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My Liability, My Deadweight

Fandom: The Chronicles of Riddick

Collection/Series: My Liability, My Deadweight

Pairing: Richard B Riddick x Female Fat + Glasses Wearing Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: T (Swearing, Riddick is Riddick, violence)

Warnings: Swearing, violence towards deadly alien creatures, violence from deadly alien creatures towards the reader

Summary: None of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be on a holiday resort planet, relaxing by glistening waters and forgetting your troubles. Not traipsing through a deadly jungle on an uncharted planet with a just as deadly companion who seems torn between helping you and hating you.

Notes: So I guess this is going to be similar to Western AU Din in that i’ll probably write some stuff in the same sort of world/vein as this. I’m just interested in the idea of Riddick with a reader who is the opposite of a survivalist, who isn’t fit or strong, who is scared. The idea of Furyans having mates or soulmates that they don’t really get to choose and the idea of Riddick having to come to terms with the idea that the person he wants to protect so bad needs his protection more than most is interesting to me.

This is probably such a niche thing to write, not only because the fandom is tiny, but also because people tend to write Riddick fanfic where the reader or OC is extremely capable, but I wanted to write it. So self-indulgent fic coming up.

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Fuck it.

Riddick being soft for his wife. Because why the fuck not.(and I know for a fact that he would let his guard down for his wife and only his wife. He’d also be one hell of a husband.)

Riddick x overstimmed! wife! Reader

Summary: you had a bad day and just want to go back to your room and spend time with your husband.

This takes place right after the second movie, so Riddick is the Necromonger leader.

This is fluffy but mature, read at your own risk.

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The noise of the meeting was so much I almost cried. I couldn’t focus on anything that was being said.

I stepped closer to my husband and murmured in his ear, “I’m going back to our chambers.”

“Okay, I’ll be up soon.” Riddick replied, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.

With a nod I snuck out of the meeting and to my husband and I’s shared chambers.

Once inside I closed and locked the door, Riddick has a key. from there I sat down in hugging my knees to my chest and taking deep breaths with my eyes closed. A few minutes of silence before I heard my Husband’s heavy footsteps and gruff voice.

“Sorry about the wait, princess. I had to make a final decision before I could dismiss them.” Riddick spoke, closing and locking the door behind him.

“It’s alright, I know you have duties to attend to.” I said, opening my eyes to look at my husband.

“Overstimulated?” He asked me, currently standing at the end of the bed.

“Yeah. And not the good kind.” I replied, looking into his goggles.

“Okay, well how about I draw you a bath with your scented candles and maybe I bathe and baby you until you fall asleep? Have a simple meal brought up and cuddle you in the dark as you eat? Give you a back massage? How’s that sound, Doll?” Riddick suggested.

“It sounds nice, my love.” I replied.

“Boy, do you know how to bring out my soft spot or do you?” Riddick cooed softly. “I’m gonna go get that bath ready, you stay right here and wait for me to came get you, okay?”

“Okay.” I replied just as softly.

Riddick walked into our private bathroom and started the water.

The great thing about our chamber is that it’s dim so that Riddick doesn’t have to wear his goggles but I can still see my way around. It helped with my overstimulation.

Riddick came back out and picked me up bridal-style. He carried me into the bathroom and set me on the toilet seat. He removed his goggles to see in the dim light. The lights were off, the only light was the flickering of the (favorite scent) scented candles. The water was still filling the tub as Riddick threw in a bath salt and turned to me. His luminescent eyes looked me up and down before stepping closer and beginning to undress me. He was gentle and made sure to go slow.

The cool air hit my exposed skin and sent goosebumps across it. Once I was fully undressed Riddick picked me up and placed me in the bath.

“Do you want me to join you?” He asked softly.

“Yes please.” I whispered softly.

“Okay. One second, princess.” He kissed my forehead then pulled back to remove his armor.

He quickly removed his armor and clothing from his body.

“Move forward for me, Sweetheart. I’m gonna sit behind you.” Riddick told me, removing the last of his clothes.

I sat up and moved forward in the tub to make room for my husband. Once his boxers were off he stepped in behind me and sat down.

“C’mere, Princess. Lay your back against my chest.” He reached to turn off the faucet before pulling me by the waist to lay against him.

“Thank you, my love.” I closed my eyes and rested against him in the warm water.

“It’s no problem, Princess.” Riddick pressed a kiss to the top of my head and secured his arms around my smaller from. “Just let me spoil you tonight.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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My Liability, My Deadweight

Fandom: The Chronicles of Riddick

Collection/Series: My Liability, My Deadweight

Pairing: Richard B Riddick x Female Fat + Glasses Wearing Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: T (Swearing, Riddick is Riddick, violence)

Warnings: Swearing, violence towards deadly alien creatures, violence from deadly alien creatures towards the reader

Summary: None of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be on a holiday resort planet, relaxing by glistening waters and forgetting your troubles. Not traipsing through a deadly jungle on an uncharted planet with a just as deadly companion who seems torn between helping you and hating you.

Notes: So I guess this is going to be similar to Western AU Din in that i’ll probably write some stuff in the same sort of world/vein as this. I’m just interested in the idea of Riddick with a reader who is the opposite of a survivalist, who isn’t fit or strong, who is scared. The idea of Furyans having mates or soulmates that they don’t really get to choose and the idea of Riddick having to come to terms with the idea that the person he wants to protect so bad needs his protection more than most is interesting to me.

This is probably such a niche thing to write, not only because the fandom is tiny, but also because people tend to write Riddick fanfic where the reader or OC is extremely capable, but I wanted to write it. So self-indulgent fic coming up.

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riddick x guardian angel reader

part one

NOT MY GIF! NOT MY CHARACTER!

Forgive me if it's not all correctly in order I haven't watched it in a while.

Part two in my drafts but only released if specially requested cause honestly I'm to mentally tired to finish it with no motivation

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Blood, canon violence, animal cruelty, self harm to survive,

please enjoy!

The first time he saw her was the discovery of vaakos betrayal.

He lay at the bottom of that cliff his leg snapped in two and his numerous wounds bleeding. The pain almost as blinding as her glowing light.

"am I dead?" He scoffed.

She merely smiled and shook her head and reached out her hand to pull him out of the rubble.

"it is not yet your time."

"so you know when it will be?" He had asked the pain vanishing as she lead him through the desolate land.

"I do," she smiled pulling a gourd from thin air and filling it with water pouring down from the cliff.

"where am I?" He said taking the gourd when she offered it.

"not furya, so I suggest you get up," she replied playfully and then she was gone.

He glanced around but when he tried to take a step he fell, instead of hitting the ground however he found himself buried back underneath the rocks.

the pain in his body burned almost as much as the sun against his eyes when he finally dug himself out.

Feebly he crawled over to what looked to be water but on closer expectation it was a sulfur pit.

But that was only the beginning, his leg needed setting otherwise it wouldn't heal properly.

Finding a descent crack in the rock he placed his foot inside it.

Gritting his teeth he snapped his bone back into place.

He cried out, his leg felt as though a thousand suns had replaced the flesh. And the nerves with barbed wire.

In the distance he heard the yelps of some sort of big dog, and he knew he screwed up.

The sounds grew louder as he crawled towards the sulfur pit.

He hit the surface with a splash quickly taking a deep breath before submerging fully.

Opening his shrieking eyes he saw the dog like creatures staring down at him, his lungs burned and small eel like creatures nipped at his open wounds.

slowly his eyes were forced shut by the acidic sulfur pool.

For some unknown reason once his eyes had closed instead of the burning and swishing he felt a cool breeze and his lungs no longer felt like taught elastic.

"get up," your sweet voice called. "Get up!"

Slowly your voice got more distant and his cloths began to dampen, his lungs begining to burn.

"it is not your time."

Splashing above the surface of the water he gasped for air.

The creatures had vanished, and so had you.

He did not see you again for a short time.

Intact the next time he did see you he had just pressed the point of the sharp bard against his skin when you materialised Infront of him.

"what not whisking me off to wonderland this time?" You shook your head but did not smile.

"you listened to me, about the water?"

"didn't have many options," he said adjusting his hold on the sack of venom.

"but you do now, so maybe put that down," you said.

"can't do that lady," he tilted his head smirking a little.

"of course you can't," you rolled you eyes and picked up a bowl from thin air.

Riddick was about to ask how you did that, but the barb was already in his arm the venom sleeping into his blood stream.

Quickly you were on your knees Infront of him, your own eyes staring into his obscured ones.

"deep breaths," was all you managed to say before his whole body stiffened and started convulsing horribly.

He collapsed over head in your lap (or more precisely over the bowl) his whole body stiffened and shaking.

You ran your soft hands up and down the back of his neck, slowly removing his goggles.

He gagged into the bowl and you sighed running your right hand along his upper arm, the other rested on the back of his neck.

You expected it to be over soon.

Soon you'd summon the stair way and lead him down to hell.

"It's your time," you muttered sadly, making to shift his quaking body away.

But you gasped when he grabbed you left wrist.

His voice barely loud enough to hear, he croaked out, "not today."

You just sat there in shock as he continued to shake and vomit.

As you had previously suspected he soon fell limp and you cast the bowl aside resting his head in your lap his face turned to the side.

hurriedly you checked the pulse line on his wrist that only you could see.

and it beat, in steady slowed beats.

Never in your millenniums of life had you seen anything like this, he should have flat lined a whole minute ago.

You had previously scoffed at other angels who had claimed for this to happen to them.

you knew what this meant.

Scared you removed his head from your lap and stood pacing back and forth in the cave.

A small creature whimpered in a cage made of bones.

Walking over to it you crouched down infront of it.

"what should I do little one?" You asked it, not really expecting an answer, but to your suprise it tilted its head and looked over your shoulder at the unconscious man. "You think I should do it?"

The little dingo creature yelped in agreement.

"but he's a serial killer? He'll go to hell if I do this it'll tie my fate to his, I have a place in heaven, I have a duty to do, other souls to watch over and inevitably lead to the afterlife," the little creature pushed it's muzzle trough the bones and sniffled.

Carefully you reached your hand through the gap and stroked it.

Smiling you sat there for a while, but then a sound from behind you made you stop.

the man on the floor, grumbled slightly stirring.

And you were forced to make a split second decision.

as he slowly came to you walked over to him and replaced his goggles and left.

Back into the crystal white beyond, until he would need you again.

For the next few days riddick continued to grow his immunity to the venom, but not once did he see you.

You saw him though.

Everytime.

You would appear to find him shaking on the floor and you would pull him against you and run soft hands down his neck, his arms, his back.

You'd sit until he was safe then you would attempt to leave but every time he'd shift or his hold on your arm would slacken and your stay.

But always there was the knowing in the back of your mind about what this meant, and always you knew what this man was and where he was going.

Everytime was the same until it wasn't.

You materialised onto the planet looking for his shaking form but instead you saw him sitting on a rock his head on his fist, thinking.

"your my angel aren't you," it wasn't a question.

"I am," you answered still.

"when an I going to die then," he said looking to you. "And I know about the lying thing before you try."

"the lying thing? You mean that if I lie to you I'll be indebted to you?"

He nodded.

"good for you, but I don't know when you'll die," you smiled meekly.

He frowned.

"I thought I did but, your time has been and gone, yet your still here."

Silence fell upon the room.

"and if you know what that means I'll be quite shocked," you said.

Cautiously he shook his head and you nodded yours once before turning to leave.

"good luck."

And you were gone

Part 2

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Imagine being the only one to be kind to Riddick, making sure he has some food and water while Santana ridicules you for getting so close to him. Boss Johns simply let’s you do your thing, knowing that once you put your mind to an idea, it gets done. Riddick naturally takes a liking to you, and teases Santana about it, to your amusement.

You made your way in-between the tables, dodging the chairs that had been left messily around by the other crew, the boss who was clicking his tongue at you right at that moment as you walked past him from a distance. You tuned out what Santana was saying at you. If Dahl hadn’t already punched the other man once, maybe you would’ve done it by now.

All right. Maybe Moss or Lockspur would’ve done it.

You might’ve been a merc, but Boss Johns and his crew had showed you better. You could beat someone unconscious to restrain them but didn’t have to inflict more harm while they were chained up; you could take someone prisoner and still treat them with basic dignity.

“So who’s takin’ your food from you now, Santana?” Riddick’s voice carried across the co-op station as you neared him, the trace of a clear smirk lacing his voice.

A small laugh escaped you as you placed the tray of food and water beside the large man. “Yeah, I’m not going to hand-feed you, Riddick,” you said even as you lifted the cup of water to his lips. There was no way else to go about it without releasing him.

Now, you could clearly see the smirk on his face. “How disappointing.”

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Imagine Riddick taking care of you when you’re sick

“Drink.” Water first, then food if your body could take it. You knew that that was what Riddick was assessing. You would’ve done the same in his position.

With a groan, you reached for the shallow stone dish filled with clear liquid. It was a soothing wetness down your throat.

The big man didn’t exactly hover - he wasn’t one to do so. He went back to gutting and cleaning whatever food he’d caught, but you knew he was watching you. With a slight jerk of his chin, he indicated you should continue to sweat your fever out.

Whatever his reasons were for not just keeping you alive but helping you recover, you were at least thankful he hadn’t just left you out here to die.

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Imagine Riddick comforting you after you had a bad day

(Campfire GIF credit: Gifer)

It wasn’t a frequent occurrence that he made a fire. Fire was a signal; it gave away his position too easily unless used as a misdirection. Riddick had learned a long time ago he could eat plenty of food raw and deal with it just fine. He could throw a fur coat onto himself and handle the cold just fine.

But today, as dusk fell, he kept his goggles on and threw on more wood onto the small fire he’d built. It felt like it was gearing up to be a chilly night.

Holding two sticks with pieces of cooked meat speared through them in hand, he sat himself down beside you, knee close but barely touching yours. Then, he offered one to you. “Eat up.” His voice was quiet, words said only for your ears even if no one else was about. It held none of the snark you knew he could give if he wanted to. “Fire’s dyin’ down soon and it’s going to be cold.”

You sighed. Whatever else had happened in the day, there was food right now and you didn’t even have to cook it. You accepted his offer and clinked your stick against his before taking a bite. “Thanks, Riddick.” Your words only for his ears.

[riddickkkk]

Fuck it.

Riddick being soft for his wife. Because why the fuck not.(and I know for a fact that he would let his guard down for his wife and only his wife. He’d also be one hell of a husband.)

Riddick x overstimmed! wife! Reader

Summary: you had a bad day and just want to go back to your room and spend time with your husband.

This takes place right after the second movie, so Riddick is the Necromonger leader.

This is fluffy but mature, read at your own risk.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The noise of the meeting was so much I almost cried. I couldn’t focus on anything that was being said.

I stepped closer to my husband and murmured in his ear, “I’m going back to our chambers.”

“Okay, I’ll be up soon.” Riddick replied, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.

With a nod I snuck out of the meeting and to my husband and I’s shared chambers.

Once inside I closed and locked the door, Riddick has a key. from there I sat down in hugging my knees to my chest and taking deep breaths with my eyes closed. A few minutes of silence before I heard my Husband’s heavy footsteps and gruff voice.

“Sorry about the wait, princess. I had to make a final decision before I could dismiss them.” Riddick spoke, closing and locking the door behind him.

“It’s alright, I know you have duties to attend to.” I said, opening my eyes to look at my husband.

“Overstimulated?” He asked me, currently standing at the end of the bed.

“Yeah. And not the good kind.” I replied, looking into his goggles.

“Okay, well how about I draw you a bath with your scented candles and maybe I bathe and baby you until you fall asleep? Have a simple meal brought up and cuddle you in the dark as you eat? Give you a back massage? How’s that sound, Doll?” Riddick suggested.

“It sounds nice, my love.” I replied.

“Boy, do you know how to bring out my soft spot or do you?” Riddick cooed softly. “I’m gonna go get that bath ready, you stay right here and wait for me to came get you, okay?”

“Okay.” I replied just as softly.

Riddick walked into our private bathroom and started the water.

The great thing about our chamber is that it’s dim so that Riddick doesn’t have to wear his goggles but I can still see my way around. It helped with my overstimulation.

Riddick came back out and picked me up bridal-style. He carried me into the bathroom and set me on the toilet seat. He removed his goggles to see in the dim light. The lights were off, the only light was the flickering of the (favorite scent) scented candles. The water was still filling the tub as Riddick threw in a bath salt and turned to me. His luminescent eyes looked me up and down before stepping closer and beginning to undress me. He was gentle and made sure to go slow.

The cool air hit my exposed skin and sent goosebumps across it. Once I was fully undressed Riddick picked me up and placed me in the bath.

“Do you want me to join you?” He asked softly.

“Yes please.” I whispered softly.

“Okay. One second, princess.” He kissed my forehead then pulled back to remove his armor.

He quickly removed his armor and clothing from his body.

“Move forward for me, Sweetheart. I’m gonna sit behind you.” Riddick told me, removing the last of his clothes.

I sat up and moved forward in the tub to make room for my husband. Once his boxers were off he stepped in behind me and sat down.

“C’mere, Princess. Lay your back against my chest.” He reached to turn off the faucet before pulling me by the waist to lay against him.

“Thank you, my love.” I closed my eyes and rested against him in the warm water.

“It’s no problem, Princess.” Riddick pressed a kiss to the top of my head and secured his arms around my smaller from. “Just let me spoil you tonight.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[riddickkkk]

Fuck it.

Riddick being soft for his wife. Because why the fuck not.(and I know for a fact that he would let his guard down for his wife and only his wife. He’d also be one hell of a husband.)

Riddick x overstimmed! wife! Reader

Summary: you had a bad day and just want to go back to your room and spend time with your husband.

This takes place right after the second movie, so Riddick is the Necromonger leader.

This is fluffy but mature, read at your own risk.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The noise of the meeting was so much I almost cried. I couldn’t focus on anything that was being said.

I stepped closer to my husband and murmured in his ear, “I’m going back to our chambers.”

“Okay, I’ll be up soon.” Riddick replied, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.

With a nod I snuck out of the meeting and to my husband and I’s shared chambers.

Once inside I closed and locked the door, Riddick has a key. from there I sat down in hugging my knees to my chest and taking deep breaths with my eyes closed. A few minutes of silence before I heard my Husband’s heavy footsteps and gruff voice.

“Sorry about the wait, princess. I had to make a final decision before I could dismiss them.” Riddick spoke, closing and locking the door behind him.

“It’s alright, I know you have duties to attend to.” I said, opening my eyes to look at my husband.

“Overstimulated?” He asked me, currently standing at the end of the bed.

“Yeah. And not the good kind.” I replied, looking into his goggles.

“Okay, well how about I draw you a bath with your scented candles and maybe I bathe and baby you until you fall asleep? Have a simple meal brought up and cuddle you in the dark as you eat? Give you a back massage? How’s that sound, Doll?” Riddick suggested.

“It sounds nice, my love.” I replied.

“Boy, do you know how to bring out my soft spot or do you?” Riddick cooed softly. “I’m gonna go get that bath ready, you stay right here and wait for me to came get you, okay?”

“Okay.” I replied just as softly.

Riddick walked into our private bathroom and started the water.

The great thing about our chamber is that it’s dim so that Riddick doesn’t have to wear his goggles but I can still see my way around. It helped with my overstimulation.

Riddick came back out and picked me up bridal-style. He carried me into the bathroom and set me on the toilet seat. He removed his goggles to see in the dim light. The lights were off, the only light was the flickering of the (favorite scent) scented candles. The water was still filling the tub as Riddick threw in a bath salt and turned to me. His luminescent eyes looked me up and down before stepping closer and beginning to undress me. He was gentle and made sure to go slow.

The cool air hit my exposed skin and sent goosebumps across it. Once I was fully undressed Riddick picked me up and placed me in the bath.

“Do you want me to join you?” He asked softly.

“Yes please.” I whispered softly.

“Okay. One second, princess.” He kissed my forehead then pulled back to remove his armor.

He quickly removed his armor and clothing from his body.

“Move forward for me, Sweetheart. I’m gonna sit behind you.” Riddick told me, removing the last of his clothes.

I sat up and moved forward in the tub to make room for my husband. Once his boxers were off he stepped in behind me and sat down.

“C’mere, Princess. Lay your back against my chest.” He reached to turn off the faucet before pulling me by the waist to lay against him.

“Thank you, my love.” I closed my eyes and rested against him in the warm water.

“It’s no problem, Princess.” Riddick pressed a kiss to the top of my head and secured his arms around my smaller from. “Just let me spoil you tonight.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[riddickkkk]

riddick x guardian angel reader

part one

NOT MY GIF! NOT MY CHARACTER!

Forgive me if it's not all correctly in order I haven't watched it in a while.

Part two in my drafts but only released if specially requested cause honestly I'm to mentally tired to finish it with no motivation

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Blood, canon violence, animal cruelty, self harm to survive,

please enjoy!

The first time he saw her was the discovery of vaakos betrayal.

He lay at the bottom of that cliff his leg snapped in two and his numerous wounds bleeding. The pain almost as blinding as her glowing light.

"am I dead?" He scoffed.

She merely smiled and shook her head and reached out her hand to pull him out of the rubble.

"it is not yet your time."

"so you know when it will be?" He had asked the pain vanishing as she lead him through the desolate land.

"I do," she smiled pulling a gourd from thin air and filling it with water pouring down from the cliff.

"where am I?" He said taking the gourd when she offered it.

"not furya, so I suggest you get up," she replied playfully and then she was gone.

He glanced around but when he tried to take a step he fell, instead of hitting the ground however he found himself buried back underneath the rocks.

the pain in his body burned almost as much as the sun against his eyes when he finally dug himself out.

Feebly he crawled over to what looked to be water but on closer expectation it was a sulfur pit.

But that was only the beginning, his leg needed setting otherwise it wouldn't heal properly.

Finding a descent crack in the rock he placed his foot inside it.

Gritting his teeth he snapped his bone back into place.

He cried out, his leg felt as though a thousand suns had replaced the flesh. And the nerves with barbed wire.

In the distance he heard the yelps of some sort of big dog, and he knew he screwed up.

The sounds grew louder as he crawled towards the sulfur pit.

He hit the surface with a splash quickly taking a deep breath before submerging fully.

Opening his shrieking eyes he saw the dog like creatures staring down at him, his lungs burned and small eel like creatures nipped at his open wounds.

slowly his eyes were forced shut by the acidic sulfur pool.

For some unknown reason once his eyes had closed instead of the burning and swishing he felt a cool breeze and his lungs no longer felt like taught elastic.

"get up," your sweet voice called. "Get up!"

Slowly your voice got more distant and his cloths began to dampen, his lungs begining to burn.

"it is not your time."

Splashing above the surface of the water he gasped for air.

The creatures had vanished, and so had you.

He did not see you again for a short time.

Intact the next time he did see you he had just pressed the point of the sharp bard against his skin when you materialised Infront of him.

"what not whisking me off to wonderland this time?" You shook your head but did not smile.

"you listened to me, about the water?"

"didn't have many options," he said adjusting his hold on the sack of venom.

"but you do now, so maybe put that down," you said.

"can't do that lady," he tilted his head smirking a little.

"of course you can't," you rolled you eyes and picked up a bowl from thin air.

Riddick was about to ask how you did that, but the barb was already in his arm the venom sleeping into his blood stream.

Quickly you were on your knees Infront of him, your own eyes staring into his obscured ones.

"deep breaths," was all you managed to say before his whole body stiffened and started convulsing horribly.

He collapsed over head in your lap (or more precisely over the bowl) his whole body stiffened and shaking.

You ran your soft hands up and down the back of his neck, slowly removing his goggles.

He gagged into the bowl and you sighed running your right hand along his upper arm, the other rested on the back of his neck.

You expected it to be over soon.

Soon you'd summon the stair way and lead him down to hell.

"It's your time," you muttered sadly, making to shift his quaking body away.

But you gasped when he grabbed you left wrist.

His voice barely loud enough to hear, he croaked out, "not today."

You just sat there in shock as he continued to shake and vomit.

As you had previously suspected he soon fell limp and you cast the bowl aside resting his head in your lap his face turned to the side.

hurriedly you checked the pulse line on his wrist that only you could see.

and it beat, in steady slowed beats.

Never in your millenniums of life had you seen anything like this, he should have flat lined a whole minute ago.

You had previously scoffed at other angels who had claimed for this to happen to them.

you knew what this meant.

Scared you removed his head from your lap and stood pacing back and forth in the cave.

A small creature whimpered in a cage made of bones.

Walking over to it you crouched down infront of it.

"what should I do little one?" You asked it, not really expecting an answer, but to your suprise it tilted its head and looked over your shoulder at the unconscious man. "You think I should do it?"

The little dingo creature yelped in agreement.

"but he's a serial killer? He'll go to hell if I do this it'll tie my fate to his, I have a place in heaven, I have a duty to do, other souls to watch over and inevitably lead to the afterlife," the little creature pushed it's muzzle trough the bones and sniffled.

Carefully you reached your hand through the gap and stroked it.

Smiling you sat there for a while, but then a sound from behind you made you stop.

the man on the floor, grumbled slightly stirring.

And you were forced to make a split second decision.

as he slowly came to you walked over to him and replaced his goggles and left.

Back into the crystal white beyond, until he would need you again.

For the next few days riddick continued to grow his immunity to the venom, but not once did he see you.

You saw him though.

Everytime.

You would appear to find him shaking on the floor and you would pull him against you and run soft hands down his neck, his arms, his back.

You'd sit until he was safe then you would attempt to leave but every time he'd shift or his hold on your arm would slacken and your stay.

But always there was the knowing in the back of your mind about what this meant, and always you knew what this man was and where he was going.

Everytime was the same until it wasn't.

You materialised onto the planet looking for his shaking form but instead you saw him sitting on a rock his head on his fist, thinking.

"your my angel aren't you," it wasn't a question.

"I am," you answered still.

"when an I going to die then," he said looking to you. "And I know about the lying thing before you try."

"the lying thing? You mean that if I lie to you I'll be indebted to you?"

He nodded.

"good for you, but I don't know when you'll die," you smiled meekly.

He frowned.

"I thought I did but, your time has been and gone, yet your still here."

Silence fell upon the room.

"and if you know what that means I'll be quite shocked," you said.

Cautiously he shook his head and you nodded yours once before turning to leave.

"good luck."

And you were gone

Part 2

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My Liability, My Deadweight

Fandom: The Chronicles of Riddick

Collection/Series: My Liability, My Deadweight

Pairing: Richard B Riddick x Female Fat + Glasses Wearing Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: T (Swearing, Riddick is Riddick, violence)

Warnings: Swearing, violence towards deadly alien creatures, violence from deadly alien creatures towards the reader

Summary: None of this was supposed to happen. You were supposed to be on a holiday resort planet, relaxing by glistening waters and forgetting your troubles. Not traipsing through a deadly jungle on an uncharted planet with a just as deadly companion who seems torn between helping you and hating you.

Notes: So I guess this is going to be similar to Western AU Din in that i’ll probably write some stuff in the same sort of world/vein as this. I’m just interested in the idea of Riddick with a reader who is the opposite of a survivalist, who isn’t fit or strong, who is scared. The idea of Furyans having mates or soulmates that they don’t really get to choose and the idea of Riddick having to come to terms with the idea that the person he wants to protect so bad needs his protection more than most is interesting to me.

This is probably such a niche thing to write, not only because the fandom is tiny, but also because people tend to write Riddick fanfic where the reader or OC is extremely capable, but I wanted to write it. So self-indulgent fic coming up.

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The Lord Marshal's Planetologist

Dune x Riddick Crossover

The Attreides encourage the Necromongers to take Arrakis.

The Necromongers hav taken Caladan. The Duke, his concubine, and the former Dukling all choose conversion over death. Jessica aggressively defended her family which Riddick respected. Her skills as a Bene Gesserit made her a ruthless Purifyer. Guiding converts into their new life with a cold and steady hand.

Even after purification, Paul is conflicted about this new religion. As Mentat to Lord Marshal Riddick and his Dame he is meant to serve all possible outlooks and futures. It seemed that the Lord's Dame Kyra wished to birth their 1st undead child on the fallen planet Furya. One of the colonies many conquest, that had been lost to time. A has atmosphere that birthed the Furyains. The greatest fighters the Necromongers had ever taken in battle. The strongest among their ranks. And now the great lord wished to take back the planet out of death. In Paul's moments of doubt, his wartjly father Lord Leto could breath life back into the dead with talk of making Freya a plentiful planet for their future undead warriors. No longer would the Necromonger army need to rely on their numbers from conversion. Quickly gaining the Atreides favor in Lord Marshal Riddick's court.

There now was a need for a planetologist to heal the Lord Marshal Riddick's earthly homeworld, Furya. The Atriedes belelieved the planet of Arrakis could lead them to the Planetologist Liet Kynes. The planet was too much of an asset to take from the Empire. The Emperror Shaddam would never allow the Necromomgers to turn their ships to it, let alone take it as conquesr. It wasn't the planet they needed. Only an accomplished planetologist who could work in secret.

Paul lands on the planet with the help of spice smuggler, Gurney to convince the Planetologist to work with the Necromongers outside of the watchful eyes of the Emperor.

From spice induced dreams Paul sees a future for Furya and Arrakis. A slim chance of success, but both planets could see abundance together. Where their childrwn could grow and thrive craddled by their harsh homeworlds. Without the need of a holy war.

Upon meeting the beautiful and scrappy Liet Kynes, Riddick wasn't simply interested in a Planetologist. The Alpha was interested in another Dame as well.

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