFF IN HERE!? AH #MY H E A R T #THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT!?

[lottiecrabie]

Your blurb about the party was so good can you also do a blurb about the morning after?

iirc this was the party you were mentioning (so many pfms parties it’s hard to keep track😭 someone get these bitches into AA)

she wakes up with her stomach in her throat, the world somehow swaying under the still bed. there is no need to wonder about god anymore, questions anxiously coiling around her brain; the truth is clear: she is dead and in hell. terribly punished. justifiably punished.

she groans, rolling on her back, knocking against a warm body breathing regularly beside her. her heart drops; an awful bodily reaction, she’s now doubly dizzy.

she frowns, peeking an eye open, finding the known room in its typical mess. clothes dispersed on the ground, red fabric thrown over the lamp, books scattering along the wall, a dying plant gasping for light, vinyls carefully placed along a bookshelf. readying her poor racing heart, she turns, coming face to face with a sleeping matty.

he’s almost angelic when he’s like this, unburdened of the problems of the world, face squished on the pillow. how ironic.

she smiles, carefully raking a hand through his unruly curls, pushing them out of his face. it’s beyond reason, beyond thought; she does it and curses herself when he blinks awake.

‘hi,’ matty says, voice hoarse from sleep, smiling at her.

‘hey.’

he rubs his eye, shaking off the remnants of morpheus. yawning, he asks, ‘how are you feeling?’

‘like armageddon.’

matty rolls his eyes. ‘you’re dramatic.’

‘no, no. this is the end of times.’

‘well,’ matty says, and he takes sneaks an arm under her neck, tugging her into his shoulder, ‘then the apocalypse mustn’t be so bad. i’m having a lovely time.’

she tries to pretend like every particule isn’t electrified by his closeness, dizzyingly repeating to herself all the inches of skin that touch him. she’d never thought— she’d never let herself dream of holding him again. she blushes, burying her head in his shoulder.

‘did you mean it?’ matty whispers.

she freezes in his arms, anxiety shooting up again. hell, armageddon, the end of times; she was all right. ‘about what?’

‘missing me.’

the truth slithers on her tongue. it’s sweet tasted— fruity, even. her breath hitches, as does his. the seconds pass by.

‘yes.’

one, two, three— the world ticks on, but just barely. she counts the beats of his heart to distract herself.

‘me too.’

she smiles, raising her head, chin digging in his shoulder as she stares at him. ‘really?’

‘is it so hard to believe?’

‘well, i don’t know. i was—‘

matty tuts. ‘no, no. not of that. i don’t want to hear it.’ he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, grinning warmly. ‘i’m glad you’re here.’

the world sways, but it’s some languid move, rocking them back and forth. ‘i’m glad i’m here, too.’

matty rolls her to her back, draping over her with a smirk. ‘well, i believe i promised you some teasing,’ he says, kissing down her neck. she laughs giddily, taking her shirt off, brushing his hair back.

maybe there’s the end of times somewhere— miles, feet, inches away. but not in this room. not when he’s here. not when he’s real beneath her palms.

#rare crabie fluff sight #pray for my soul #blurb #ask

[waaayoutofline]

Daylight

Stella x Beatrix (Winx Fate)

Prompts: Fluff. Like a lot of it.

Summary: Stella has been glued to her phone for weeks now.And the girls just want to find who is the person that makes the light fairy’s magic go chaotic.

Warnings: None. Well, does some inappropriate language count?

Word count: 1574 words

It’s a Friday’s night, the cold weather has already settled in. Stella is happily tucked away on the couch, in a fluffy pale pink blanket. An untouched, barely hot cocoa cup rests on the coffee table, totally neglected by the blonde girl that only seemed to haver her attention on her phone.

She was also totally unaware of the five stares burning on her. And no, it’s not because she’s a princess and consequently always has someone looking at her, and consequently, is used to it. It was because of the unknown person on the other side of the chat that pulled her sole focus like a magnet, eyes not leaving the device for a second.

Whoever it was made Stella grin like an idiot, a faint blush adorning her cheeks, sometimes growing all the way up to the tips of her ears anytime her eyes scanned the screen. And while Musa has her power weakened because of the bracelets on, she still got the buzzing, warm and tingly feeling that only a person in love feels. The feeling is so sweet and intense that she wants to barf, she doesn’t want to image what would it be like without her bracelets.

Her friends have never seen her like that, all giddy and smiley. The usual neutral and composed masked crumbling into pieces when she gets a text.

Not only that, but her magic has been quite… erratic.

All week the girls have been startled by Stella, that activated her invisibility without her noticing right in the middle of campus. Her happiness is quite literally making her glow, it makes her like a portable sun, which is troublesome at night. But Flora was getting the worst part of it, as her night stand lamps started shining so bright that the bulbs exploded four days ago. Now all the lights in their suit seem to be following the same destiny.

Still, the girls decided to give Stella some time for her to come around. After all, they knew how hard it was for the girl to let her guard down. But then again all this prior mentioned things are getting even worse. The curiosity is eating them alive, growing each time that the damned “ping” has Stella furiously searching for her phone (the very few times she doesn’t have it with her, at least).

“Alright, this is killing me!” Bloom starts, tired of waiting for someone to speak up. “Who are you taking to Stella?” She asks, but the girl in question doesn't seem to pay any attention. The girls huff, Aisha rolls her eyes before standing up to pull the blanket from her. Stella yelps, eyes finally leaving the screen to look indignantly at Aisha.

“What's your damage?” She protests, trying to grab it, but failing when the water fairy pulls it away completely.

“Now, THIS is how you get her attention.” Aisha remarks at the other fairies and goes back to her seat, totally unfazed by Stella’s glare.

“And why exactly do you want it so badly?” Stella addresses, dramatically bringing her knees up to hug them.

“We literally asked you barely one minute ago” Musa says in amusement. Stella huffs again.

“You just weren’t paying attention because you were texting. Like you do quite a lot lately.” Bloom remarks. Stella looks at them, unimpressed.

“And your point is?”

“Who is this mysterious lover of yours?” She finally asks, a sly smile on her face that didn't fail to grow Stella’s annoyance. But as much as she tries to put on a poker face, her body tail tells her when a scarlet blush covers her cheeks and neck. When they see this, all the girls squeak and run to her, making a circle like some children around a storyteller. Stella has no escape.

“So there is! I told you.” Aisha chants. “You have to tell us. Who is it?

And automatically, she's been shot by questions. “Is he your boyfriend?” “Are you two dating?“For how long?” “Is it a specialist or a fairy?” “Where did you two meet”? “Do we know him?” The list goes on and Stella feels overwhelmed.

Because she isn’t texting some random guy. She is texting Beatrix. Her not so recent friend. The friend that she has been low-key, hiding from the girls in fear of their reaction. Especially from Bloom.

Since Beatrix approached her with the need of a drink, the two of them have been hanging out a lot. In the office, in the dungeons, the campus when dark. All these last nights have been spent with her company. They have grown on each other, and loved to be in each other's company when all the other students weren’t around to point at their odd relationship. The mean girl and the princes? Scandal. She didn’t need her mother to point her, as she called it, “associates”.

So while the two interact sometimes in daylight, they mostly meet in the dark. These last nights have been either spent next to her or…well, texting. Stella found it hilarious when Beatrix texted her thoughts about Rosalind's agenda and Andrea's army of lapdogs. Her witty remarks and snarky commentaries never fail to make her laugh.

With Beatrix, Stella didn't feel like playing the well crafted, perfect character she has always been forced to play by her mother. Didn’t have to take care about her royal status or fancy stupid suitors with expensive cars. She didn’t need to hide any of who she truly is or feels.

In some kind of way, she has always been waiting for this. For the person that would make her forget about all the chaos in her life that attached her to the ground, for someone with whom she could trust her soul, a confident with who she could share her utmost being. She craved this intimacy, this ability to show her vulnerability with someone. Call her a romantic, but it’s true. She attributes this to the luck of emotional stability she was exposed to ever since her father passed away.

For the longest time, she thought Sky was that person, but she was terribly wrong.

Beatrix is the one she has been waiting for.

And now that she has been thinking about it, yeah, maybe she isn’t just a friend. Maybe she is so much more. But she’s still not ready to face all this overwhelming feeling, thoughts and opinions. “Oh please, there is no lover or nothing of the sorts. How would you think about such thing anyway?” Her friends look at each other before breaking in uncontrollable laughter, as if Stella just said the most amusing thing ever. Her frown deepens.

“C’mon Stella! You have been glued to that thing for ages now.” Terra debates, taking a stray tears off the corner of her eyes. “It is like...a body extension of you. So you can’t really blame us to suspect that you are talking to a special someone. Constantly. At all times, even.” Stella rolls her eyes.

“Not only that, but your magic is chaotic. Do you have any idea of how many light bulbs you have broken by now?” Flora inquires, with a not so serious face, more like mischievous. “Because my wallet sure knows.”

“You keep appearing and disappearing in the campus, like you are hiding from someone…” Musa teases. See, that is not her fault. She just gets…overwhelmed when she sees the air fairy on the school grounds, all radiant, and beautiful and…

“Okay, I get it!” Stella scoffs, not liking being called out. Yeah, maybe her magic has been a little… all over the place. And so what? It’s like Beatrix has control over her emotions lately. Not that she will confess that.

“Is no one. There is no boy. And my magic is fine. Besides, I just saw a…” Stella stutters, her brain searching for the words. “A…mime. Yeah, that.” They all send her puzzled looks. Bloom arches a brow.

“… You mean a meme?” The redhead questions in amusement. She nods, standing up while the girls are unfocused and quickly reaching the dorm.

“Yeah, exactly. Now, if you'll excuse me, I will retire for the day. Good night, ladies.” And then the door closes. The girls left with even more confused faces and way more curiosity

Stella sighs, resting against her door, her heart is racing at an alarming speed. Maybe she does have a silly crush on Beatrix. And sometimes she has the sensation that Beatrix also feels something more for her. But then again, that girl is so hard to read, it drives Stella insane sometimes. She really doesn’t want to misread all her relationship like she did with Sky and screw up over all over again. She doesn’t think she can do it again. Not with Beatrix.

Especially with Beatrix.

Exhausted, she falls in a non-princess manner on the mattress, confusion and overwhelming feelings all over the place. But then a ping sounds. And Stella heart races again, the fear that was clouding her mind leaving as she opens the phone.

“I may or may not have a bottle of that whiskey you so much love. Want to share it, princess?”

A smiles parts her lips. The light flickers before shining way too brightly.

“Oh, for fuck's sake, Stella! You are doing it again!” The girls complain, but Stella pays no mind, already daydreaming about seeing her again.

#stellatrix #winx fate #fanfic #fluff #winx stella #beatrix

[fangirlstorycreator]

Terry KK3 X Reader

Context: You are one of Terry's adult students, and one night after a bad moment with your boyfriend, Terry offers to take you home 💚

Ever since you had joined the cobra kai dojo, you have loved every moment of it, from learning how to protect yourself, to gaining more self confidence. Your sensei was Terry Silver, he was a strict sensei, with most of his students, but he never was with you. He took time for you and instead of demanding you do a karate move, he would support and help you with whatever you were struggling with. You felt safe around him, and were glad that he was your karate teacher.

However, because you were spending so much of your spare time at the dojo, your boyfriend wasnt very happy. He would text you all the time to see when he could see you, and always wanted to know if you were staying over at his place. You knew why he was like this, his only hobby pretty much, was sex. But even then, it wasnt always pleasurable for you too. One night you and he had just grabbed a bite to eat at a local fast food place, and he was driving you to a quiet spot called make out point at the top of the valley. He pulled over, turned off the engine and turned to face you.

"So baby? Wanna have a little fun?" "Ummm sure Jake but, not hear" "Do you want to sit in the back instead? It is a comfier place to have sex" "No Jake. Were out in the open hear and I dont feel comfortable doing that with you, especially in a place where anyone could see us if they drive up hear too" Jake just starts to look frustrated, and is hand grips tight against the steering wheel. "Oh come on, just let loose a little, I dont care if anyone sees us" He says as his tries to lean in and kiss you. "Jake i said i dont want to. No" "Look just let me-" He tries to unbuttoned your shirt and your pushing his hands away, but he wont stop. "Stop ot Jake! I said No!" That's when you slap his right in his face, so hard that he actually falls back in his seat.

"What the hell was that for? I was only trying to get you in the mood!" "When a woman says no, she means no! Unlock the doors Jake I'm going home" "Dont be like that, let's just make out a little and then-" "Unlock the f#cking door Jake!" He sighs and unlocks the door, and you grab your handbag and get out of the car. "I'm not going to be with someone who wont respect me, or make me feel unsafe. It's over Jake, dont ever come near me again" "Your being so dramatic. I'm mean look at where you are, your at least 8 miles away from your house with no car, its pitch black and cold out there. Just get in the car, and maybe I'll forgive you for your little outburst" "I would rather walk 100 miles in the wind and rain than get in your car. I never want to see you again!" You say as you start walking away. "Fine! But you'll be back!" He shouts back to you.

You make your way home in the dark, with the street lamps to light your way. You were hurt, and annoyed at Jake, you couldn't belive he would act like that to you. But he wasnt your problem anymore, and all you wanted to do was get home, have a good cry and maybe a few glasses of wine. It was another 5 miles until you could reach your house, and your hands were starting to feel numb from the cold. Then a few minutes later, you hear a car honk its horn from behind you, and you really hoped it wasnt Jake. It pulled up beside you, and your surprised to see who it is. "Hey Y/N! What are you doing out so late?" "Sensei Silver? Oh I'm uhh...just walking back home" "But you live the other side of the valley? Do you need a ride?"

"Oh that's very kind of you but, I'm fine" He leans over to the open window and looks you up and down. "Y/N, your hands are purple from the cold and your shaking. Plus, you look like you have been crying. I can see that your not having a good night. Come on let me take you home. It's not safe for you to be out this late on your own" Feeling the cold seep into your bones and the blisters forming on the bottom of your feet, you agree to go with him. "Thank you sensei silver" You say as you sit in the passengers seat. "Please Y/N were friends, call me Terry"

You tell him your address and he starts driving through the valley to take you home, he also puts his heaters on the let you warm up. "Its that any better?" "Yes Terry, thank you. I can feel my fingers now" You both chuckle, before he asks you "So? May I ask why your out this late tonight? And by yourself?" "Well the thing is, I broke up with my boyfriend tonight" Terry looks very concerned for you. "He took me to a place called make out point to spend some time together, but I didnt want to. And let's just say he didnt take no for an answer" "Hold on a second? Did he?!-" "No no he didnt no! He wanted to, and he tried. But I stoped him. I kind of slapped him across the face" Terry's angry face gets a little calmer. "Good for you, asshole definitely deserved it. And that's why you dumped him?"

"Yes, if he cant respect me or understand what the word no means, he doesn't deserve me" Terry smiles at you. "I couldn't agree with you more Y/N. A woman like you deserves a man who will protect you, not a little boy who makes you feel unsafe" "Thank you Terry, that's very kind of you to say" "Your welcome Y/N" About 10 minutes later, Terry is parking up outside your house. "Thank you for the lift home Terry, I really appreciate it" "Anytime Y/N. If there is anything you ever need, I will be hear for you when ever you need me" "Thank you Terry, I will be there for you too"

Just as your about to open the door to get out, your phone rings, and you see that its Jake. "Oh for god sake, I told him not to call me again" Terry gives you a mischievous look. "Would you like me to answer him? I could teach him a lesson?" "Do you know what? Yeh, you go right ahead. I don't care what you say to him" So you pass Terry the phone, and he presses the button, putting it on speaker. "Have you had a think about your stroppy outburst baby? Maybe walking back home helped you remember what your missing. You want to come over to my place and have some fun?......baby?" "Yeh...Y/N is no longer available" "Who the hell is this?" You smile as Terry talks to Jake, you can sense that Terry is going to put him in his place.

"Who is this? And why are you on Y/N's phone? Was that bitch cheating on me?-" "Ah ah ah Jakey boy, you need to watch your words now. My name is Terry Silver, perhaps you've heard of me?" You can hear Jake on the other line gulp in fear, you can hear his voice tremble. "Oh sh#t, uhhhh yes, yes I know who you are Mr Silver" "That's good, and did you know that your ex girlfriend is a close friend of mine, and she told me what happend this evening...and I'm reeeaalllyyy not happy" "Look Mr Silver I can expla-" "Shut up. Now you listen to me. If I wasnt out this evening, I wouldnt have been able to take this wonderful woman back home, after you treated her so disrespectfuly. And she would have been made to walk home in the dark and cold all by herself. I am truly amazed how you could be with such a kind hearted, sweet and beautiful woman and treat her like dirt on the bottom of your shoe. Well hears something for you to remember, a woman like her is going to have any real man begging to get the chance to be with her, and I wont allow a little runt like you to make her feel anything less than the goddess she is. So your not going to call, text or see Y/N again, and if you try....you'll have to answer to me. Understood?!"

"Yes, yes mr Silver" "Good, now delete her number and f#ck off" Terry ends the phone call and hands you back your phone. "Wow Terry, that was so amazing. Thank you for defending me, I haven't had anyone fight on my side like that" "You dont deserve someone like that putting you down, and if he tries, he will have me to deal with" "Can I... ask you something?" "Of course" "Did you really mean that stuff you said about me?" He gives you a warm smile. "Every word Y/N" You smile and look away, trying to hide your blush. You pull your keys out and reach for the car door. But before you get out, you turn back to Terry, lean over and give him a sweet kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Terry, For everything. Good night" "Good night Y/N, I'll see you in the dojo on Friday" You walk towards your house, giving him a wave, as he waves back. Then you enter the house as Terry drives off. He has a big smile across his face, and he gently strokes his cheek, right where you kissed him.

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #terry silver x reader #kk3

[asksuccubussides]

What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what Chapter 5

Masterpost of the chapters

"Ho-Ho-Holy shit Jannie, Look at this! Some cannibal shit" Virgil turned to show Janus his phone before hesitating "Shit, I didn't interrupt your studious study time right?"

Janus looked up from his computer and glanced at the clock before shrugging "Eh. You only interrupted me from disabling this bomb that's going to kill us both now but it was about time for a floor break anyway"

It was about 4 am in the middle of the night and the only light in the college library was the lamp on the table the two men were sitting by. After not being able to get a single word written down for weeks Janus had suddenly and inexplicable been hit with a ray of productivity and he'd been hyperfocused on writing for nearly 5 hours now. Virgil was laying stretched out across the table like a bored cat and was mindleesly scrolling on his phone because he probably wouldn't have slept either way.

What Janus considered a 'floor break' was him taking off his scoliosis brace and lying on his back on the floor for a while so his spine could rest. His friend rolled down from the table and laid down beside him.

"So Florida mans been at it again" Virgil started.

"Ah yes, my favorite mythical creature"

"Right so this just got in. Brand new news dude-"

"Is it from an actual source or just cryptid social media accounts?"

"An actual newspaper. Your coinfidence in my reading ability is so bloody low it's insulting"

All Janus did was nod in agreement.

"So...Dramatic pause.....This bloke got his entire arm eaten dude!"

Janus tilted his head while squinting "....Really"

"Well more like lower arm but yeah. By another human. In florida. A few hours ago. Look there's pictures"

"Dear I could go on a whole tirade about the ethics of looking at those photos but...." Virgil sent him a smirk "Alright hand it over"

The photo was of a lower arm where several chunks of skin and meat were completely missing to the point that the bone could seen at a spot. Deep bite marks had been left behind, they were so deep it hardly looked like it had been done by a human. Blood had dried all over the arm making the skin look almost rusty.

"Are you sure this was a human? Not some feral dog? They have bears in America-"

"In florida?" Virgil tapped his fingers against Janus' shoulder like creepy crawlie "What if it was a werewolf. Or a new serial killer. They do say trends come back after around 50 years and it's like 50 years since the 70's" His expression suddenly dropped and he got the anxiety eyes of doom "Oh god the cannibal guy is still out there. What if they get us?"

"We're in England Virge. The first place the mythical cannibal florida man decides to come is definitely over here" he let up into a slight smile "But it would certaintly be fun if it was a werewolf"

Virgil laughed in the quiet almost inaudible way he always did "I know right!"

--

The night air was cold enough that Remus' breathe was visible as he panted. There was still blood on his lips, on his teeth, his hands. Everywhere. There was still blood all over him from the human.

Remus had ripped and feasted on the human's arm until he'd heard people come running and even someone dialing the police. He'd been running away from there before he had even fully realized it. Sirens had blared and the blue lights of the ambulance had passed him by as he'd ran. Until he'd gotten so far away he couldn't hear any of it anymore.

He'd gotten to the train central and immediately locked himself into a bathroom and hidden there sense. The hours had wasted away under the harsh fluorescent lighting. Cleaning off the blood would probably have been the smartest thing to do but Remus had been frozen to the spot on the grimey floor. His legs had numbed from not moving for so long.

His last hope had been that eating the flesh of a human would feed him in the same way that lust did....But it had only made him heavy.

It gave the exact same effect as him eating any other food in that it only filled his stomach making him feel full for a while without giving him any energy. There weren't any tears in his eyes or anger bursting inside of him. All he felt was the loss of hope and that wasn't an emotion he could convey physically. It was like a grief he'd been holding off on for all of his life.

And if the manager found out he would be sent to heaven.

"...How much time....do I have left" He whispered out to no one but himself.

Finally he got up on his feet and almost immediately fell over because his left foot had completely fallen asleep. The sink was one of those stupid ones where the water only got turned on for about 30 seconds so he had to wave his hand around under the motion sensor over and over as he began to clean the blood off. Flesh was still stuck between his teeth, in response he dug his nails between his teeth until his gums were red and ached.

Out of paranoia he cut off parts of his hair at random without any true reason his mind could come up with aside from panicked shouts. He looked himself in the mirror before deciding to leave his bloodstained shirt behind on the toilet seat. He clutched his stomach as he looked once more. The human flesh was still inside of him. Maybe if eating the flesh hadn't come about in....in the circumstances it did he might have thought it was fun.

"They can't send Roman to heaven as well" The words slipped out of him "He hasn't broken any rules. They can't.....Well I won't fucking let them!"

Remus put his hand against the doorknob and spoke the phrase needed. It swung open and the light from the bright white hallways of the succubi quarters nearly blinded him.

He kept his head down and his walk fast as he hurried to his sleeping quarters. Somewhere at the back of his mind he tried to feel if Roman was near but all he felt was the absence of him.

The sleeping barack was nearly empty when he got there. It made sense, it was the early morning on a saturday. most succubi were probably feeding or doing the walk of shame home right now. The only two he could see were Emile and Remy laying close together in Remy's bed.

Emile was reading a book while his hand playfully stroked his lover's hair. Remy's eyelids were drooping, close to shutting, as they laid with their head against his chest. Their peace and quiet was unraveled in an instant as Emile abruptly sat up as soon as he saw Remus.

"Rem-bem! You're back! Are you alright? Your sight hasn't gone bad again has it?"

"My eyes are fine. Has Oran- The manager been here?"

'Girl why the hell would he have been here?' Remy asked while Emile pulled Remus into a tight hug.

"I don't fucking know! To take away more of my sense!? I bet he's having a spa day down where wherever the Dominion demons live!"

"They like totally have a lava pool" Remy said with hatred in their voice.

"And a fancy library aww" Emile stared out dreamily for a moment before shaking his head and continuing "Don't worry about the manager Rembem! We'll protect you no matter what!"

'Yeah. Like that kid with the blue forehead tattoo'

"Indeed!" Emile took Remy's hand in his and smiled "We'll protect you like Aang!"

Remus could feel something sour building up at the back of his throat "....Sure. I'll-"

"Roman regretted what she said as soon as she left!" Emile interrupted "Just so you know! She seemed really apologetic. I'm not implying you don't get to be mad, I simply wanted to give you all the information available. Anger is a very valid emotion to feel so don't f-"

"I already got all the mad out by...tearing into a....tree...Many trees...Like I fucked up an entire forest.........So. I'mma just go sleep now"

He could feel Remy's gaze staring holes into his back as he went to his bed. He rolled his eyes before turning around to see them signing to him.

'Did something happen?'

'Yeah. My brother said I was a parasite made for incest and nothing else' Remus snarked back.

'Girl you know I mean on earth. You're all-'

'I fed. I always get grumpy after I feed'

'Not like this' Remy got close to him so Remus took a step back 'What happened?'

Remus let up into a snarl "I don't know. Do you want to tell me why your boytoy don't have a tail or wings like the rests of us! Wanna say what kind of demon he is!?"

Emile tried to step in between them "Maybe we should all just calm down and respect each other's bounda-"

"What happened?" Remy asked once more without letting go off Remus' gaze.

"Why's your hair white? What did you get Punished for?!"

"I never got Punished"

Remus laughed "WE ALL KNOW YOU WERE PUNISHED FOR SOMETHING REMY! We all just pretend we don't to be fucking nice!" Remy averted their eyes "Not to nice to be asked that shit huh. Fuck off and go choke on your own sunglasses!"

With that Remus turned around and hid himself away under the blanket of his bed. He could hear the faint sounds of the lovers stirring somewhere close by before leaving eventually. He fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

---

There was a dead bird in Janus' dorm. He wasn't sure when or how it had gotten there but when he'd woken up it had been laying there on the floor. His whole body felt weighed down into the sheets as if it had been filled with lead but he knew he had to move the carcass or else it would start smelling.

Brainfog was making all his thoughts move slowly and out of order to the point that he nearly forgot to put on gloves before carefully picking up the bird and holding it close to his chest. He didn't even remember to put on shoes or his back brace before dragging himself out of the dorm. The only thing he grabbed was a small shovel while hoping not to many people were in the hallways.

Luckily enough his dorm laid close to an exit that lead out into the space beyond the college's borders. The finely machine cut grass changed into unkept weedlings and moss with tree roots sticking out. Eventually he found a spot shaded by a large tree and sat down under it.

"I'm sorry dear little bird. I wish I could tell your kind to keep away from me" Janus said as he dug a small hole in the ground "Death can't seem to get enough of me"

He simply sat by the grave for a few minutes after filling it up with dirt. Once he moved to stand he could swear he saw a nearly identical bird sitting in the tree above him but every bird looked sort of the same to him. The only animals he had any sort of knowledge on were snakes and humans.

It was only on the short walk back to the dorm that he realized he was missing his shoes, brace and he hadn't even taken off his night bonnet before leaving the dorm. He closed the blinds to shut the midday light out before taking off the bonnet and braiding his dreadlocks into a thick braid so none of it got in the way for his skin routine. He and Virgil had bought a mirror just so Janus could do his routine without having to stand in the grubby shared bathrooms honestly. That and Virgil's eyeliner.

He put on some jazz, pulled out all his different creams, set up the mirror and made himself comfortable by the desk. The scar taking up most of the space on the right side of his face went between hues of red and purple. Even after all these years it still stuck out jagged and uneven from the rest of his face.

Something wet dropped down onto his finger as he put a cream on his cheek. Even though he was staring at himself in the mirror it still took him a few dumbfounded seconds until he was able to process what it was.

There was blood dripping down like tears from his right eye. It was coming out the tear duct even.

Janus wiped it away but the blood just kept coming. He tried to stay calm as he grabbed his phone and called bascially the only number he ever called.

"Virge?"

"Jannie I was about to call you anyway. Are we still buying oat milk or did we agree to go back to whole milk?" Virgil replied.

"There is blood coming out of my eye"

"Dude I can't decipher what level of sarcasm that is nor how that is supposed to tell me which milk to buy"

"There is literally blood coming out of my eye"

"For real??" He could hear Virgil's breathing immediately getting faster.

"It's coming from my tear duct. I haven't cut it open by accident, don't worry"

"Don't worry?! What if you have a brain tumor!? Or what if it's a sign of sudden extreme stroke! Or locked in disease! Don't fall asleep! Wait I'm looking it up on google-"

"Virge-"

"Google says it's a symptom of like So many diseases. Jannie you can't die on me here!"

"Virge-"

"Did you take your meds??"

"They're antidepressants! Oh! Of course! the very famous side effect of forgetting anti depressants for a day is eye bleeding! Can you just come over here before I have to be the one to calm you down?"

"Oh. Oh right. Yeah. Yeah I'm on my way. I'm just gonna- Yeah. Yeah I'm coming. Uhhh don't die please"

"I'll try my best" Janus snarked.

Five minutes later Virgil came running into their dorm with his breathe caught in his throat. Janus had been holding a cotton ball against his eye to try and stop the bloodflow but he stood up when he saw his friend come in.

"Are you okay? Anything changed?" Virgil spat out between heavy breathes.

"Still the same"

Virgil cupped Janus' cheeks and tilted his head back. Jan moved his hands onto his friend's waist.

"And your eyesights alright?"

"Mostly. A bit pinker than usual"

"Close your eyes" Virgil carefully trailed his hand up along Janus' face and wiped his finger across his closed eyelid "Feeling any better now?"

Janus blinked a few times before looking in the mirror and wiping away the remaining blood. None more came to which he sighed a breathe of relief.

"Of course! I had to lean my head back" Janus exclaimed "Makes sense. My veins must have been mixed up somehow, like when you swallow water into the wrong part of your throat"

Virgil's hands had stayed mid air where Janus' face just had been. His fingers began to fiddle with the end of one his friend's dreadlocks "Did you braid it yourself?"

"What?" Janus was still focused on the whole eye thing "Oh. My hair? No a hairdresser broke into our dorm and did it while I slept. Of course it was me. You've seen me like this before"

"It looks good"

"I'm aware. There was another dead bird here when I woke up. I buried it"

"It must be some fucker throwing it in through the window" Virgil said while going to fill up a glass of water "Don't forget the meds by the way"

He did a little nod while taking the glass before shuffling around in the drawer for his antidepressants "The window has a lock though"

"Everyones got that one friend who's really good at picking locks nowadays" Virgil sat down crosslegged on top of the desk and continued to fiddle with one of Jan's dreadlocks.

"Maybe there's some smell in our room that makes the animals want to come here. You don't happen to have any horrible stenches lying around?"

"Or we're haunted!"

"You shouldn't say that so happily"

---

Remus' bed was weightened down as someone sat down beside him. He ignored it to keep feeling sorry for himself in the little blanket cocoon he'd rolled himself into.

"Dukey?" It was Roman's voice.

It made Remus at least peep his head up from the blanket. His brother held out a deck of cards to him while trying to muster an apologetic smile. Her nose was still bruised and slightly crooked from their fight.

"Want to play uno?" An attempt at forgiveness in the most sibling way possible "If you win I'll let you eat the cards and everything"

Remus took the deck of cards in his hands and looked at it in silence. The taste of human flesh filled his mouth as he gulped "You didn't show up"

"I was upset...I was tired of having to take care of you after every time you fed...I wanted to make a point I guess.."

"Yeah well you didn't fucking show up!" Remus threw the cards at him before yelling "You can go shove those cards up your ass!!"

Roman didn't even try to argue back. He picked up the cards in silence before leaving. Remus could feel something disappearing in his chest as his brother went back to earth.

The taste of flesh filled his entire throat as he hid under the blankets once more. There was no way for him to survive without seducing humans. It kept repeating in his mind along with the threat of heaven fast approching. Every time someone walked by he jumped at the chance of it being the manager.

He was so sure that if the manager saw Roman close to him she would get Punished as well.

---

The same day Remy climbed into Remus' bed and laid down next to the blanket cocoon that was him. They didn't say anything, not even for hours, they just laid there next to him.

Some of the other succubi returned home for the day and the room became filled with chatter. Groups of gossip, music playing from speakers and dialogue from tv shows. A new hit show had apparently come from the greed circle. An argument broke out between those who prefered shows made by pride demons against greed demon fans.

The night continued and the slight warmth of Remy's body still didn't move away. The room turned a bit quieter for the sake of the succubi who liked sleeping. A few of the succubi let up into whistles and teasing as a succubi couple sneaked away to the corner where they'd hung up a curtain for private time.

It nearly took until morning until Remus let his hand wander outside the blanket and moved to press his pinkie against Remy's. They gently took his hand in theirs and squeezed tight.

He held up the blanket to let Remy inside while holding his finger over his mouth 'I gotta tell you something' He signed 'No one can see us right?'

'Girl we're literally under a blanket. Demons don't have see through vision stupid' They replied.

Remus held up his hands, ready to sign, but hesitated on what to say. Or how to start rather.

'I attacked a human'

Remy took a deep breathe and he could practically see as they thought through the implications 'How bad?'

'I ripped into their arm dude. An ambulance came'

They parsed their lips as if to speak before closing their mouth again 'Why is like a totally dumb question aint it'

But Remus still responded since he hadn't been able to talk to anyone about it 'I fed on like 6 people I think. I wanted to- I was mad- I wanted to punch Romans mind out- the manager- I- I dunno'

'6? Girl no. Thats a lot even like for normal succubi'

'I dunno. And- And Roman didnt come get me. He always does! And and then this human came and I wanted to go home. I just wanted to go home Remy. Yknow? I didnt- I thought maybe I could sustain myself on humans and the human was- I tried to get away at first I did but then- I thought I could feed in my own way- But it didnt work. I didnt fed I just ripped and-'

Remy grabbed ahold of his shoulders "Hey" They whispered "Me and Emile said we were gonna protect you. We weren't lying" They switched back to signing 'No one will know. If you say so not even Emile will know'

Remus leant his forehead against the nape of their neck and took a few long shaking breathes before looking into their eyes 'Do you think I could survive heaven?'

'Dont- Girl dont even-'

'I mean I could slaughter my way out right? I know all about violence! I could get out right? If Patton could-'

'We dont even know if Patton is real!'

'Of course he is! If he survived heaven- If he made it back so can I! Youre older than me! You should know if Patton is real or not! Youve never not said hes real!'

'How am I supposed to fucking know! Everyones been telling us bout him since before I was even fucking made!'

'I could survive it!'

'What would you get back to?! The manager would just send you to heaven again!'

'I run away! I- I find a place on earth!'

'You hate earth'

'Yeah well I would hate being dead more!'

Remy abruptly stopped the conversation by hugging him tightly. So tight their fingers dug into his skin. Remus held them just as tight.

'Roman wont get Punished as well? Right?.....Right?'

'...Of course...Of course not...'

Remus' hands shook ever so slightly as he signed 'Roman would miss me...right?'

Remy grabbed his hands and whispered "Don't talk like that. We won't let it happen! You're not going to heaven! You're staying right fucking here! You hear me!?"

"You didn't answer the question"

"Of fucking course Roman's gonna miss you! We're all gonna miss you!"

"I'm the reason our squadron's in the shit"

"And!? That don't matter! You're not leaving us!"

They hugged him again and buried their face against his shoulder so he wouldn't see the tears in their eyes.

"You're not leaving us"

#sanders sides #remus sanders #thomas sanders #tss #remy sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #what if you were an asexual succubus wouldnt that be fucked up or what

[autumnalwalker]

Empty Names - 3 - Dance Partners

Author's Note: The third of four character intro chapters. One half monster movie chase scene, one half extended fight scene, so a bit more violent than the last chapter, but not by much, with the bloodiest part left implied off-screen. Word Count: 4,108 Content Warnings: Genre-typical violence. Blood. Broken bones (brief mention). Death (off-screen). Loss of control of a motor vehicle. Once again, if anyone reads this and sees something that I should have included a content warning for, let me know and I'll go back and add it.

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A girl in a prom dress stood crying at the edge of a moonlit lake.  Her date stood her up.  She lied to her papa when she asked to borrow his pickup, saying she would go to the school on her own anyway.

*******

Eris runs through her warmup stretches in a red tracksuit on the edge of a moonlit lake.  Her dance partner should be here any time now.  She glances back at her van in consideration before deciding she has all she needs for tonight.

*******

The girl realized her makeup was running.  Not that all the hours she’d spent over the past two years perfecting it had made a difference in the end.  All the blush and mascara in the world wouldn’t change the fact that she was a tall freak with big arms and callused hands.  The fact that she’d been asked out at all was probably a prank.

Still, the feeling of her work from earlier in the evening coming undone  was enough to spur her into reining in her tears at least a little.  She’d come out to the lake to make herself feel better, so that’s what she was going to do.  She wiped away her tears, ignored the cleaning fees the smudged makeup on her dress was going to incur, and tried to take in the natural beauty she’d come here for.  And then tried not to feel hurt all over again when she noticed the couple making out further down the shore.

But what was that shape in the water moving toward them?

*******

Eris looks out over the lake.  Still no sign of her dance partner.  Perhaps he’s hiding and waiting for her to find him.  It wouldn’t be the first time he tried to surprise her like that.

But where if not right here at the edge of the water?  The visitor center?  No, the two of them had made a mess of that place just last year and he liked to change things up.  The camp cabins?  Maybe, but that’s further from the water than he usually prefers and she’d already verified that no one was booked to be staying there tonight, so it wasn’t likely he’d be there getting started early with someone else.  Oh, maybe the boathouse.  “Closed for renovations” signs have always been like invitations for him.

After making her way over to the boathouse she pauses in front of the smudged glass door and indulges a passing whimsy to strike a pose in the pool of yellow light beneath a flickering incandescent lamp.  She likes to think she cuts an intimidating figure, standing taller than most men, muscles gained from a decade of vigorous training and demanding work bulging against the tracksuit as she flexes, and eagerly grinning teeth catching the light just so.  Yes, dramatically posing like this is definitely cool and intimidating, and not silly in the slightest.

But enough of that, there’s a dance to be had.

*******

The girl walked down the shore to get a better look at the shape in the water, drawn by morbid curiosity and a vague sense of dread.  It wasn’t the distraction from her woes she’d come to the lake looking for, but she’d take it all the same.

At first it was just an odd ripple in the otherwise placid dark water.  Probably just a duck, or maybe a turtle.  Hard to tell from the distance she was at, but something felt off about it.  As she got closer to the couple and the thing in the water got closer to the shore it seemed to get bigger.  Or had it just been mostly underwater and was starting to surface?  A gator?

The girl was hardly fifty feet away from the couple who were too busy working their hands under each other's clothes to notice her approach when the thing in the water breached the surface.  It was a man, or so she thought at first.  A deathly pale man with a glistening bald head rising up from the lake.  But, why did his skin have a greenish tinge to it?  And his face!  What man has lips that wrap around the full length of his jaw?

The girl froze as she saw the man - the creature - walk out of the lake.  Once its gaunt and bare chest was above the water it raised an arm toward the couple on the shore and made a grasping motion with its too-long fingers.  A too-long tongue stretched down past a too-sharp chin as it licked its too-wide lips before opening its maw to reveal its far, far too-numerous teeth.

*******

Eris tries the door and finds it locked.  Disappointed but not surprised, she pulls harder on the handle until the old timber of the doorframe splinters and tears off in a chunk to allow the door to swing open.  She figures it’s not a big deal since the place is getting renovated anyway.

Nothing happens when she tries the lightswitch just inside.  She debates for a moment on whether to go looking for a circuit breaker before pulling a metal flashlight from a pocket and opting to just use that.  Swinging the beam of light around the room, it looks like the renovations have just gotten started.  The plastic kayaks stacked against the far wall haven’t been moved out yet and it’s the same old half-rotten safety railing around the water in the center, but the rental counter and the old containers of fishing equipment that used to line the near wall have been torn away leaving only sawdust and splinters.

An unexpected pang of nostalgia hits Eris as the memory of a childhood summer’s day out on the lake with her papa risen unbidden.  She pushes it away.

Stepping further inside, it doesn’t look like the equipment the renovation crew left behind has been disturbed.  Nor have the locks on the double doors leading out to the lake.  Not that that means much.  Eris looks up, scanning the rafters with the flashlight just in case her dance partner’s decided to really mix things up this year.  Nothing but cobwebs.  That just leaves the obvious hiding place.

Leaning over the safety rail to look into the water, Eris fails to make out anything beneath.  The green-brown murk is too cloudy for the flashlight to pierce.  Eris grins.  It wouldn’t be cloudy like that if there wasn’t something down there stirring it up.  She walks over to a pallet of un-rotted lumber and places the flashlight down on top of it before taking her place at the kayak-side boarding section of the dock without the railing.

A pale, scale-covered hand darts out of the water and grabs her ankle.

“Got you,” Eris says.

*******

The girl did not think about what she was doing when she called out.  Not the first time to get the couple’s attention, and not the second time to warn them of the unnatural thing coming from the water.  Nor did the ramifications on her own safety cross her mind when she picked up a stone and threw it at the creature that was coming faster now toward the couple who was too busy screaming to run.

Such thoughts came after the stone collided with the creature’s head, causing it to recoil momentarily before turning to set its sights on her.  The moment between realizing what she’d just brought upon herself and turning to flee was the first time the girl ever swore aloud.

*******

Eris braces herself against the hand’s attempt to pull her into the water.  Between tugs she bends down and snaps a makeshift stake from the dock’s planking.  Grabbing the wrist of the thing grabbing her with one hand, she stabs and tears the fleshy webbing between the fingers around her ankle with the other.  The moment the hand from the water lets go in pain Eris drops the splintered wood and takes hold of its wrist with both hands.

She gives a wordless shout of exertion and thrill as she hauls her dance partner out of the water.  She adjusts her grip as she lifts until one hand finds purchase on a bony plate near its midsection, enabling her to transition the maneuver into a suplex as she leans back.  They both hit the boathouse floor to the sound of cracking wood and tumbling kayaks.  Eris rolls out of the way of the latter and to her feet.  Sidestepping out of the flashlight’s beam, she lets her dance partner have the spotlight for a moment.

The creature’s thrashing soon gets it out from under the pile of neon pink and yellow boats and off of its turtle-shelled back.  It leans forward on arms long enough to press its palms flat to the floor while still remaining mostly upright.  A pale green slime drips from the parts of its body not covered in scale or shell.  It locks its gaze on Eris, pupils contracting into slits from the light, and a deep low hiss escapes its elongated toothy snout.

“Damn,” Eris says as if in response, “you get uglier and dumber every year.”

*******

The girl glanced back over her shoulder as she ran.  The pale man was fully out of the water now and chasing after her.  She didn’t see the couple.  

She put her eyes back forward and focused on not tripping over the stupid dress she never should have rented.  Now she just needed to get back to the truck in the visitor center parking lot and drive away to safety.  And then maybe call the police or something.  But would they even believe her?  She pushed the thought aside.  She could worry about that after she got away.

“Why are you running?” said a voice from behind her.  The words came out slurred and wet.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  I just want to talk.”

The girl chanced another look behind her.  The pale man was closer now and hardly showing any effort.  She tried to push herself to go faster despite her burning lungs, only to trip and fall.  The gargling noise from behind her was barely recognizable as laughter.

“Okay, it might hurt a little, but I promise it won’t last long.”

*******

Eris readies herself for the beast’s expected charge.  When it instead throws a kayak at her she recognizes the maneuver for the feint it is, catching the airborne boat and repurposing it from makeshift projectile to makeshift club as she swings at the momentary blind spot in her field of view.  The creature, now right on top of her, slaps the kayak from her grapes, sending it into the water.

A roar and their dance finally begins in earnest.  As her dance partner flails its long arms about in swipes that shatter safety railing and scatter construction equipment Eris darts in and out.  Jab the soft spot, jump back out of reach.  Kick the knee with a steel-toed boot, duck the bite.  Uppercut the jaw, block the retaliatory punch.  Repeat.

But the back and forth quickly becomes more back than forth for the monster hunter.  There are fewer soft spots to hit this year, limiting her directions of attack.  The scales are rougher this time around, tearing her sleeves and scraping her arms when she tries to block.  Slowly but surely, Eris is being pushed backward around the U shape of the boathouse floor until the two of them pass the door she came in from.

With little space left to retreat to, Eris goes for a blow to the head that sends her dance partner stumbling into the wall and opens room for her to run back around to the other side.  She’s between the creature and the water when it grabs her by the neck and lifts her off her feet.

Only slightly off-plan.

*******

The girl felt clammy hands grasp her shoulders and haul her to her feet.  The hands spun her around until she was face to toothy face with the pale man.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to throw rocks at people?” the man asked, making the girl gag from the smell of pondscum and rotten meat on his breath.  “Naughty girls like you should be taught a lesson.”  The grip on the girl’s shoulders tightened until the ragged nails drew blood.  “Just hold still and it will all be over soon.”

The pale man opened his mouth wider than any human could and began inching toward the girl’s face.  The long tongue extended from the maw to get a taste of what it was about to bite.  

Just as the tongue was about to touch her, the girl’s uppercut to the pale man’s chin slammed his jaw shut on top of it.  The man - no, the monster - howled in pain and surprise, letting go of the girl to grasp at his - its - injury.  

The girl wasted no time in running, nor did she look back this time as the thing behind her hurled slurred curses.  The light from the parking lot was just ahead.  And there, in the middle of the empty expanse of asphalt and yellow street lamps was her papa’s truck.

*******

Eris struggles against the hand around her throat, grasping at the fingers and trying to prise them loose.  She manages just enough to take a breath and whistle a single loud sustained note.

At her signal a blade of orange light erupts from the wall behind the creature.  It notices and moves out of the way just in time to avoid the blade passing through its neck but its shoulder is still clipped.  As the blade passes through flesh and then retracts back into the wall it leaves no mark on either and yet the arm holding Eris drops to the creature’s side, limp and useless.  She takes the opportunity presented by her dance partner staring stupefied at its numb appendage to retreat out the door.

“Are you alright?” a resonant voice asks as Eris runs outside.

Eris looks over at the figure in purple and green armor standing next to the boathouse.  Between the reflective faceplate and the glowing blade in hand the ensemble’s always struck Eris as more combat robot than medieval knight.

“I’m fine, but you missed its neck,” she pants as she rubs her own bruised neck.  “Got the shoulder though, so thanks for the assist there, Road.”

“That’s the sneak attack plan out then,” he says.  “Next best plan is likely-”

Road’s plan is cut off mid sentence by a hand bursting from the wall behind him, grabbing his helmet and pulling him through the wall, leaving a gaping dark hole in the side of the boathouse.  From the outside Eris hears another roar, followed by the sound of metal being dragged along splintering wood, and then finally the shattering of glass as Road is hurled back out through the closed door.  Eris sidesteps as he flies past, hits the ground, rolls, and comes to a stop in a dramatically posed crouch.  He only wobbles slightly as he staggers to his feet.

“As I was saying,” Road continues, “Plan B is we draw it out here where we have room to move and then keep slicing and pummeling it until it stops moving.”

Eris slams fist and palm together and grins.  “The best plan.”

*******

The girl was surprised at how steady her hands were as she punched in the keyless entry code for the pickup.  She was the most scared she’d ever been in her life and yet there was something else.  Relief at having gotten away?  Excitement?  Thrill?  A feeling of power after having stared death in the eye then punched it in the face?  She smirked as she opened the door and climbed inside.  That last one had a nice ring to it.

Fish out the keys, start the engine, buckle her seatbelt, change the radio to something less sad, and she was off.  Or so she thought until she felt a bump backing out of the parking spot.  The girl looked in the rearview mirror and saw her pursuer once more, now holding onto the back of the truck.  She changed gears and pressed the gas, speeding forward and bouncing over the parking blocks between the spaces.  

After swerving back and forth across the parking lanes and back to the road out the girl checked the mirror again.  Her stomach dropped to see the pale man had climbed into the bed of the pickup and was now slowly making its way toward the cab.  She floored the acceleration, but it only made the inhuman thing wobble for a moment before regaining its balance and continuing to get closer.

How much longer did she have?  Surely it wouldn’t stick with her if she got to a busy part of town with witnesses.  Would it?  The truck was getting hard to handle at this speed on the winding backwoods road in the dark.  She was too busy just watching the pavement to pay attention to the speedometer, but she had to be at least double the speed limit by now.

And then she heard the thump on the roof as the creature climbed on top.  And then the banging on the window from a pale fist she could just make out from her peripheral vision.  And then she almost didn’t see the sharp turn in the road ahead.

The girl swore aloud for a second time that she hoped wouldn’t be her last.

She slammed the brakes and turned the wheel as hard as she could.  The truck began fishtailing.  Tires squealed.  Inertia took over.  Her seatbelt strained.  The pale man was flung from the roof into the darkness.  She felt the truck go offroad and then back on.

She was breathing hard when the truck finally came to a stop facing nearing the direction it had come from.  And there, in the headlights was the crumpled body of the pale man where it had slammed into a tree.  The girl's racing heart skipped a beat when the thing stood back up.

Once more, she did not stop to think as she hit the gas to ram the creature.

*******

Eris jumps back from yet another swipe of the creature’s arms.  “How long did you say that toy of yours is supposed to stun for?” she shouts to Road.

He dodges a glob of noxious fluid being spat at him.  “An hour or two, usually,” he replies.

“So why’s this guy recovering after a few seconds?”

“Undeath, regeneration, slime coating dispersing the beam.  Could be any or all of that.”

They’ve been at this for minutes now, and they’re both starting to tire.  Meanwhile, even contending with both of them at once, Eris’s annual dance partner is still going strong.  Broken bones, cracked shell, paralyzed limbs, all of them heal before their eyes too quickly to make a difference.  Not to mention the creature’s figured out the trick of  twisting its torso hard enough to smack them around even with limp arms.  Add in the complication of trying to keep it from escaping back into the lake and trying to bring it in alive for once starts to feel more trouble than it’s worth.

“Time to stab it in the head and be done with it then?”  Eris suggests as she and Road begin circling the creature from out of reach.

“You told me this guy comes back stronger every year.  Do you really want to see what’s worse than this?”

“The neck then.  Stun it all at once.”

“Been trying, but I think he’s picked up on that and I haven’t been able to get a clear shot.”  Road goes silent for a moment, considering.  “Plan C, you try to pin him,” he shouts as he charges the creature to get its attention.

While Road attacks with a ferocity heedless of any pretense of self-preservation, Eris slowly moves in, careful to keep out of the creature’s peripheral vision, and waits for her opportunity.  That opportunity soon arrives as Road disables one of the creature’s arms at the cost of several plates being torn from his armor.  Taking a step back, he leaves himself open for the creature to strike at his exposed torso.  The creature rears back and raises its good arm just as Eris slams into it from behind and knocks it to the ground with her on top of it.  She takes hold of its arm before it can raise itself back off the ground and pulls it toward her with a satisfying snap.

The dance ends with the sound of once last roar as Road steps forward and plunges the blade of light into the creature’s neck.

*******

The girl left the engine running when she got out of the truck.  She went around to the back and opened up the metal toolbox in the pickup bed.  It didn’t take her long to find the hammer inside.  Its weight felt good in her hands.  She closed the toolbox and went back to the front where the monster was pinned between the truck’s hot grille and the tree.  She ignored its screams that cursed her name and promised eternal vengeance ending in a watery grave.

She raised the hammer.

*******

Eris brushes the ooze off her hands and slams the rear doors of her van shut.  Figuring out how to transport her old dance partner while keeping a sword with no solid blade lodged in its neck turned out to be nearly as much a challenge as the fight - and considerably less fun - but the two of them had managed in the end.  She leans on the van and looks over to where Road is sitting on the curb and whispering to his armor as he reattaches the plates that were torn off in the battle.  His face is visible now that the helmet’s retracted back into the rest of the suit.

“Thanks again for the assist,” she says, crossing her arms.  “I was getting tired of coming up with new ways to kill that bastard every year.”

Road looks up at her.  “You’re welcome,” he says with a calm smile and a voice no longer distorted from the helmet.  “I’m always happy to help.  That said, are you sure you’re alright?  You took quite a beating tonight.”

“Eh, it’s just cuts and bruises.  Nothing won’t heal up in a couple days.  I didn’t even break any bones, so I’d call it a pretty smooth hunt.  Might not be fast as our passenger here, but I heal quick.”

“I’d been meaning to ask about that.  You don’t know what he is exactly do you?”

Eris shrugs.  “Your guess is probably better than mine.  Best I’ve been able to figure out, it’s the ghost or revenant or something of some serial killer who drowned in the lake trying to run from the cops.  Seems like a dumb place to run to, but eh.  I just know I’ve been killing it for a decade now and every year it comes back on the anniversary of its death stronger and less human, and if I try to kill it in the same way twice it just gets back up again.  Hell if I know why.”

“Fascinating,” Road muses.  “I might need to come back out here again sometime and do some diving.  See what else is down there.”

The idea is enough to make Eris shiver.  “You have fun with that.  Tried fighting in the water once.  Never again.”  Eris pushes off the van and paces.  “You sure this buddy of yours can keep it alive and contained so it doesn’t come back.”

Road fits the last plate back into place, whispers something to it that Eris can’t make out and then pats the plate like one would a pet.  Hardly the weirdest interaction with their gear that Eris has seen out of a hunter.

“Sure as I can be, knowing as little as we do,” he says as he rises to his feet.  “And if he can’t, then I know he’s got the connections to find someone who can.”

“Good enough for me,” Eris says and opens up the driver-side door of the van.

“Speaking of connections,” Road says a few moments later, climbing into the back to keep an eye on their passenger, “what would you say to working together like this more often?”

*******

The girl smiled as she wiped the blood off of her face.  It turned out the trip to the lake really had been just what she needed.  Although perhaps she’d wear red the next time she tried something like this.  It would hide the stains better.

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