#A Feral Interlude Masterlist

[furious-rogue-stuff]

A Feral Interlude

An X-MEN Origins: Wolverine Universe-inspired Series

*Post-Origins movieverse

Pairing: Victor Creed x Isabela Montecristo | Sabertooth x Vipress

Disclaimer: This series will have canon-accurate and heightened levels of violence, adult themes, slight dub-con/non-con overtones and undertones, descriptions of bloody gore and sadism, and graphic descriptions of sex.

Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞

Series Summary: Victor Creed's reputation as the Sabertooth proceeds him. He clashes with a mysterious feral woman, an enigma and anomaly to everything he knows. What began as a hunt becomes a dance between like-minded predators.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 |

Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

Series is complete.

*Moodboard image was assembled from several sources and made by yours truly.

[hcneymooners]

౨ৎ stargirl interlude: chapter iii.

wnba!paige x pop star!azzi. men & minors dni.

⋆ 🪩 masterlist.

cw: implied familial issues, fluff, first kiss, medium burn?, suggestive content, paige is never beating the down bad allegations, implied mental health issues.

notes: hello, hello. this is one of my favorite chapters. the songs used are "tinsletown in the rain" by the blue nile and "78fahrenheit (unreleased)" by ethel cain. i hope you enjoy yourselves. love you. can't wait to see you in my inbox.

III: INTERTWINED.

» please don’t break up with me, but i accidentally watched two episodes ahead of you

azzi smiled as her phone vibrated with an immediate response. since their dinner, there had been coffee. then another. and then another. another, another, another—until the cups blurred together, indistinguishable from habit. paige was so easy to slip into her life. a stone in the creek, changing the flow of water without trying.

azzi wished she could have kept her in new york forever, tucked her inside a pocket, but paige had to go back to dallas, a reality that nearly tore her apart. distance became a thing to work around.

they read the same books (paige used her ipad, which azzi found vaguely offensive—she was on a quiet, private campaign to convert her to a kindle). they made each other playlists, exchanged photos of their separate days. street signs, sky colors, the shine of oil on the concrete beneath their identically booted feet. this reminded me of you. 

azzi had even mailed paige a dark denim jacket she spotted in a boutique window in the east village. paige washed it immediately, wore it out the next day, prompting the internet to go feral trying to find the designer.

they had inside jokes now. a growing, shifting list of them. one of azzi’s favorites: “please don’t break up with me,” a melodramatic phrase they’d stolen from a book and used whenever one of them committed an unforgivable offense, like finishing a show too soon or forgetting to send a good morning text. 

the light ping of another message brought azzi back to the moment. 

» i’m never speaking to you again » wait which show?

watching things together was their ritual. the old-fashioned way: facetiming at the same time, counting down, pressing play in sync. there were easier ways to do it, probably, but azzi liked the effort of this. the reaching. it made her feel like she was participating in her own life, actively choosing it.

» chef’s table

azzi held her breath as she sent it.

» i can’t believe you, az!! » p, i fell asleep i swear it wasn’t on purpose. rehearsal was brutal and i went straight after the studio » the show is really calming and i was so sleepy from the warm shower » idc you KNEW

then, 

» mind you, YOU crashed out over ME watching FITEEN MINUTES of anthony bourdain 

azzi pressed her lips together, failing to contain the joyous twist of her mouth. the grin eventually broke free and spread through her cheeks. she tucked her hair behind her ear.

» that was different » bro, how????? » whatever! look, p, i can rewatch! i don’t mind, you know i don’t » … » i’ll consider it

with a soft huff of laughter, azzi rolled out of bed and opened her blinds. her joy seemed infectious, coaxing the sun through the open pane of her window. she stood in the middle of her bedroom for approximately three minutes, her feet bare against the wooden floor and one arm up and stroking the hill of her shoulder. 

she felt both unreasonably young and, in some absurd way, already old in the faint light of the morning. she looked down at herself, taking in the wrinkled pink-striped boxers and the vintage yale sweatshirt that seemed to have settled around her with a tired resignation. she remembered when she'd wanted to go there, when her mother had taken her on a visit, the two of them wandering new haven, pretending it could be a future. the thought hurt, brief but sharp. she couldn’t remember the last time she and katie had been…right, together.

her phone buzzed—a quick, familiar pattern. katie.

azzi twisted her hair into a messy knot at the back of her neck, securing it with an elastic, and lowered herself into a half-hearted yoga pose. three more buzzes. then, the phone would ring.

azzi sat cross-legged beside her bed, feet pressing into the floor like she was willing herself to grow roots. she picked up the phone.

“hey, mom.”

“hey, honey. were you in the shower?”

“azzi’s face scrunched as she lied, a gesture so automatic it felt like a tic. “um, no, just doing some stretches. i started wearing earplugs to block out the morning traffic. sorry. what’s up?”

“you shouldn’t do that, baby,” katie said, that casual tone that still landed like a reminder. “look, i’m outside your apartment. brought breakfast.”

azzi almost groaned but swallowed it, layering her voice with fake enthusiasm. “yum,” she said, but it came out flat before lifting just enough at the end to sound like a decent person.

⟡

her mother had gotten a haircut.

katie’s blonde hair had been cut into a sharp bob, and azzi noticed it immediately. it suited her, the kind of sharp, neat cut that was popular on magazine covers in the coffee shop she liked to frequent. azzi felt a small pang of something—resentment, maybe, or just recognition that katie was doing things for herself again, things azzi couldn’t quite figure out how to do.

still—she was glad her mother was finding things to do outside of managing her. thanks, max, she thought.

she opened the door still in her pajamas, and katie was standing there, two large boxes of breakfast from the diner a few blocks away, the coffee holder hanging from her hand like a prop. katie didn’t say anything, just gave her the kind of look that azzi couldn’t place but that made her chest feel tight. azzi leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her mother’s plump cheek, the skin softened by her morning creams and serums. 

azzi wandered into the kitchen, pressing her finger against the surface of her rose gold ipad, searching for the song paige had sent her a few days ago. she’d been meaning to listen to it, had actually enjoyed it when she did.

she found it—‘mythological beauty’ by big thief. paige had sent it to her with the message:

» idk why spotify recommended this to me, seems more up your alley » discover weekly my ass, half of these songs suck

azzi had hidden a smile behind her hand while standing in line to pick up that night’s pizza order. she’d texted back teasingly, saying,

» this may be a sign to let go of drake  » i ain’t holding on to him 

azzi hadn’t replied until later, sending back a grainy video shot on her old iphone se, its shaky camera making her look soft-focus. she was sitting on her bed, a sage-colored silk scarf holding back her curls, listening to the song. the video ended with an awkward thumbs-up and a muffled giggle. “i love it,” she said, like it was a confession.

now, azzi snapped a photo of the song on the tablet and sent it to paige.

» miss you

“azzi?”

azzi turned around, startled by the sound of her mother’s voice.

“yeah, sorry. what were you saying?”

katie, looking shy, busied herself unpacking the breakfast boxes, rearranging food on pale green plates with hand-painted garlands of pink roses.

“i was saying that, well, i miss you.”

azzi didn’t know what to say to that. “oh,” she said, and immediately regretted it, as if the word had been a reflex she hadn’t meant to expose. 

katie’s posture deflated, and azzi rushed over, sidling up to where her mother had begun cutting up the eggs into neat squares. she grabbed a plate and began assembling breakfast, the rhythm of the task comforting, familiar. she pulled away to grab glasses from the cabinets.

“you know, i was thinking about our yale visit when i was obsessed with going.”

katie looked up, eyes softening. “i remember.”

azzi half-smiled. “i wouldn’t stop playing that song, and you were so close to kicking me out of the car. i can’t remember the song, though.”

katie’s lips curved into a fond smile. “'need you now' by lady a. you played it on repeat because you were convinced you could sing it better than they could.”

azzi laughed then. she sat on a stool at the counter, the ache of the morning light catching her in its awkward glow as she ate, chewing slowly, mindlessly.

“why the hell was i so obsessed with yale anyway?”

“honestly? i think you saw it as your last shot at normal. you could dream about college, like the other girls, instead of being in the studio all the time, surrounded by everyone except your family. you were twelve when you got discovered, fourteen when you had your first album out. and now you're twenty-three, still trying to figure out what the hell you're doing.”

azzi didn’t say anything, but the words settled in her chest like something unexpected. there was a relief in it, in hearing it out loud, in realizing that, maybe, they weren’t as different as they sometimes seemed.

“i guess i fed into it because i felt guilty,” katie added softly, almost to herself.

once again, azzi was unsure of how to respond, but she felt it—the weight of that invisible truth that had always sat between them. she felt herself relax, the air clearing just enough for her to breathe a little easier.

“maybe i should release a country album,” azzi said, and katie barked out a laugh, sharp and familiar.

if azzi didn’t know better, she might’ve thought the sound was her own.

⟡

but azzi’s largest issue remained: she was unable to be content for long periods.

happiness came, stayed long enough to fool her, then drained away in increments. moreso now, as she slogged through the laying of the bones of her new album. she found herself withdrawing.

since that morning with her mother, it had gotten easier to admit to minor irritations, the small inconveniences of daily life. but there were still things she kept to herself. like how badly she wanted paige back in new york.

their movie nights had transitioned from ‘facetime + film’ to just ‘facetime.’ azzi hadn’t asked for it outright. she had just postponed pressing play, filling the space instead with long, looping stories, tangents about nothing, stalling without meaning to. eventually, paige caught on. and being paige—being someone who never let anything slide—she finally said,

“if you wanna talk to me, just say that.”

azzi looked up from her desk. she’d started handwriting songs again, her moleskine journal thick and inflamed, its strap barely holding it together, blood red cover scuffed and soft at the edges.

it took a second to process what paige had said, her voice still rough from sleep. only an hour between them, but it always felt like more. when the meaning finally settled, azzi flushed hot, ducking out of frame.

paige smiled, amused, rolling onto her stomach so her face pressed into the cotton of her pillow. she looked soft like this. angelic. her blonde hair waved around her shoulders, those blue eyes dark in the low light, the lilac strap of her nike sports bra just visible. azzi focused on that instead of responding.

“you don’t sleep in that, do you?” she asked instead. “it’s bad for circulation.”

paige grinned, pearly teeth gleaming. “oh yeah?”

“yes,” azzi said, exasperated. “it can, like—affect development. it’s not good for you.”

paige hummed like she was considering this. then shifted just enough for azzi to catch the dip of her cleavage. “yeah, i think we're past that point, baby.”

azzi turned a deeper red, arms crossing over her stomach. she tried to sink further into the gaping mouth of her navy blue hoodie. paige could see the whisper of a dress beneath the hem.

“shut up,” she muttered. “i wasn’t—i wasn’t trying to comment on your tits. i was just saying.”

“oh, my bad. sorry, princess.”

“i’m hanging up,” azzi deadpanned, face blank.

paige held back a laugh. “aight, chill. you just so easy to fluster.”

azzi scoffed. “i’m easy to fluster? be serious. when my calvin klein campaign dropped, you quite nearly went into cardiac arrest.”

paige’s face immediately went pink.

“aight, now.”

“no, not ‘aight now.’” azzi leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “you left me on read for two days. if i hadn’t dmed kk on twitter—of all places—i wouldn’t have even known you spent the entire time curled up in a little red ball.”

paige shrugged, still a little pink, biting down on her lip. she was thinking. then deciding. letting her lip slip free, her expression turning lazy, sharp. azzi felt something hot unfurl low in her stomach. 

“okay, yeah, i had a minor crashout,” paige admitted, dragging a hand through her hair. her cross pendant dipped into the hollow of her throat. “a lil’ itty-bitty breakdown. but can you blame me?” she looked into the camera then, voice low. “az, you looked so fucking good. the baby pink ones were my favorite.”

azzi stilled, fingers twitching.

paige grinned. “you get to bring a pair home?”

azzi hung up.

the callback was immediate. she let it ring, took her time answering. finally, just before it stopped, she picked up.

“did you just hang up on me?”

“no,” azzi said, voice smooth, wide-eyed like she meant it.

paige let out a slow, dry laugh, her nose flaring. “aight. keep playin’.”

azzi rolled her eyes. “will you fly out if i do?”

paige’s face softened.

azzi sighed, already standing. she drifted away from her desk and set the phone down on her floor, balancing it against the nearest stack of books. she slipped away, and when she came back into the frame, she’d changed.

the hoodie was gone. instead, the soft curve of her shoulder, the clean line of her collarbone, the faintest trace of tan lines against her skin. the dress was simple—cream-colored, thin-strapped, almost weightless. the silk shifted when she moved, clung to her like a second skin.

paige didn’t say anything at first. just stared.

azzi adjusted the strap where it had slipped. “are you okay?”

paige’s voice was slower now, almost slurred. azzi’s body began to tingle with the recognition of desire. “you just look real… delicate.”

azzi’s brows furrowed, but the flush was already creeping up her throat, settling at the tips of her ears.

paige watched her, half-lidded, half-smiling. “like, if i touched you, you’d bruise.”

“do you want to bruise me?” azzi asked, tucking her legs beneath her neatly. 

paige didn’t have an answer, and the silence made azzi press her tongue to the back of her teeth. she made a face, pressing her lips together, but she laughed a little, shaking her head. 

paige was still watching.

azzi fidgeted, like she might change the subject, then reached for something off-screen. a small, instinctive movement. when she lifted the moleskine journal into the frame, she didn’t say anything. just held it there and tilted her head. 

paige raised a brow. “you gon’ show me?”

azzi exhaled. then nodded, shifting the camera down.

the pages were a mess, ink heavy in some places, light and faded in others. words crossed out, rewritten, and pressed deep into the paper. paige recognized azzi’s handwriting—messy when she was in a rush, looping and neat when she was careful. there were little angel wings in the margins. a few water stains. coffee, too. 

azzi flipped to a page near the middle. “this one’s kinda about you,” she murmured.

paige felt something warm unfurl in her chest, slow and blooming. she cleared her throat. “yeah?”

she could see some of the lyrics, but the words were twisted and reversed. azzi reached forward, picking up her phone, switching the camera so she could see them more clearly. paige knew she should’ve been reading, but her eyes caught on the strong bones of azzi’s hands instead, the slight tension in her knuckles, the chipped ballerina-slipper pink clinging to the edges of her fingernails.

do i love you? yes, i love you will we always be happy go lucky do i love you? yes, i love you but it’s easy come and it’s easy go all this talking talking is only bravado

“it’s a dance song. kind of 80s. i wrote it forever ago, but now i—” azzi hesitated, just for a second. “i feel it again.”

paige blinked as the camera flipped back, azzi’s face coming into view.

“it’s me singing about you,” she said. “but also asking myself if i’m gonna fuck it up. if it’s gonna last before i—” she made a little motion with her hand, something between a wave and a slow collapse—“bring myself down.”

she paused, tilting her head. “but the beat pulses. it kinda—” she hopped her fingers across her thigh, gave a small, absentminded shimmy of her shoulders—“jumps around, so you can’t tell if i’m happy or sad. i remain an enigma, and you really hope i’ve got it under control.”

her voice was light, teasing, but something about it snagged in paige’s chest, caught in the tender spaces between bone.

azzi tapped the page with her pen. “mm. it’s not done.”

paige smiled, slowly. “sing it to me.”

azzi’s lips parted like she might object. but then something in her expression shifted, went softer. she turned the page over, tapping her nails against the paper.

her throat trembled, a melody climbing inside it. then, she sang.

her raw voice was husky but light, full of something old and unnameable, something that had always been aching. it knew nothing of peace, and it invaded paige in the same way. the sound of it as it peaked—high and breathless, curling at the edges—went through paige like a pulse, like a shock of warm water against her ribs.

it was orgasmic. it felt like a million birds bursting into flight underneath her skin.

⟡

the venue smelled heavily of varnish and sweat, the air thick with the ghosts of girls azzi had been before, versions of herself she was trying to slip back into, feel out like old sweaters. some still fit. some itched against her skin, wrong in ways she couldn’t quite name. 

she had been moving for hours, letting muscle memory guide her through old material, testing where her voice still lived in them, where it wavered, where it no longer belonged. it was a relief for her body to find the old melodies still inhabitable, to still understand where best to collapse and rebuild. 

barefoot, azzi traced slow circles across the stage, rolling her shoulders, stretching her arms above her head. the room was empty except for a single spotlight pooling around her, turning the sweat at her collarbone to gold.

she had yet to notice that paige was there.

paige had slipped in through the side door, keeping to the shadows, her heart pounding hard enough that she could feel it in her fingertips. the flight had been an impulse, the need to see azzi—unshakable. now she sat in the darkened auditorium, watching azzi move like she was underwater, like she was feeling her way through something only she could hear.

the usual spectacle was stripped away—no sequins, no stage makeup, no cameras angled to catch her best side. just azzi, raw and untethered, her voice curling into the dark like smoke. paige could feel it under her skin, the way it lifted, shimmered, the way it sent something sharp down her spine. even the music was muted and warbling; azzi relied on her own words to paint the picture of what she envisioned.

she lost herself in the song, body twisting, spine arching, a prayer in motion. and when she reached the last line— is it something i did? and did i do it to you?—she reached blindly into the air, fingers grazing nothing before coming back to wring loosely around her throat. but something in her must have felt it, some part of her must have known.

then she rolled, first onto her stomach, then onto her back, arms flung wide. her head tipped back until it hung off the edge of the stage. she opened her eyes, her mouth—

and saw paige.

she was upside down in the seats below, watching her, blonde and breathless.

for a moment, neither of them moved. azzi’s chest rose and fell, her breath still uneven. paige’s hands had curled into fists in her lap. her pulse slammed against her ribs. she felt eerily close to claiming something; it was the same feeling that rocked her when she was on the court. 

and then, like she was being pulled by something outside of herself, she stood. climbed onto the stage, moving toward azzi’s sprawled-out form, laid out like an offering. azzi blinked slow, gaze molten and unfocused, but she wasn’t stopping her.

paige didn’t think. she moved.

her fingers found the warm column of azzi’s throat, thumb pressing just below her jaw. she felt her swallow, felt the rapid, unsteady beat of her pulse.

then she bent down and kissed the damp, brown skin just below azzi’s ear.

azzi made a sound, soft, almost imperceptible. paige might have imagined it, but she didn’t pull away. so paige kept going, trailing her mouth along the sharp edge of azzi’s jaw, moving slow, reverent. when she reached the corner of her mouth, she hesitated, just for a second—

azzi turned her head the tiniest fraction. not much. but enough.

paige exhaled shakily, then kissed her, lips parting, tasting sweat and something animalistic, something electric. azzi sighed into it, a quiet, complacent thread of air, and the sound sent a shiver through paige, sharp and unbearable. she wasn’t sure if she was shaking or if it was just the world moving underneath her.

somewhere in the distance, a door slammed. the spell snapped. paige pulled back, breathless. azzi stayed where she was. 

lips parted; eyes hazy. a beat. then another.

azzi’s lips curled, just slightly. “i didn’t even know you were coming,” she murmured.

paige laughed, suddenly and breathlessly. she pressed their foreheads together, her head heavy with the force of her blood flow.

“yeah,” she whispered. “you knew. you asked me to.”

⟡

karnold: i feel as president-elect of bueckers-fudd nation, it's my duty to let you know that paige might in fact be locking in ⤷ drewbuckets: she’s going to murder you in cold blood ⤷ uconnsports: who elected you?? ⤷ username: the question we all need to be asking ⤷ username: mind you why is uconn’s update page here if paige is now in dallas??? ⤷ dallaswingsofficial: we’re all invested ⤷ username: omg wait are they gfs??? ⤷ karnold: mind the business that pays you ⤷ karnold: but no #wives 

© hcneymooners.

[loganhowlettshousewife]

animal - masterlist

logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: a man with no memories and the instincts of an animal finds his place in your home, and in your heart (it’s feral!logan)

warnings: non-sexual nudity, swearing, some sexual thoughts and mentions of sex, mentions of blood, angst, drinking/alcohol, violence, killing, smoking cigars, smut (in chapter 6), oral (fem!receiving), unprotected piv, pregnancy (in the epilogue) warnings will be added along with chapters

not all facts about reader may apply to you. i tried to keep it vague enough so you can insert yourself into the story, but writing a character requires knowing their personality, so it is impossible for this to fit everyone.

chapter 1: in which you meet logan

chapter 2: in which your relationship deepens and he speaks to you for the first time

chapter 2.5: an interlude in logan’s pov

chapter 3: in which you and logan share your first kiss

chapter 4: in which logan starts to regain his memories

chapter 5: in which you and logan start to patch things up

chapter 5.5: an introspection in logan’s pov

chapter 6: in which you and logan go all the way for the first time (smut)

epilogue: in which you’re pregnant and logan’s obsessed

bonus headcanons!

lazy mornings and the proposal

taking control

drabbles

feral!logan: the original drabble that started it all

feral!reader: what if reader also had feral traits?

more chapters and drabbles may be added… feel free to send requests!

taglist: @mystiquesvendetta @raeinyourdreams @babey-fruit-bat @meetmypointlessaddiction @kneelforloki @deaky-with-a-c @hypermarvellove @littlepeanut03 @the-ruler-of-death @aliengutzstuff @misscrissfemmefatale @mynamesstevenwithav @teaganthemorningstar @blackkatzz @leryg0 @fries11 @forksloree @i5uckersblog @dragovegogrimborn @quillycrow @melday0105 @just-a-little-cellist @scorpiosaintt @akasha157-blog @insanesosciopath @eridektbh @trickstergabriel69 @lord-bingus666 @a-leg-without-fear

[mapsthewanderer]

Maps writes and stuff - Masterlist (?)

Firstly, I never expected to find myself compiling a masterlist or any list at all tbh!

What started as a simple outlet for my obsession (read: absolute feral obsession) with Caleb has somehow evolved into something others might actually enjoy reading. It’s both surprising and oddly gratifying to know that my scattered musings are not only coherent but also entertaining. Ya’ll are like the biggest bonus ever!

I’ll keep challenging myself, trying out different ideas and new takes, so bear with me if I occasionally miss the mark. For now, this is simply my creative breathing space, and I’m enjoying every imperfect step of the process.

I’m forever grateful for all your likes, comments and reblogs. You make my day ✨

I remain,

Maps 🫶🏻

💜 Maps writes series for Caleb

Onsen series 🪷 (Takes place right after CNY. Fluff, romance and smut. Kinda crusty, not my best lol) Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV

The Maze 🔌 (Spin off AU corresponding to canon story, psychological thriller, p0rn, angst): chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven, chapter eight (final chapter)

Caffeine, chemistry and Caleb ☕️ (Barista Caleb AU, nonmc!reader, fluff, flirting and romance): Barista Caleb, Barista Caleb vs law student pt 1, Barista Caleb vs shy newbie, Barista Caleb vs Law student pt 2, Barista Caleb vs law student pt. 3, Barista Caleb vs law student pt. 4 , Barista Caleb vs law student pt. 5 , Caleb vs lawstudent pt. 6, Caleb vs law student pt. 7, Caleb vs law student pt 8, Caleb vs law student pt 9, Caleb vs law student pt 10, Caleb vs law student pt 11, Caleb vs law student pt 12, Caleb vs law student pt 13, part 14 tbc

🧡 Maps headcanons Caleb:

(Maps’ personal favorites are marked with the emoji 🍎)

Fluff:

🍎Going to bed before Caleb

Grocery shopping with Caleb

Caleb and period cramps

Caleb want you on his lap (18+ fluff)

🍎 Bloom for me (flower boy Caleb)

Apple products

🍎 Sport climbing with Caleb

Sanctuary bound

Taking aim

Sweet defeat

Smut (18+ section):

🍎 Drenched homecoming

Office worker

Stressed Colonel Caleb

Dom bottom Caleb I

Dom bottom Caleb coming II

Caleb’s 69 smut pt I

🍎 Caleb’s 69 smut pt II

🍎 Caleb’s kinks I (blindfold)

Caleb kinks II (fruit tasting)

Caleb’s kinks III (button-downs)

Caleb’s smutty letter I

Caleb loves playing tag

Bite (Venom sucking, Heaven Official’s Blessing)

Mirror (mirror worship kink)

🍎 Birthday boy

🍎 Hard candy (male reader x Caleb

…. tbc

Angst:

🍎Come back (leaving you)

Caleb’s demons I (begging you to stay)

AU doodles:

Apothecary Diaries AU, 🍎 Singer in a band (Caleb x Vessel), Caleb’s girl toy (18+)

💚 Maps headcanons all the boys:

Brainstorming: Kitchen (The Bear) , Underwear edition (+18), 🍎 Toy edition (+18), Easter egg hunting, Holiday edition

Series:

🍎Plated (non mc!reader, 18+ stuff, harem drama) : Plated (The Bear AU), Pilot, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven, chapter eight (tbc)

Plated interlude: Cursed carrot

Doodles: waking you up, whispering your name

Xavier: Xav’s sleep service

🩵 Maps writes requests

Xavier: Soft Xav

Caleb: handling female harassment, cooking for you

Btw: I purged my ancient stuff from the masterlist because I physically cringe reading it. If you scroll down far enough, it’s still there… but like, don’t. Save yourself.

[rafeysvenicebitch]

📝007 masterlist

Your mother slammed open the door like a storm.

She tossed a battered suitcase onto your bed, the brass buckles snapping sharply against the quilt.

“I’ve had enough,” she said, breathless with rage. “You’re going to St. Mary’s. Boarding school. With ladies your age, who can teach you how to behave. And boys—gentlemen—not like that—” she hissed the words like venom, “—that hound dog Rafe Cameron. You need to go. You need to be cleansed of this… mess you’ve become.”

You tried to speak.

You tried to plead.

But the sob caught in your throat before you could even form his name.

That night, while the house slept in angry silence, you pried your window open with shaking hands. Climbed out, skirt snagging on the gutter, and dropped barefoot into the dewy grass. You ran, breathless, heart slamming against your ribs, all the way to the pond.

He was there.

Sitting at the edge, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a fishing pole held lazily in his hand. Every catch he lifted from the murky water, he kissed lightly—good luck, little buddy—and released again.

You stumbled toward him, sobbing.

“They’re gonna take me away,” you choked out, collapsing into the grass beside him.

He dropped the pole immediately, arms around you, holding you like you were something precious and breakable.

His forehead pressed to yours.

“We’ll figure it out, Fawnie. I swear.”

You stayed with him until the moon started to slide down, until the world started to gray with morning.

Then you had to go back.

The next day, your mother hovered in your doorway, arms crossed, watching you pack.

You stuffed every secret piece of him you owned into the pockets of your suitcase:

— The lighter with his initials and yours carved into the silver.

— Every folded, crumpled letter he’d passed you under classroom desks.

— His flask, nearly empty, tucked between your socks.

— The Polaroid he’d taken of you, laughing barefoot in his front yard.

— Cigarettes hidden in your toiletry bag.

Sarah Cameron had slipped you a stack of magazines—CosmoGirl, Teen Vogue, even a tattered Spin—and you tucked them between your sweaters.

Before you zipped the case closed, you gathered your sisters in the hallway, all of them small and shivering, like a litter of stray kittens.

You gripped their hands hard. Looked into their wet, wide eyes.

“Write to me. Call me. If you feel sad—really sad—go to Sarah. Or Wheezie. Or Rafe. Promise me.”

They nodded, one by one.

The next morning came too fast.

Your father loaded your suitcase into the trunk. Your mother barely looked at you.

You climbed into the backseat, clutching the Walkman Rafe had slipped you that night at the pond.

Pressed the headphones to your ears.

The tape he made for you hissed to life.

A scratchy, beautiful mess of Deftones and Mazzy Star, songs that felt like bruises on your skin.

You didn’t cry on the drive. You were too hollow for that now.

When you got to St. Mary’s, the sun glared mercilessly down on the parking lot.

Girls in pressed skirts and polished shoes milled around the entrance, laughing too loudly, like they’d never tasted sadness.

Your mother fixed your collar, her mouth pinched into a tight little line.

“Try to be… normal,” she said.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t even look back.

You stepped into the auditorium for orientation.

The air smelled like chalk and dust and lemon polish.

A nun in a pressed habit handed you a welcome packet with your dorm assignment printed in cold, stiff letters.

You sat down in the third row.

You tucked the lighter with Rafe’s initials into your blazer pocket, your fingers brushing it like a secret prayer.

You were here.

But you weren’t.

Your body was in St. Mary’s.

Your heart was still back home—beating wild and feral—in the dirty hands of Rafe Cameron.

Where it had always belonged.

Where it always would.

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[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Epilogue

Finnick x Y/N

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Prequel is coming in a few months! I haven’t made a Taglist yet and probably won’t start one till I’m closer to publishing. I’ll make a post tagging this series’ Taglist when I’m starting the next one.

Content Warnings - Mentions of fertility issues/miscarriage; death; the end of this series (don’t worry it’s a good ending imo)

Dear Brielle,

A lot has happened in seventeen years. I’ve now lived half of my life without you, mom, and dad. I’ve been thinking about you a lot so my husband Finnick (yes that Finnick lol) said I should write you a letter of all the things I wanted to tell you but never could.

A little over ten years ago we killed President Snow. The districts rebelled and won. The war was brutal and there were times I nearly died, but Finnick pulled me through.

We got married a year later. We never really did the whole dating thing, our friendship just evolved into a beautiful romance overnight. He was there for me after you left and he has been here ever since.

The years since the war have not been easy. I’ve had bouts of seizures that leave me bedridden and ill for days. The doctors said my condition should be worse so I should be grateful. Countless medications and treatments have made slight improvements to my health but the pain will always be there.

Two years after our wedding we almost hit our breaking point. Finnick and I had been trying to start a family for over a year but nothing was working. It was the most frustrating experience of my life post-war and I do not wish those struggles on anyone.

Three years after our wedding, Mags passed of old age. Although we were sad, we were all glad she got to live out her last few years in a free Panem. Johanna decided to move in with Annie afterwards so she wouldn’t be alone. We are still neighbors to this day.

Four years after our wedding, I got pregnant, only to lose the baby a few months in due to a bad seizure. This was Finnick and I’s lowest point to date.

It’s now been a bit over 9 years since I married the love of my life and the father of my child. We were finally blessed with a baby boy, Neptune, 4 years ago today. He is everything I could have asked for in a child; rambunctious, kind, and adventurous. He looks just like his father but acts like his mother.

Two years ago, Neptune’s best friend arrived in District 4. Annie and Johanna adopted a little girl, Jodie, from District 7. Neptune and her do EVERYTHING together. Finnick keeps joking that we should build a tunnel between our two houses so the kids can hang out all the time.

All in all, it’s been a very painful 34 years of existence. Part of me is glad you didn’t have to witness what happened. The other part of me still hopes you’re out there, even though I know you aren’t. I hope that wherever you are, you’re at peace.

Love, your dear sister,

Y/N

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Thank you for stopping by! This blog and my writing projects are a giant work in progress since starting up writing again about six months ago. I don't keep a posting schedule though I do try to stick around and be active, but it comes and goes with seasons of life. Feel free to peruse, drop me a message, or suggest something new for me to read!

The Last Of Us

Lavender: Interludes

Set in Jackson post TLOU S1 in the Lavender universe by @justagalwhowrites, a few little scenes of Joel, Doc, and the fam in Jackson. Listen I am not pregnant, I have no desire to be pregnant, so I don’t know WHERE this came from, but I love soft Joel healing from his trauma and finding love and joy in his family! Many thanks to Kit for being totally cool with this fanfic of her fanfic and encouraging me to post! All character credit, plot, and setting to her. Content: Reader is described as pregnant. There is smut. And fluff. And love. Grab some ice cream and your heating pads if you’re in the same time of the month as me. Minors DNI. 3.6k words One-shot, complete.

Traipse - in progress!

For @justagalwhowrites Birthday Challenge for our favorite TLOU main character. Prompts: Nightmares and Feral Joel. Setting: TLOU HBO series, set within the period of 5-20 years after the outbreak. Characters: Joel x OC Female, Tommy, Tess. Projected length: 10k+ Author’s note: This is literally the worst birthday present I could give anyone. Content warnings for canon-typical violence, character deaths, suicidal ideation, substance use. It is not a happy ending. It’s gonna be kind of long. Someone toss me down a well after this.  Credit to the lyrics of Traipse by Tremonti for story title and chapter titles 🖤 AO3 link

Welcome

Setting: TLOU, right after S1 finale, back in Jackson Characters: Joel x OC reader, Ellie Length: 2.5k Rating: This one is all-ages fluff (…for now?) Stands as a one-shot for now, might grow in the future!

[untitled] - prompted by a reblog *shrug*

‘Verse: TLOU, TV series, set before the show timeline Characters: Joel x Female Reader, only physical description is “not petite” so all you smol Joel lovelies can just imagine him effortlessly handling you. Length: 1.7k Rating: M, 18+ only, unprotected P in V, consent is sexy, practice safe sex IRL friends! One-shot, complete

death on the wind - a 600 word ficlet set immediately after s2e2

The Mandalorian

Tiny Chaos, Big Love: a holiday fic challenge with Hallmark-levels of cheesiness, featuring The Mandalorian x reader, their favorite little green sidekick, and a community holiday celebration.

Grogu's Dream - my very first fic shared here, dedicated to my subreddit friends and those who encouraged me to get back into writing and fanfic <3

Here

Setting: The Mandalorian, doesn’t matter when, Din exists, that’s all we need to know for now! Characters: The Mandalorian x female reader (AFAB, no mention of breasts) Length: 1.8k Rating: Minors do not enter! M for mature. Here be smut. That’s all it is. One-shot, complete

Prospect

To Leave The Green - Ezra & Cee, for @burntheedges roll-a-trope challenge prompt: groundhog day

Setting: Prospect. Set between the shootout where Ezra and Cee first meet and the end of the film… and how do we know it didn’t actually happen? That the Ezra we see in the film hasn’t already lived it a millenniary of times? “I like to think about what happens between what’s already been written, so I add new scenes sometimes, because then I get to spend more time in their world.” -Cee  Rating: PG-13, not quite as bad as the movie’s R, less language, similar content. Length: 2k One-shot, complete AO3 link

Due : King of Hearts (unaired pilot), 500 word challenge for @itwasntimethatdidit40 . new 3.16.25

Narcos - coming soon, see WIPs below :)

Star Wars misc

May the Fourth challenge

‘Verse: Star Wars, Rebels, set within S2 finale Characters: Chopper, Kanan, Ezra Length: 1.4k Rating: PG Oneshot, complete

The Old Guard

Nile

A slice-of-life dive into the characters' lives, following Nile's 3rd-person POV. Set immediately after the end of the movie and will stretch a few decades into the future as Nile settles into her new life and we see a glimpse of how the guard adjusts to gains, losses, and life between harrowing conflicts. There will be a few nods to the graphic novels throughout but this is mostly my "what happens next" after immediately finishing the movie. Series complete. Rating: We'll stick with the movie's R for language, canon-typical action/violence. AO3 link

A Sleep Token Collection: An anthology, very much a work in progress. new 2.21.25

Originals

Bravery - poetry prompt from @arianathepoet : Write about someone who taught you to be brave; what does bravery mean to you and how did that person teach you to embody it?

Collections

@pascalsanctuary fics of the day

WIPs and sneaky-peekies

Upcoming Joel Birthday Challenge ; and more ; another

I Won't Leave You

If Javi Calls ; and more ; a little more at the end here

WIP Tag Game ; another round

TLOU Music AU

Firefly/Mando crossover

Triple Frontier... Frankie afterwards, more

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WHERE OUR BLUE IS

Written by @h3rmess ✰

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Interlude ♧ - Slip of the finger

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-> HEY FRIENDS!! this took me way too long, writers block was hitting me hard until last night.

-> I'm literally screaming I'm so so so excited for the next few chapters RAAHHHHHH 🔥🔥

-> Seiko feral era (she's me)

-> part 2 coming soon xoxoxo

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Masterlist III

SWAT

Masterlist SWAT

Caring - Chris Alonso

His Girls - Jim Street

Stitches - Chris Alonso

Nsfw Alphabet - Chris Alonso

Alone - Chris Alonso

Chris being affectionate - Chris Alonso

Chris and lap - Chris Alonso

Game to loose - Chris Alonso

Sexy time - Chris Alonso

Join me - Chris Alonso

Dating Chris Alonso - Chris Alonso

Late night cuddles - Chris Alonso

Protective - Chris Alonso

First meeting - Chris Alonso

You weren't supposed to know that - Chris Alonso

Unknown - Hondo

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Poly!20 Swat Masterlist

Poly Swat Masterlist

Sex Club - Chris, Hondo, Street

Don't be afraid - Chris Alonso

Safe - Chris Alonso

Love me - Chris, Street, Reader

Punishment - Poly

Cold - Jim Street

Secrets - Jim Street

Orgy - Poly

Sleepover - Poly

Never again - Jim Street

You're everything you need - Jim Street

Period sex - Jim Street

I can help with that - Jim Street

Introduction - Deacon

Jim Street Masterlist

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Jim Street Masterlist 2

Hurt - Chris Alonso

Chris Alonso Masterlist

Hondo Harrelson Masterlist

Jim Street Masterlist 4

Can't help falling in love - Chris Alonso

Meeting the parents - Chris Alonso

Nothing to loose - Stris

In moments like these - Jim Street

Random facts - 20Squad

Period pain - Hondo

Baby, it's cold outside - Jim Street

Didn't you already ask me that - Jim Street

Estrange - Jim Street

Dog - Jim Street

Worth the wait - Jim Street

Opposites - Jim Street

Aftercare - Jim Street

Light out - Chris Alonso

Migraine - Chris Alonso

Frienship Headcannons - Chris Alonso

Difficult - Jim Street

Late - Jim Street, Chris Alonso, OC

Roommates - Deacon, Rocker, OC

VIKINGGS VALHALLA

Not just friends - Leif Eriksson

Keeping you warm - Leif Eriksson

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Heartbeat - Leif Eriksson

New beginnings - Harald Sigurdsson

Bleeding hearts - Harald Sigurdsson

A quiet interlude - King Canute

Frat party - Leif Eriksson

Alliances - Harald Sigurdsson

Slave - Masterlist H.S.

Near death - Harald Sigurdsson

Not so quiet now - Harald Sigurdsson

Arranged - Harald Sigurdsson

Renegades - Leif Eriksson

SAND CASTLE - Cpt. Syverson

Morning cuddles

A little more heart

Yrsa

Feral instinct

A night in red tee

The fallen wolves - Poly

L is for looks

The night of many firsts

First time

Syverson Masterlist

A cold tent but a warm Captain

Things you do that drive him crazy

Holding hands

Chocolate

Needles

I'll protect you

Ramble on - Poly

Not asking for help

Have ypu ever seen the rain

AUGUST WALKER

Gentle monsters

August and the maiden

Like a virgin

[furious-rogue-stuff]

A Feral Interlude, Chapter 13: Epilogue

Pairing: Victor Creed x Isabela Montecristo | Sabertooth x Vipress

Disclaimer: This series will have canon-accurate and heightened levels of violence, adult themes, slight dub-con/non-con overtones and undertones, descriptions of bloody gore and sadism, and graphic descriptions of sex. *Post-Origins movieverse.

Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞

Word count: 3,500+

Series Summary: Victor Creed's reputation as the Sabertooth proceeds him. He clashes with a mysterious feral woman, an enigma and anomaly to everything he knows. What began as a hunt becomes a dance between like-minded predators.

🚨Warning: Explicit sex, adult situations, implied rape, graphic imagery, feral power play, slight dub-con/non-con overtones and undertones, descriptions of bloody gore and sadism, and a pinch of angst. I do not own any aspect or character of the Marvel Universe nor elements of the X-Men Origins movieverse.

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A Feral Interlude, Chapter 13: Epilogue

He walked the feudal streets of the former imperial capital, guardedly watching the sights of people celebrating their ancestral festival with joy and excitement. Colorful lanterns decorated shrines and the ringing of bells chimed in echoes all around with the laughter and cheers of crowds. The feral wandered with no destination in mind, as had become his custom since he'd woken up with no memory of who or what he was.

Idly fingering his dog tags tucked under his shirt, Logan strolled down towards one of the biggest shrines in Kyoto on the other side of a vibrantly red bridge. The group of Japanese locals that bustled opposite him across the bridge paid him no attention as they discussed their plans and pointed out the lovely lotus lanterns that floated down river and under the bridge. Sniffing the air, Logan sifted the smell of snow that would come before nightfall as he crossed over to the shrine.

The subtle yet entrancing beauty of the Shinto shrine had attracted him since the first day he'd arrived in Kyoto. Across from the shrine he spotted a procession of beautiful geisha in their dazzling silks and alabaster faces with bright rouged lips. He stood off to the side under one of the shrine's torii, absently making sure not to lean against the gate as he shoved his hands into his leather jacket's pockets and watched the slow procession near. His gaze wandered from one lovely geisha up to the parasol of another before wandering over the procession and across at the stoic beauty of the surroundings.

She stood out to him immediately. Eyes like polished jade with a hint of gold in the middle; stark in their brilliance and focused alluringly on him.

Wearing a traditional kimono, she stood out from the surroundings. Not a geisha—her countenance wasn't painted with the white base mask of traditional geisha—but not a tourist either. His interest was piqued by her, but the long procession made it difficult for him to make his way towards the grove she was strolling by.

The sound of rambunctious children running by distracted him as he narrowly maneuvered out of the way from having the rowdy kids bump into him as they rushed towards the shrine. When he looked back at the spot she was in, she was gone. In an even pace, he strode around the procession and cut through a group of monks—apologizing curtly as he did so—and followed in the general direction the mysterious woman had been strolling in. Winding down a stone path that led back to the narrow streets of the imperial city, Logan wandered into the heavy foot traffic and looked around and over the throngs when he spotted a flash of her retreating kimono as it passed out of sight down a busy avenue. He followed, picking up the pace of his stride as he turned the corner.

He halted, perplexed to not see the mysterious woman anywhere and confused by the sudden scent that tickled his nose as a rickshaw passed him on the street. Turning, he missed catching sight of the rickshaw's passenger, but was instead left buzzing from a heady and raw perfume that was left in its wake—tantalizingly wild. Logan tried to sift the significance of such a tempting scent, but shook off the curiosity and muttered to himself, "It ain't a memory, bub. Just a nice-smelling geisha…"

Riding in the rickshaw, Isabela felt her pulse slow again. She hadn't been so close to another feral in what felt like ages now, let alone the very feral brother of her former lover. She hadn't expected to be lured by the gravitating scent that she'd caught in the breeze on her walk through the festival. She loved Japan and always held a fondness for the imperial capital. Kyoto had managed to remain as pristine as it had been at the end of the Tokugawa shogunate. The majesty of the city and all of its sites had lured her out into the crowds. She'd first caught his scent when the brooding feral was strolling through Maruyama Park and gazing up at the slumbering weeping cherry blossom tree. At first, she'd been confused by the familiarity of the scent and the unfamiliarity of the subject, until she'd seen him give a small smirk after he reached for a lonely pale pink blossom that was already in wilt and pressed it into his jacket pocket. The irreverent quirk of his boyish lips and the mirth that crinkled the corners of his eyes were very familiar and singularly reminiscent of Victor when he was devoid of any mischief or sadism; when amusement would curl genuinely free from the wickedness he wore like chainmail. Smiling, she was sure that the man had been the fabled Jimmy. His scent resembled Victor's, but unlike the feline feral, he had a softness in his brown eyes that disarmed her when they fell on her. He had looked young and bemused, struck by her, as if he'd never seen another feral before. It had stuck with her.

Musingly, she decided she would return to Tokyo before schedule. She suddenly felt ruffled by the proximity of another like her. It had made her yearn for contact—to share her true self with a being like her, especially one so close to the last person she'd tangled herself emotionally and physically with. Most of all, she'd been tempted to engage him and share her knowledge with him—about her and his brother. But the look in his eyes told her she and everyone in the world were strangers to him…it had unnerved her.

The animal wasn't pleased and whispered for her to remain as she's been: supreme and alone so as to avoid further entanglements of the mortal coil. Her intrigue curbed, she instructed the rickshaw man to take her to the train station. It was time she busy herself, and she knew Japan would keep her busy for quite a while thanks to its booming economy and rising global participation. Nothing better for a heavy heart than to toil at what one does best…

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It wasn't the Gobi desert, but he was sure if he stayed long under the blistering heat he definitely could go mad. He remembered a few times in Vietnam where he would be so overheated he would forget what he was doing—feel caged and need to lash out to gain his bearings. Wait, why am I even thinking of the Gobi-fucking-desert?

He tossed his head, rubbing the sweat out of his eyes as he leaned back on the tree branch and looked up at the rays of sun blazing through the canopy of trees all around him. He was high off the ground, balanced like a lounging big game cat. He'd radioed in for pickup over an hour ago, but that wasn't what he was worried about. Digging his claws into the tree bark, Victor brooded, eyes hooded and faraway as he tried to focus his thoughts. His mind flashed to Isabela sitting across from him, looking alluringly seductive as she smiled at him from behind a wine glass. Oh yeah…goddammit. 

Victor had lost track of how long it have been since rapture had fizzled out of his system, but every once in a while his mind would betray him with an errant memory or silly reminder of Vipress. His viper. Isabela Montecristo had sent a shock to his system, or at least that's what he told himself whenever he needed to get his mind off of her. Lately it hadn't taken that much effort, not with work keeping him occupied. Said work had taken him to most corners of the third world, including his current position. He liked government work. The perks were just as good as he remembered and the hassle was never his problem.

Having his bloodlust met and getting paid for it had alleviated some of his rancor and pent up impulsivity, leaving him to only brood over her. He had made it so he wouldn't have much time with his thoughts, and he liked it that way, until moments like this when all he had to do was think.

The murmur of a helicopter in the distance was a reprieve to his rising thoughts—his desires that left him angry and scornful and brashly strategizing his next move in recovering what was his. He needed time to distance himself from yet another blow to his ego…from yet another loss that he ultimately considered his fault.

With a growl, he stood up on the branch and began to climb his way up to the top of the tree, reaching the blazing sunlight beyond just as the helicopter came into his eye line from across the horizon.

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"An offer you can't refuse."

He both loved and hated that line now. Yeah, damn straight. Dan Dresner thought to himself as he gazed at the holographic archive that spun before him like a god come down from the heavens. It was all just so…beautiful. And he'd been involved—hell, he'd poured his mind and soul into it!

He didn't know where he was, who these people really were, or what side they were truly on, but he knew this could be used for both good and evil. The archive was unlike anything ever put together before. For once he felt a part of something revolutionary. Unlike his work for Stryker, his ability was used for knowledge's sake…for now anyway. He wasn't naïve. He knew that if Fury was just another Stryker—that all his work would go to mobilize destruction, human and mutant alike…but he didn't believe Fury was like Stryker.

Dan couldn't say he knew the man, but he knew what he'd read from him: Nick Fury was a man who loved his country and would do anything to defend it, short of the atrocities committed by evil men he'd fought against his whole military career. As far as Dan was concerned, he was doing good work, and was no longer ashamed or taking his powers for granted.

"Archeion, access mutant database. Codename: Archive," he instructed.

"Archive not registered, sir. Would you like to register?" The feminine-voiced computer asked.

"Yes," he responded, stepping into the middle of the hologram just as two electrodes descended from the central pedestal's ceiling console to attach to his temples. "Commence."

He closed his eyes and began to load into the computer all his self-knowledge about his mutant persona: Archive. Dan wasn't going to be a coward; he was committed to the whole process, good and bad of it. If it meant that he was now part of some list, so be it. There was no turning back, and for once, he wasn't scared of having to move forward into the uncertain future.

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Highlights of the Iranian Revolution played out on the screen mounted on the wall, the sound muted. The rest of the modern penthouse was sterile and utilitarian save for the dazzling view of Tokyo behind the plush couch she was lounging on as she watched the television. Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini rallied the crowds as the new Supreme Leader, and Isabela couldn't help muse ambivalently on how close she had played a part in any of it. It seemed to her that no matter how much she strove to remain distant from the mainstream world, she always found herself ensnared in sequences of events that would shape the present and future of a society. It was all too close for comfort.

Standing, she turned her back on the inset television that took up most of the wall and set her attention on the amazing view from her penthouse window.

It was yet another tower, separated from all the buildings around her, but unlike her place in NYC, it was much colder and severe. The style suited her lately, uncluttered and serene, albeit post-modern. After leaving Kyoto, she'd spent weeks on end staring out the window, just as she was now, wondering about her place in the world. Her beliefs had been shaken, undermined by the whirlwind she'd been swept up in, and all she could do was reflect on it all from the detached objectivity afforded to her by the beast within.

The viper…the animal inside of her had always been there to guide her. It would always be there for her, and during times of great soul searching, it was there to remind her: You are lethal. You are vicious. You are mighty. And you are me. We are indestructible and unattainable. 

This time, she wavered. Looking at her reflection in the glass, she stared into her preternatural gaze and thought that she was not alone. There were other animals like her out there, just as indestructible and fierce as she, but not as unrelentingly detached from the world. She had already crossed paths with one, and there were times when Victor weighed on her mind so persistently that she wondered if it wasn't time for her to rethink her path.

You'll cross paths again. If you choose to be his then…we will be his. 

The primordial whisper assured her, and she retreated to it, glad to be fortified by the gesture and soothed in the irrevocable acceptance of fate being what she would make. Isabela looked down on the world below, hope blossoming within her for the new decade before her and the absence of guilt she felt from the one past her.

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He much preferred subzero temperatures to sub-Saharan heat any day. The only problem with the cold climate was that blood would ice over and crystallize under his claws, which made them ache if he didn't pick them clean. Otherwise, the cold always gave him some sick form of comfort.

Victor made his way through the knee-deep snow, unfazed by the wind that whipped around him and obscured the landscape ahead. He was deep in the Northwest Territories, probably closer to the border of Yukon by now. The solitude of the almost polar landscape was an excellent place for his next rendezvous. Even with the modern conveniences of snowmobiles, most humans couldn't navigate the terrain. It was cruel and hostile—just like him.

Smirking, he scraped some of the frost that was collected along the fur of his jaw and made his way over an incline that camouflaged the secret base. He effortlessly trekked down to the unsecured series of structures, sniffing the air for any signs of vehicle exhaust. Looking east, he spotted the hangar and headed in route to it. Pushing the heavy side door open, Victor kicked the door closed after him, sealing the snow and howling wind outside as he loped over to the man sitting on the steps of the armored military helicopter. Which military? Victor didn't know and didn't care.

"What part of 'I'm on vacation' dontcha understand, huh, Hudson?" Victor groused acerbically as he approached the man, who was busying himself by lighting the cigarette dangling on his lip.

"The part where you come here for some R & R. Figured you were more bored than needing to relax," Hudson responded, inhaling deep and letting the puff of smoke exhale in a cloud from his nostrils. "Just cuz I said there were no supervisors doesn't mean yer not supposed to check in, Creed. And by the way, since when did you get into wearing fur? Kind of a weird look on yah, buddy," he straight-faced joked as he puffed away on his cigarette.

Dusting the melting snow off of his fur-lined trenchcoat, Victor snorted, "This ain't your mother's furs, asshole. 'Only wear what I kill, and this grizzly sure put up a fight; couldn't let the pelt go to waste." The other man whistled in response. "You didn't come here to give me shit about my fashion sense. What do yah want?" Victor muttered and gave him a calculating look that told the other man he hadn't trekked so far for low-rent shit.

Tucking the cigarette between his fingers, Hudson grabbed a folder that was sitting on the top step of the helicopter before tossing it to Victor. "Yah probably heard about this during your tenure with Striker." When Victor tilted his head in that dangerous way, Hudson quickly added, "A tenure we will never discuss, I remember."

Eyeing him sharply before pulling the form out of the file, Victor grunted and skimmed the old CIA form. His eyes lingered over a codename and he looked over at Hudson before looking at the name again, shoving the form back into the file and tossing it back at him. "Yeah, I heard about it, and I ain't interested," he stated with irrevocable steel in his tone.

"Yah sure?" the man said coolly as he stubbed out his cigarette on the side of the stairs.

"You guys can't afford me for this job. I'd charge double if I was interested, and I'm not interested," Victor remarked, his thumbnails idly flicking his other nails in succession, pinky to forefinger and visa versa. It was a telltale sign that he was impatient.

Hudson read the gesture and stood. "Alright. Not gunna lie, I was hoping you'd take it. Yer the only guy I could think of with the balls to go after him—"

"You fuckin' suck at flattery, Hudson, so can it. And do me a favor—don't fucking patronize me again," he let the deadly edge of his tone weigh the air before continuing, "Don't think just cuz I'll kill my own kind for money that I'm gonna help your kind tip the scales back in your collective favor."

"Figured you for a non-political kind of mutant, Creed, wouldn't peg you for a Homo-Superior—"

"So you pegged me for a self-loathing mutant bastard who'd wanna off a guy who thinks mutants are superior to humans? Last time I checked, you don't get paid to figure or peg—you get paid to hand out missions and get the fuck out of the way of the masters. And this fuckin' master is sayin' he's gonna pass on this…understood?" Victor snarled hostilely, watching as the other man shrugged and put his hands up in surrender of the argument.

"Got it, Creed. Sorry I disturbed your vay-kay. Just do me a favor: when yer done with the uninhabitable solitude, give me a call. I'll have something lined up for yah…" Hudson stated and with that, gave Victor a backwards wave as he turned and walked up the steps into the state of the art helicopter.

Victor watched the steps recede and the helicopter seal shut just as the roof of the hangar split and opened upwards. The advanced aircraft ascended into the howling elements, leaving the feral to huff and turn back towards the way he came. By the time he was stalking up the incline the helicopter was humming out of sight. Sprinting through the treeline, Victor prowled on all fours and galloped the rest of the way back to his hideout.

He had to admit, for the Sabertooth to be considered capable enough to be asked to take out Erik Lensherr was testament to how he'd come up in the world. Sure, he didn't take the job, but it meant he wasn't a lowly mercenary; he wasn't a guy you'd call to take out third world garbage anymore. More importantly, he was a man with options, someone to be up-sold and feared.

A smirk tugged on his boyish lips as he stared into the fire of his rustic hearth. It was a new decade, and a new day for Victor Creed. All the things—her—that he'd been longing for were pushed to the background in his mind. His solitary spirit was fortified and his pride swelled from the thought that he was at a place he'd always wanted to be: free, unburdened by guilt, and powerful in his own right. When it came down to it, he was the king of his mountain, and he liked his odds at staying on top. Most importantly, he was genuinely proud for the first time since he and Jimmy embraced their natures and formed their brotherhood close to a hundred years before.

The animal and the man were in true harmony…and nothing would change or stand in the way of that now.

The End.

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[sofasoap]

Fate, brought us together again.

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Few weeks after Interlude: Here comes the insertion specialist. Reunite with König, again, under very undesirable circumstances. Inspired by the piccadilly circus mission.

Warning: Mature theme, sexual theme. TRIGGER WARNING: gun violence,blood and gore and death.  English isn’t my first language.

A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background.

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Smoke, Ashes, Sirens sound everywhere. Dazed and confused, you slowly got up from the ground. You hear people screaming, sound of gunshots being fired. Alerted, you quickly got up and ran towards the nearest obstacle for cover, that's when you notice two little kids sobbing and shaking a body of a woman lying unconscious. Looking left and right, you dash towards them.

You quickly check for any vital signs of the woman, luckily you can feel a faint pulse, and shallow breathing sound. You let out a sigh of relief. Better not move her at all until the EMS arrives. You took off the jacket and lay it on the woman, keeping her warm.

Turning your attention the two children, you ask, "Shh.. shh.. it's ok darling. Is this your mummy?" They nodded. "Are you two hurt?" One of them shook their head, the other replied you with trembling voice, " My arm hurts..", and you notice the child's arm was bleeding from a big gush. Digging through your bag, you found the little wooden teddy bear König had gave you. Passing to the injured child, you ask them to hold it, trying to distract their attention while you try to bandage them up as best you can. As you carefully wipe the gush wound with the alcohol wipe you had in your bag, the child flinches a little, biting their lower lip a little trying very hard not to cry again.

" Good job.. I am sorry it's stings... it's killing all the bad germs so you can heal better." The child nods. Suddenly another loud bang startled three of you. More gunshot sounds, you can hear it's coming closer and closer. Quickly shielding the two children behind you, you saw someone with Ak-47 approaching from behind the turned over bus few meters away. You immediately grab the two children and run towards the wall, but it was too late, the gunner spotted you and shot you right in the leg. Falling onto the ground, you let out a cry of agony. From the corner of eyes, you see the gunman walking towards you, shouting in a language you don't understand. Raising his gun, the two children tremble in fear, you turn around and use yourself as a body shield, waiting for the bullet to hit you. But the death never came. Unknown to the gunman, a figure appeared behind him, grabbing his head and slashing his throat in one fluid motion. Turning your head, you see a tall hooded figure, with piercing feral eye staring at you. You gasped. König.

König wish he could fly back to Austria, back to his Opa and Oma's cottage , high up in the mountain, and never be seen again. He had no idea what happened later that night at the pub. The last thing he remember was Horangi jabbing him with his elbow, teasing him about the girl he is waving to across the room. He took a sip of the coke after that, which had a odd sweet taste to it, and as if someone switch off the tv, everything just blackout afterwards. It's not until the next day, when he woke up with huge headache, he crawled out from the SAS's guest quarter, dragging himself towards the mess hall in search for water and breakfast. He was met with looks walking down the corridor. König is familiar with people giving him " the look " throughout his life due to his massive stature, but this feels different. Some of the women ( and even some of the men too ) was eyeing him up and down with admiration or even.... suggestive looks??? Doing his best to ignore them, he enter the mess hall and walk towards the buffet Picking up water and coffee, and bit of scramble egg ( he think that is all he can stomach at moment with this dreadful hangover ), he saw Horangi waving him over to sit by the corner table. "Hey big boy, how you feeling?" ".. I need some pain killers. Huge headache." Is all he manage to squeeze out. " Well, I apologise for that. I forgot you don't drink alcohol at all...but! You have now few admirers in this camp!" König shot Horangi a look, " I shouldn't have ask you to get the drink for me... What did I do? what do you mean I got admirers?" Pulling his mask down a little, he started sipping coffee slowly. The warm beverage eases bit of the queasiness in his stomach. " You mean you don't remember?" " No. I told you before I can't take any alcohol at all. It makes me black out." " OHhhh.. So remember the girl you were waving to earlier that night? You made a move on her. " König eyes was bulging out." you were suggesting to her you were very good at ramming people with your .. um.. greatest asset." König spit his coffee out. Suddenly he heard plates slammed on the table. He can see Ghost and Soap looking at his way from two table down. If their eyes are weapon, they are currently shooting him with death rays. The kept their eyes on him while stabbing into sausage with full force, rattling the table. König never finish his meal so fast in his life. You kept texting him, as if nothing had happened. Guessing its a good thing? You are still willing to talk to him despite the embarrassing incident. But he just couldn't bring himself to reply. Not until few weeks later, Kortac headquarter received news on possible terrorist threat in London and then SAS and MI6 has requested assistance. He thought it's a good chance for him to see you face to face, and apologise for what he did. He never realise he will meet you again amongst the chaos and death.

When they arrive on scene Piccadilly Circus, the terrorists had already started their rampage. The team split up in twos and goes around trying to clear out any threats while the SAS team and police continue to scout around for other possible explosives that hasn't been set off. He heard a gunshot, coming from behind the turned over bus, an anguish cry of a woman, follow by someone yelling in some foreign languages. He signed to Horangi, motion him to hold his position. He slowly approach towards the sound of the gunshot, trying not to be discovered, he saw men raising his AK-47 aiming towards a woman that is doing her best shielding two small children in her arm.

Split second he made the decision of unsheathe his knife, dash towards the gunman, pulling his neck back and cut his throat in one swift motion. The gunman dropped onto the floor, blood spraying out and eye turned upward. Turning his attention to the three trembling figure, the woman turned her head and look up to him, eyes wide with recognition. "... K... König ??? " It was you. He forgot you never seen him with his full sniper hood on before. Horangi appeared from the other side, nodding to him, standing guard. Wiping his knife before sheathing it back into the pouch, König slowly approaches you and kneeled down.

" It's me Liebling, are you Ok?" You let out a shaky breath and shook your head. " he shot me in the calf.. I can't walk." König nodded. " Requesting for medical assistant here ASAP. Three civilians require assistance." " Thank you for saving us.. " small smile appeared on your face. " For the second time.. " König shook his head. " Don't mention it." he look at the two children, who is looking at him with apprehension. He tenses up. The children reminds him of the Urzik hostages, who was unwilling to listen to him due to his appearance. You nudge the younger children, " It's Ok, he is the good guy." Pointing to the wooden teddy bear they still hold in their hand, " He made that teddy bear, for me." The kid open his eye wide with amazement. How can someone so big made something so small??? " The Medics should be coming soon." You can see few people rushing towards your direction with stretcher and medical supplies. "You should be safe now, these people will get you to safety and get you treated." He was about to stand, you grabbed his arm.

" Wait!" He look down at you, eyes full of question. " Am I going to see you later?" "... I will come and find you." His eyes soften a little, before turning his attention elsewhere again, back into full soldier mode.

He later found you amongst the heap of ambulances and injured, you were sitting on a stretcher, with the two children who he saw before with you on the other stretcher and with woman lying there. You were talking to the children, trying to distract them. " Mini." he called out to you. You turned your visibly pale face towards him. Despite the tiredness you shot him a beaming smile. " König!" He stride forward and stood by your side. " You ok?" You enquired.

Nodding his head, he look at your leg. " They will have to get me to the hospital soon to retrieve the bullet. But in the meantime, I will survive. At least my pain has lessened with the drug they are giving me. " You sighed.

He tentatively reach his gloved hand towards your face, cupping it gently. You close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"I was so scared. I thought that was the end. I kept thinking in my mind , I had to protect those innocent kids." You chuckled bitterly. " You know what flash through my mind the last second? Oh I had to apologise to König that I gave his little teddy bear away.." "Don't worry about it Liebling.. I'll make you another one." He was proud of you but same time his heart ached, what if he didn't spot the gunman sooner? What if he didn't reach you in time? The thought drove him to darker places.

" You keep calling me Liebling. what does it mean? " " ... It.. It.. It means.. It means darling...." König look down onto the floor and stammered. You open your eyes again, face red. Reach up with both of your hand, pull him down slightly by his sniper hood. Forehead bumping together, you look him into his eyes. Oh god, how much you love looking at his blue eyes, behind his piercing look, you can see a soft man in it, waiting to be hugged, to be loved. "Well, Liebling." He love the sound of you speaking his language. "Do you want to take me out for dinner? A proper date?" You can see his eyes open bit wider. You place a kiss on his cheek through the hood, and whispered into his ear : " And MAYBE you can show me later how good you are at... RAMMING into people. My big teddy bear."

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol 5

Happy friday, friends <3

It's that time of the week again! Here are (almost) all of the fics I read this week + my unhinged rambling. As always, you can find my complete spreadsheet here.

This week, I left off a bunch of fics I read because they're part of a little thing I'm doing with my friends called Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2023 - pegging a bunch of pedro boys!! Those will be put in a masterlist next week and I will link that list on next week's Digest.

Cowboy Like Me - a Javi P series by @cutesyscreenname

-> Every single thing about this is so good. The bi reader. The soft javi. the banter. the smut. the slowburn. the buildup. I am SCREAMING. Hannah this fic is ruining my life it's so good

Bad Mood - a Joel one shot by @javiscigarette

-> If I had this man to spank me out of my bad moods i'd be happy forever

Lead me not into temptation - a Marcus Pike one shot by @whataperfectwasteoftime

-> Based on midnight mass + fleabag, I have a thing for sexy priests... so I was intrigued. I wasn't raised catholic but I do have religious trauma so this is right up my alley lmao. The internal struggle within Marcus is portrayed beautifully. The way he describes his lover, the way the lord's prayer is interwoven... UGH this is stunning. It's really emotional but is also really hot (bc when do I ever read non-smut lmao).

Bekväm - an Ezra one shot by @whataperfectwasteoftime

-> Lol just realized i read this a while ago (pre-spreadsheet) while trolling their masterlist but anyway. I love one armed Ezra so much. And this is a really great take on that. The main character is so fun. The concept was neat. They capture Ezra's voice nicely. The smut was gorgeous and wonderfully captured the experience of someone recently um... disarmed.

The Crucible - a Marcus Pike one shot by @whataperfectwasteoftime

-> Holy shit dude! I love a good BDSM fic... this one manages to capture that soft, sweet angel baby vibe you get from Marcus while also weaving in his confidence and sexiness. The "soft dom" voice and actions being literally juxtaposed with what his right hand is doing??? Incredible.

Siren Song - a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

-> This is so fucking hot dude. Joel being needy and desperate is everything I needed right now. I really liked the dynamic with Tommy also.

Fuse - a Din/Ezra series by @marisferasiop

->My mind is blown. I was speechless for 5 full minutes after reading this. I was thankful for my vivid imagination while reading it because those were some WILD positions. I also somehow never considered merging Mando and Prospect? It's so perfect! Din and Ezra together is something I didn't know I needed. Put me in that sandwich please.

Lie to Me - a Javi P series by @iamskyereads

-> Javi is so soft and protective and cute ugh. And I love the TV show Lie To Me because I'm a crime drama junkie, so the human lie detector!reader is really fun for me. I'm on the first interlude at the time of writing this (so about 5 chapters in) and I've been thoroughly sucked in to the story. Also the way you're weaving in plot elements? Or rather weaving your story into the existing plot so seamlessly? Masterful work, fr.

My World a Dio one shot by @sneetsnootyoit

-> So cute and soft and sweet and HOT. And love that the reader is GN! Soft and sweet Dio is such a fun change from the type of fics I usually see for him and I am so here for it.

Red Smoke - an Ezra one shot by micha-alien (ao3)

-> Dirty talking Dom Ezra, set just before the movie. It is... unreasonably hot. He's mean in all the best ways in this and a little feral and so very fucking yummy.

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Recs from pre-Digest era that literally live rent free in my head:

Please - a Dieter one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Sex Worker!Frankie AU - a Frankie series by @prolix-yuy

Meant to Be - an Oberyn series by @radiowallet

The Crush - a Javi P series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

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I've put out some pegging fics this week so go find those and keep an eye out for the masterlist if that's your thing.

Also I'm putting finishing touches on Burn Slowly/I Love You ch 2 (my soft sweet former firefighter!Frankie AU)

[oonajaeadira]

A GIRL WALKS INTO A BOOKSHOP (Ezra x f!reader) Masterlist

(moodboard by @writeforfandoms)

FANDOM: Prospect / Ezra

READER: Adult female. An inventor/fixer/finisher. No other descriptors; no use of y/n.

RATING: Teen (Interlude chapter is Explicit)

No Minors Please: My work is 18+. I will respectfully ask minors to turn away to protect themselves and me. Thank you.

SUMMARY: Set a couple of years after the events of the film. Ezra owns a bookshop. You walk in.

NOTES: The coziest, softest romance. They do work up to intimacy, but it is sequestered in it’s own chapter--the “Interlude”--which can be skipped without losing any of the story. This series is complete. A GIRL LIVES IN A BOOKSHOP is an ongoing, set of continuation one shots set after the series end.

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A GIRL WALKS INTO A BOOKSHOP

Chapter 1: Something Tender Inside Chapter 2: Has a Glow in It Chapter 3: And It All Just Tumbles Out Chapter 4: The Opposite of Hurt Chapter 5: Been Waiting For You Chapter 6: A Damn Fine Fit Chapter 7: Someone Who Handles You Gently Interlude: Ezra’s Room Chapter 8: Whose Heart is a Home for Keeps

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A GIRL LIVES IN A BOOKSHOP

Quiet Within - A little quiet moment in the bookshop on a windy day. Love Looks Good On You - A quiet, cozy morning; Arlo comes to visit. What’s Ezra Up to These Days? - An ask answered with “well, obviously he’s trying to adopt a feral cat.” Ezra Adopts A Kitten When? - A tag answered with “it’s complicated, but mostly she’s Tinker’s.” Where’d you come from, little pyewackett? - A quick drabble based on a set of photos of a cat in a bookshop. A Magnet for Cats - It’s a cat shop now, nothing to be done about it. Bogwash Sighted! - A neighbor’s cat may have just made some mischief in the Bookshop...

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EXTRAS

You Have Kind Eyes - A Cee and Kinkaid six-sentence ficlet written as part of a follower celebration.

You Make Me Feel Like I’m Worthy - An Ezra x Tinker six-sentence ficlet written as part of a follower celebration.

The hallway in The Queen’s Lair - A little insight into the floorplan of the bookshop

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PLAYLIST INSPIRED BY A GIRL WALKS INTO A BOOKSHOP

queen’s lair by @amb-am

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ARTWORK INSPIRED BY A GIRL WALKS INTO A BOOKSHOP

“Welcome to The Queen’s Lair - Ezra is here to help you find the perfect book.”  by @mjpens inspired by Chapter 1 

“You truly are a clever one, tinker girl”  - by @mjpens inspired by Chapter 3

“He’s quietly running his hand through the fillianweed tufts…” - by @mjpens inspired by Chapter 7

“Congratulations. You are now a co-owner of The Queen’s Lair. Welcome home.” - by @mjpens inspired by Chapter 8

Glowfly Patch - by @rook-on-bough inspired by A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop

Ezra and Cee, posing for a pic, before she leaves for school - by @rook-on-bough inspired by A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop

Tinker Girl and Ezra before closing time - by @mjpens inspired by A Girl Walks Into A Bookshop

Moodboard by @writeforfandoms inspired by A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop (above)

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COMMISSIONED ARTWORK

Ezra and Tinker by @miranhas-art based on Chapter 5

PLEASE NOTE: I write my stories with myself in mind, but I try to keep them as reader characters as inclusive as possible. This art is not meant to represent all readers. Your reader is you. My reader is me, and when I commission artwork, I usually do so with myself as reference. I write what I yearn and yearn to see what I write, and I can’t do it myself, so I choose to support fanart artists. They do beautiful work and there’s no way I’m not going to share it with you!!! 

MASTERLIST

[thataintnolady]

This chapter is a little spicy so it's all under the cut.

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New Velaris, Old Vendettas

Chapter 9 | Interlude

[3700 words]

<<previous chapter | masterlist

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Nesta stopped in front of Eris. “Is it later yet?”

“Yeah, I suppose it is.” It was later. They were alone. No chance of anybody walking in, thank fuck.

Nesta reached up and slid her fingers into his hair. She ruffled it back and forth for a moment, smirking. She undid a couple of buttons of his shirt, then stepped back, looking him over thoughtfully.

“What are you doing?”

“Turns out I have a thing for the sweetly dishevelled version of Eris Vanserra.”

He bent towards her, so his lips rested against the shell of her ear. “Come into the bedroom and I’ll let you dishevel me as much as you want,” he whispered.

Nesta shivered. He trailed soft kisses down the side of her neck to her shoulder.

“I wouldn’t have guessed you were the kind of man who kept things strictly to the bedroom,” she said, her voice low.

A grin of feral delight spread over Eris’s face. This woman. God damn.

“We can play wherever you like, Nesta. I just thought the bedroom might be more… relaxing. We’ve got all night, so I intend to take my time.” He heard her suck in a breath and started to slowly guide her backwards, steering her toward the main bedroom at the far end of the loft, the only part that was walled off rather than open plan.

“So?” he asked when they entered the bedroom. “If you don’t like it here, I’m happy for you to choose wherever else appeals.”

He watched Nesta take in his bedroom. Like the rest of the loft, it was decorated in a modern cabin style. There was a king bed, the wall space above which was dominated by an abstract painting in warm colours. There was a walk-in closet and an en suite bathroom with-

“Is that a jacuzzi in your bathroom?”

“It is. Why, do you want to get in?” he smirked.

“Oh my god. Yes, I actually do. Can we? I can’t believe you have a jacuzzi in your bathroom. And yet, I can. Of course you do,” she marvelled.

“It was here when I moved in Nesta, I didn’t go out of my way,” he said, amused. But he went in and turned on the taps.

As the jacuzzi filled, Eris walked back out to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked pointedly at Nesta.

“What?”

“You weren’t planning on getting in the jacuzzi fully clothed, were you?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, you want me to put on some kind of show for you here?”

“I will if you will.”

A slow smile spread across Nesta’s face. She lifted her blouse over her head, revealing a black bra with sheer panels and a complex arrangement of straps. She unzipped her skirt and slid it off, letting it drop to the floor at her feet, her eyes locked to Eris’s. The black panties she had on matched the bra. Her skin looked smooth as silk, her body softly curved. Eris swallowed. “Your turn,” she instructed.

He smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt, taking more time over it than was necessary. He shrugged it off his shoulders and unbuckled his belt. He was already hard. The hitch of Nesta’s breath when he’d kissed her neck was enough to start him off and the sight of her in her underwear had finished the job. When it came to Nesta, it really didn’t take much at all. He laughed for a second.

“What?” Nesta asked again.

“There’s really no sexy way for a man to take his shoes off, is there?” Eris asked.

Nesta laughed as well. “I suppose not.”

“Then let’s just get it over with and get in the jacuzzi.” He sat on the edge of the bed and took his shoes and socks off, throwing them in the general direction of the walk-in closet. Eris usually had tidy habits, but that was the last thing he cared about right now. He stood and unbuttoned his pants, stepped out of them and left them on the floor.

Nesta reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, then slid it off her arms. She let it dangle for a second before dropping it. Her breasts were as beautiful as Eris had imagined – not huge, but full and rounded, tipped with pink nipples peaked in the cool air. She hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties and slid them down, letting them slip down her legs before stepping out of them. She stood before him, naked except for her black heels, and raised her eyebrows.

Eris stripped off his boxer briefs, letting his erection spring free. Nesta’s eyes slid below his waist, then she met his gaze and held it. Eris had to hold himself back from lunging for her then and there, but he’d told her they had all night and he meant it. He gestured toward the bathroom. “After you, gorgeous.”

She kicked off her heels and sauntered toward it, seemingly not at all self conscious. But why would she be? The jacuzzi was set into the floor of the bathroom, so large it was only just reaching half filled. Eris didn’t use it often because he felt guilty to waste so much water. But for Nesta, he would gladly make an exception. She carefully walked down the steps and settled herself on the bench seat built into the side.

“Coming in?”

Eris did, sitting opposite her with his arms stretched along the edge of the jacuzzi. When the water was high enough, he switched on the jets. One came to life directly behind Nesta and she squealed, unprepared.

“That was uncalled for,” she said sternly, sliding over to his side and straddling his lap.

“Punish me as you see fit,” he offered.

She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him sweetly before sinking her teeth into his lower lip, hard enough that it was just on the edge of pain. Eris groaned his approval and pulled her closer, one arm around her waist and a hand at the back of her neck, keeping her mouth pressed to his. There were no chaste, tender kisses for them. Their tongues writhed together, both of them shameless with need.

Eris only broke the kiss when he knew he was in danger of gripping Nesta by the hips and thrusting into her then and there. Not yet, not yet. He wanted Nesta every bit as desperate for him as he was for her.

He pulled away, a lazy smile belying his ardor as leant his head back against the side of the jacuzzi. He looked Nesta over. The ends of her hair were wet where they had dangled in the water, and damp tendrils curled around her face. He ran a fingertip down one breast, then took the nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Nesta made a soft noise and he suckled at the nipple, listening to the way her breath caught. He loved the way she responded to his touch.

He slid a hand between her legs, trailing his fingers through her folds and smiling as she let out a little gasp and bucked her hips. The way his fingers slid against her skin told him she was wet from more than just the water. She began to move against his hand and he obliged her, teasing her clit with his fingertips and sucking gently at her neck.

When he heard her breathing starting to get faster, more erratic, he lifted her off his lap and spun her around, settling her in the position where he had been. She made a little noise of discontent, but he held a finger to his lips and winked before kneeling in front of her, the water reaching his upper chest. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her hips. She floated easily in the water, legs spread before him. The neatly trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs was a shade darker than the hair on her head, and she was waxed bare below.

Eris kept one hand at her lower back and used the other to part her folds before lowering his head and licking a slow, lingering path from the entrance of her vagina up to her clit. Nesta moaned softly. The slightly salty taste of her was diluted by the water, but it undid him just the same. He pumped his tongue into her. She was slick and delicious. God, the things he was going to do to this woman. Nesta Archeron would not regret one second of this night, he vowed.

He made a seal around her clit with his lips and sucked at it, gently at first. As Nesta’s moans became louder, he sucked harder. She jerked her hips suddenly, throwing off her centre of gravity so that she slid under the water for a second. She came up spluttering, her hair wet.

“Shit! Are you okay?” Eris grabbed her around the waist.

“Yes,” she laughed. “Fuck, I – you’re intense. In a good way.”

Eris grinned. “Shall we take this back to the bedroom? I want to make you come, not drown you.”

“Promise?”

Nesta stood and twisted her hair, wringing water out of it. She walked up the steps and out of the jacuzzi. Eris followed and tossed her a fluffy white towel from a stack below the vanity. They dried off quickly and Nesta squeezed her hair in the towel until it only remained a little damp. When she was finished, Eris took the towel from her and threw it into a corner before picking her up and kissing her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, then slid down slightly and angled her hips so the head of his cock nestled against the lips of her pussy. He groaned at the feel of her slick warmth. If she moved another inch-

He carried her back through to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. She looked up at him and grinned.

“Where were we?” he asked, as he crawled up the bed and leaned over her.

Nesta pretended to think for a moment. “Prior to the near drowning? Why, I believe you were absolutely destroying me with that clever, filthy mouth of yours.”

“Mm, so I was. Shall we revisit that, then?”

“Fuck yes.”

Eris smiled and spread her legs roughly, settling between her thighs. He slid a fingertip into her entrance, capturing the wetness there before trailing it up to her clit. He circled it gently. Nesta groaned, her thighs tensing. Eris lowered his mouth to her clit and slipped the finger into her. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue and the slippery, silken walls of her pussy gripped his finger as he flexed it inside her.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”

“Who said you had to wait?” Nesta panted.

“Not until I have you coming all over my face first,” Eris said, his voice low and strained with need. Nesta whimpered, and he worked her clit faster, flicking his tongue over it as she writhed on the bed, her hands clutching at the rumpled bedsheets.

Eris slid another finger into her and sucked on her clit again, teasing it between his lips. Nesta groaned.

“Oh god, oh fuck! I-”

He felt her tense in her core, and knew she was close. He writhed his fingers inside her, working her clit mercilessly with his tongue. Nesta’s breath was coming in tight little gasps. She let out a moan that turned into a shout, and he felt the walls of her pussy grip and pulse as she tipped over the edge.

He stayed with her as she climaxed, his mouth latched onto her clit and his fingers working inside her, only slowing and then stopping as he felt her go limp, sated. He waited a few moments, then pressed a kiss to her clit and grinned when she bucked her hips and gasped at the overstimulation.

He withdrew his fingers and licked them as Nesta watched, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide. He collapsed down next to her.

“I really like the way you come,” he whispered in her ear. “Show me again?”

She laughed incredulously. “Give me a minute, I’m still recovering.”

Eris reached over, lifting a lock of damp hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. Nesta smiled up at him, her eyes still glazed over with pleasure.

“I must look like a fucking wreck. Is my mascara all over my face after getting dunked?”

Eris lifted his head to check. It was smeared slightly, but in a sexy, coked-up-starlet-after-a-big-night way. “You still look perfectly delicious.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “The most shameless lies spill from that silver tongue of yours.”

He grinned and wiggled the tip of it at her. “You love this tongue and you know it.”

She rolled over onto her side, resting her head on one arm. “I do,” she confessed. “But I think it’s time to find out what you like.” She reached down and skimmed her palm over his cock, then curled her fingers around it, running the pad of her thumb gently over the head. “Mm, you’re hard as a rock.”

Eris shivered. “What do you expect, listening to you make those pretty little sounds for me?” he asked.

“Ah, so you like that?” Nesta nuzzled the curve of his ear, teasing it with her lips. “You like it when I… uhh…” she moaned softly, whispering into his ear. His cock twitched in her hand. “Mmm,” she groaned, with a soft whimpering sound. She worked her hand slowly up and down his length, her lips still at his ear. “Ohhhh. Uh!”

“Fuuuck,” Eris said through clenched teeth, his voice strained.

Nesta grinned. “Oh, you’re almost too easy,” she said gleefully. “I’d better stop that for now, I want to play with you a little longer yet.”

“Cruel, wanton woman,” Eris groaned, flopping onto his back. “I can’t help it if the sound of a woman’s pleasure does sinful things to me.”

Nesta moved to lie over him, the length of her body pressed to his, her head resting in the curve of his shoulder. “What else would you like me to whisper in your ear, Eris?” she asked, her voice low. “Would you like me to tell you about how, after that night in my office, I had to get myself off twice before I could even sleep?”

Eris had done exactly the same, he remembered. Half delirious with exhaustion, he still hadn’t been able to rest for the thoughts of Nesta in his head and the rush of blood in his veins. “Yeah?” he said, his voice more even than he expected. “And what were you thinking of while you touched yourself?”

Nesta licked his neck, and wiggled her hips a little so his cock bumped against her ass. “You,” she whispered. “How it would feel to have you inside me.” She nipped at his collarbone. “You had me so wet and needy, Eris. I would have devoured you and gone back for more. I would have let you bend me over my own desk and ruin me.”

Eris groaned. She tilted her hips back and he felt her wetness against his shaft. She licked the curve of his ear. “I was thinking about your cock,” she whispered. “What it would look like. I already knew it was big, I could feel it while you were kissing me.” Nesta began to rock her hips, sliding the wet folds of her pussy along the length of him. “It’s even better than I imagined.”

Jesus fucking Christ. “Nesta,” he warned, panting. If she didn’t dial it down, he was going to come all over her when she’d barely touched him, like a horny teenager.

She hummed softly and slid down his body. “Look at it,” she said, running a finger along his shaft, the pale skin and blue veins. “So pretty. So sexy.” She dipped her head and took him into her mouth for a moment, sucking gently. He groaned as her tongue slid around the head of his cock. She would be the death of him. “You taste like me,” she said, releasing him.

She slipped a hand between his legs, cupping his balls in her fingers. She let her fingernails graze them gently, which sent a sudden bolt of lighting through him. Then she gripped his cock again, sliding back down to whisper in his ear. “You make some pretty great noises too, you know,” she cooed. “I love the way you groan. I’m so fucking wet for you, Eris.” As she spoke, she pumped his cock.

“You feel so good,” she said. “Your skin. So silky, the hardness underneath. I want you in me so bad.”

“Nesta,” he begged.

“I just can’t decide what I want first,” she confessed. “Do I want to fuck you right now? Or get you off just like this, with my hand, so I can lick the cum off your cock?”

“Fuuuck…”

She kept going, stroking up and down his shaft. “Or maybe I should just suck it straight out of you,” she whispered. “Would you like to fuck my mouth, hmm? Would you like to watch me swallowing while you pump your cum down my throat?”

Eris jerked his hips involuntarily. Oh jesus he was going to-

Nesta abruptly stopped, letting go of his cock and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. Eris’s eyes flew open. “What the fu-”

“Shh,” Nesta soothed in his ear. “You don’t mind if I edge you a little before you come, do you? I want it to be so good for you.”

Eris laid back, his chest heaving. “If I die tonight, please tell everyone it was worth it.”

Nesta laughed softly before moving to straddle him again. She leaned forward, so that their torsos were pressed together, her pussy hot and slick against his cock. She began to rock her hips – tiny movements, not for his pleasure but her own. Good. She could use him however she wanted, and he’d enjoy every second of it.

The head of his cock nudged against her clit. Nesta rolled her hips, her thighs tensing and relaxing with the movement. Eris stretched up to take her nipple in his mouth. He sucked at it and she moaned softly. He slid a hand between them so she could grind against his fingers as well as his cock, then released her nipple and laid back to watch her.

She sat up straighter, controlling the friction as she slid against him. God, she was so fucking wet. Even just rubbing against him, she felt incredible. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, breasts moving with the rhythm of her hips. He moved his finger to circle her clit and she bit her lower lip. She rode his hand for a minute, then grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed. She slowed the pace of her movements.

The head of Eris’s cock was pressed against her entrance. It would only take one thrust upward and he would be inside her. He fought for self control.

“Does this feel good?” Nesta asked, sliding along his length and then grinding on him for a moment.

“Fuck. Yes,” Eris groaned. “You’re driving me wild.” He was so close again, already. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple.

Nesta stilled, seeming to have a sixth sense for how far to push him. She leaned down and licked the tender flesh at the side of his neck. “Breathe for a second,” she said in his ear. She rested her forehead against his for few moments, then pulled back a little to look at him. Whatever she saw in his face must have brought her to some kind of decision, because she tilted her hips back so that he was once again pressed into her wetness. But this time, she slowly sank down onto him.

Inch by inch, she took his cock inside her. The tight, slippery heat of her was intoxicating. Eris groaned softly, but didn’t move. He would let Nesta set the pace. When he was buried in her up to the hilt, she stilled for a few moments, breathing fast.

“You feel so damn good inside me,” she said, eyes closed. “So good.” She began to move, rocking her hips slightly, grinding her clit against him. Eris looked up at her as she rode him, her head tipped back, breasts bouncing slightly in time with her movements. What a fucking goddess.

She’d kept him edged for long enough that it didn’t take much before the pleasure was building and rolling over him in gentle waves. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. But Nesta wasn’t making it easy for him, rolling her hips and riding him harder. He clenched his teeth. Nesta moaned and he nearly lost it.

Her thighs tensed as she slid his cock almost all the way out and then slammed back down onto him, groaning as their bodies slapped together. Eris felt a tightening in his groin, his release building.

“I can’t-”

“I’m close,” she gasped.

She ground down onto his cock, rocking her hips hard against him. Eris felt the first wave of his climax slam into him and groaned as he spilled into Nesta. Through a haze of pleasure, he heard Nesta cry out as she found her own release. Thank god. Her pussy clenched around him, milking cum out of him, his whole body tensing and releasing with each wave.

Nesta collapsed forward onto him and he held her through the aftershocks. “I can still feel your cock twitching inside me,” Nesta whispered. “Fuck I love that.” Eris smiled. The dirty mouth on this woman was his absolute undoing.

Eventually Eris went to move. Nesta tensed. “Stay inside me a little longer. It’s nice.”

“Anything you want.”

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Masterlist Penny and Scamp

The newly appointed head of the Tormadosa family, Adelaide Tormadosa decided it was time for a change in her territory. The first step towards her ambitious goals was the acquisition of a Boxboy pair that had been deemed unsellable by the company. One romantic maimed by the facility management  and a guard dog nearly feral with rage. A more than perfect combination for her plans.

The guard dog concept belongs to @moose-teeth and mooses amazing guard dog series heavily inspired me.

Chapter 1 (online shopping)

Chapter 2 (Miss Adelaide picks Scamp up from the facility)

Chapter 3 (hospital visit)

Chapter 4 (insomnia interlude)

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[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 28

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

This may be the last chapter for a few days as we’re approaching the end of the story rapidly and I haven’t finished editing it yet lol. I apologize for leaving it off with a cliffhanger but I want to make sure the end is perfect before posting it. Life’s been busy this week so I haven’t had the time to finish it the way I want to.

Content Warnings - Injury, death, medical issues, I promise Finnick isn’t being stupid this time lol

The next week was full of recovery. You slowly regained your strength and were able to try solid foods again. The doctors polished all your scars off, including the one on your face from your games, at your request. You wanted nothing left to remind you of them.

You started physical therapy, as well as regular sessions with Dr. Aurelius. He allowed Finnick to join you, realizing you felt more comfortable with him nearby. You still had to use a walker to get around, but you were making progress.

A few weeks after the war ended, Coin called all the victors into a meeting. There were barely any left, mostly due to the war.

“I’ve called you all here for a very symbolic vote,” she states. You don’t like where this is going.

She proceeds to pitch her idea for a hunger games featuring capital children. There are mixed reactions from the remaining victors, with some believing the idea to be fair and others believing it to be cruel. Votes are cast around the room and it finally comes down to Katniss.

“I get to kill Snow,” she tells Coin, who agrees to this proposition.

“Then I vote yes,” she states. “For Prim.”

You can’t even process what this means. Another games? Was Coin out of her mind? You finally realized what you had been denying all along, as long as Coin was in charge, you would never be free.

Finnick brings you back to your shared room after the meeting. You allow his touch but still flinch away at everyone else. Dr. Aurelius had been working with you on that but it’s hard to undo the trauma of many years.

“I just want to go home,” you tell him.

“You have to stay here for a bit,” he explains. “District 4 doesn’t have the resources for your treatment. Once you are better I promise you can go back to 4.”

“What about you?” you ask him. “Are you staying?”

He hesitantly shakes his head.

“I have to go to 4 for a few weeks but I’ll come back as soon as I can,” he states. “Johanna will be here with you in the meantime and I’ll call every day.”

“You’re leaving?” you ask, dumbfounded by his response.

“I promise it’s for a good reason,” he says, squeezing your hand. “I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t important.”

“When do you leave?” you ask.

“In two weeks,” he responds. “I’ll be here for the first bit of your treatment and return before it’s over. Then we will both go back to 4 together. Do you trust me?”

“Always”

That afternoon Finnick helps you walk out onto the avenue to stand next to the other victors. Snow was finally falling, and you were both alive to witness it.

Standing in front of all the capital people made you uneasy. What did they think of you? Were they going to hurt you?

You’re lost in your thoughts when suddenly the crowd erupts into chaos. You look up to see Coin lying dead on the podium, an arrow in her heart. A mob of people begins rushing towards Snow, eager to kill him.

Finnick quickly scoops you up and carries you away from the commotion. When he finally sets you down, you ask what happened.

“Katniss killed Coin,” he states. “Snow is dead.”

He has to take you back to your room before you have a breakdown. What evil creature was going to seize power of Panem next? All of this was too much.

You end up collapsing on the floor of your room, shaking uncontrollably.

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