#chase collins oneshots

[sebastiansluts]

Multi-Character Masterlist

Seb, Bucky, Nick: Owned

Seb, Bucky, Nick, Steve: Part 1

Seb, Nick, Bucky: Part 1

Bucky, Seb: Part 1

Seb, Steve, Nick, Bucky: Part 1

Seb, Bucky, Lee, Steve, Charles: Part 1 Part 2

Bucky, Steve, Seb, Nick: Part 1

Bucky, Chase, Carter: Part 1

Nick, Steve, Charles: Part 1

Mickey, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Lance: Part 1

Carter, Bucky: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Seb Roleplay: Part 1 Part 2

Lee, Bucky, Nick: Part 1 Part 2

Seb, Bucky, Lee, Charles: Part 1

Bucky, Frank, Chris, Nick, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Nick, Bucky, Charles: Part 1

Nick, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Nick: Part 1

Seb, Bucky, Nick, Steve, Frank, Mickey: Part 1

Steve, Justin: Part 1

Bucky, Sebastian: Part 1

[jrwi-art-archive]

Directionary:

(dividers by @cafekitsune )

Tws will be tagged as #tw trigger or #trigger

Campaigns:

The fated: #campaign: fated

Convergence: #campaign: convergence

Riptide and Black Rose Oneshot: #campaign: riptide

Prime Defenders and Age of Heroes Oneshot: #campaign: pd

Apotheosis: #campaign: apotheosis

Blood in the Bayou: #campaign: bitb

The Suckening: #campaign: suckening

Mythborne: #campaign: mythborne

Paradise Chronicles: #oneshot: paradise chronicles

Monster Control Service: #oneshot: monster control service

The final Episode: #oneshot: the final episode

Twitch Chat Oneshot: #oneshot: twitch chat

Player Characters:

The Fated:

#Br’aad Vengolor

#Sylnan Vengolor

#Velrisa

#Taxi

#Mountain

Convergence:

#Alastyr Cross

#Flynn Gustwind

#Kasper

#Kroe Wyse

Riptide:

#Gillion Tidestrider

#Jay Ferin

#Chip

#Goobleck

#Doppelgillion (all Doppelgillion posts will be tagged as Gillion as well)

Black Rose:

#Drey Ferin

#Finn Tidestrider

#Arlin James

Prime Defenders:

#Dakota Cole

#William Wisp

#Vyncent Sol

Age of Heroes:

#Ms. G

#Harlem Shade

#Jason King

Apotheosis:

#Peter Sqloint

Rumi/any of their other forms: #Rumi

#Thanatos

Blood in the Bayou:

#Rolan Deep

#Timothy Rand

#Kian Stone

The Suckening:

#Emizel Tucker

#Shilo Bathory

#Arthur Bennett

Wonderlust:

#Blink

Mythborne:

#Aster Aeliana

#Ryan Selucreh

#Connor Connors

Paradise Chronicles:

#Beepo

#Ash

#Captain Justice

#Mike Shore

Monster Control Service:

#Richard

#Chase

The Final Episode:

#Aren Auguste

#Jebediah Lightbringer

#Cherry Blossom

Twitch Chat Oneshot:

#Ikarus Gay Phoenix

#Gravel Igbe Flint

Guest Characters:

Riptide:

#Duke D. Dukem

#Clorten

#La Alma

PD:

#Ashe Winters

The Fated:

Redd Boye

NPCs

The Fated:

#Miriam Vengolor

#Alwyn Vengolor

Riptide:

#Lizzie Lafayette

#Caspian

#Ollie Teach

#Felipe

#Alphonze

#Niklaus Hendrix

#Pretzel the Frogtopus

#Jayson Ferin

#Ava Ferin

#May Ferin

#Edyn Tidestrider

#Lunadeiys

#Aster (goddess)

#Anastasia

#Rudith

#Aslana

#Old man earl

#Zamia

#Marshall John

#Kira

#Captain Widow

#Reuben Price

#Starling

#Jasmine Drake

#Lucy the goat

#Captain Rose

Prime Defenders:

#Le Frog

#Trickster

#Mark Winters

#Mynerva

#Lightspeed

#Summer Dileo

#Doug

#Tide Lambert

#Mark Winters

#Cantrip

#Xavier

#Alan

#Alastyr Cross

#Anna Sol

#Mr. Wisp

#Janet Wisp

#Alaska Damascus

#Wordsmith

#Bookworm

#Grandma Cole

#Mato Cole

#Alexander Hamilton

#Rosemary

#Finger

#Handjob

#Flow

#Peelbert

#Unnamed Hero

#Diana Shane

#Dave

#David Bell

#Mallard Conway

#Clarence Albert

#ram

#Bobo

Apotheosis:

#Lizard the lizard

#Yuri Dawnguard

Bitb:

#Becky Jones

#Rachel Rand

#Officer Dudes

#Rat Sanders

#Sarah Thompson

#Jesse

#Barcode the dog

The Suckening:

#Theo Collins //(soda)

#Void the cat

#Pepper the cat

#Pickles the pheasant

#Grefgore

#Uncle Lazarus

#Deacan Keller

#Queen Bathory (stand-in tag)

#Edward Twilight

#Viv Weylin

#Vex Weylin

#Mary Davis

Wonderlust:

#uncle threestrings

Ships

(all ship-art will be tagged with #jrwi shipping!)

(i will tag ships if op also tagged a ship)

Riptide:

Gillion x Chip: #Fish and Chips

Gillion x Jay: #Navyseal

Jay x Chip: #Mockingjay

Caspian x Gillion: #Swordfish

Ava x Lizzie: #Waning Crescent

Jay x Lizzie: #Pistolwhip

Jay x Anastasia: #Bloodshot

Jay x Edyn: #Sheshells

Jay x Chip x Gillion: #Poly Pirates

Chip x Niklaus: #Fools Gold

Chip x Queen: #Chiptune

Niklaus x Caspian: #Wishingpool

Chip x Jazz: #Scarlet Captains

Caspian x Lizzie: #Rosewater

Goobleck x Felipe: #Gummyfrog

PD:

Dakota x William: #Ghostkicks

Apotheosis:

Rumi x Peter: #Angelstone

Bitb:

Rand x Rolan: #Keeperschampion

Rand x Rolan x Kian: #Nbr

Becky x Kian: #heartstrings

The Suckening:

Emizel x Soda: #fizzfangs

Shilo x Grefgore: #armored pheasant

Crossover:

William x Chip: #Flying Dutchman

Types of media

digital art: #digital

traditional art: #traditional

#webweave

#fanfic

#collage

#crochet

#video (animations, animatics etc. I don’t really want to judge what counts as animation/animatic so I will tag everything with #video, including gifs)

#stimboard (I know that stimboards aren’t usually considered art, but i like them so I’m gonna include them on this blog. for consistency’s sake i’ll tag stimboard makers artist:*insert name*)

Misc

#crossover (includes crossovers between campaigns and between jrwi and other media)

#official art

#jrwi au

#jrwi freak week

AUs/Crossovers

#pokemon

#ponies

#cats

#vampires

#fnaf

#marvel

#tma (the magnus archives)

#trolls

#spiderverse (will also be tagged as marvel)

#marvel

#superheroes

#undertale

#mermaids

(wip)

[bxcketbarnes]

The Newcomers

Pairing: Chase Collins x Reader

Words: 2500+

Author's Note: Back at it again with simping over Seb characters! Fun fact- I started this a while ago and @thewxntersoldier has been reminding me that I have to finish it since he's her fave. 🥰🤣

You stand beside Sarah and Kate, hugging your arms as the chill of the wind brushes against your exposed skin. You listen as the brunette gives both you and the blonde a rundown of who's here.

"Who's that?" Sarah asks and points in the direction behind you. You follow her line of sight, seeing a brunette making his way through the sea of students with a grin on his lips.

"The new guy," Kate explains and your breath hitches in your throat when his eyes meet yours. You can feel your cheeks heat up when he gives you a small wave, lifting your own hand in return. "Ouh! Seems like you've caught someone's attention already."

Your cheeks blush more at Kate's teasing, her hand slapping your shoulder gently. You clear your throat and tear your gaze away from the guy, turning to face the girls once more. "Shut up," you chuckle softly while shaking your head, hugging yourself tighter as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Go talk to him!" Sarah encourages and you shake your head once more, glancing over your shoulder to see him walking around.

"I could never. Too shy," you chuckle softly while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yo, Caleb!" Someone yells, causing the three of you to look in the direction the voice came from.

You glance towards the two girls as the group of four walks closer to you, hearing Sarah ask who they are. "Sons of Ipswich," Kate answers as one of them says hi. You notice Sarah checking out Caleb, a smile coming to your lips and you nudge her arm slightly.

Kate greets her boyfriend with a kiss before the blonde's eyes meet the two of you. "Who do we have here?" He grins and Kate glances towards the two of you, her arms wrapped around his waist.

"This is Sarah and Y/N," she motions towards you, "Sarah's my new roommate and Y/N lives a couple of doors down." Kate rests her hand against the man's chest before introducing the group. "Sarah, Y/N, this is Pogue Parry, Tyler Simms, Reid-"

"Garwin," the short-haired blonde cuts the girl off, pushing his way through his friends to hold out his hand. "Reid Garwin. Good evening."

You chew on the inside of your cheek as the blonde's eyes never meet yours, his gaze staying on Sarah as he goes to shake her hand. "Good evening," Sarah tells him and Reid proceeds to inform her that his grandmother has the same name as her, causing you to snort.

Pogue and Tyler's eyes dance towards you with amused looks on their faces as you press your lips together, moving your gaze back to the bonfire.

"Caleb Danvers," the dark-haired and brown-eyed man introduces himself, telling Sarah that she doesn't bring his grandmother to mind in any sort of way.

The two look each other in the eyes for a few seconds before a woman's voice speaks. "Hey, Caleb," the one known as Kira greets with a grin on her lips, stepping in between him and Sarah.

You roll your eyes at the girl's behavior, already figuring out that she's kind of a bitch. You zone out of the conversation as you wish you brought a stupid coat to this party. 

"Excuse me?!" A high-pitched voice calls out and you snap out of your thoughts, seeing Kira standing in front of you. "I'm talking to you."

Your brows furrow and glance towards Sarah for a few seconds. "Okay? What did you say?" You ask her and the girl scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"How is it that both of you got into Spencer? Fuckin' airheads," she rolls her eyes.

"Okay, Kira, why don't you give it a rest?" Caleb asks, causing the brunette to turn and face him when Aaron shows up.

"Why don't you give it a rest?" He repeats, standing a couple of inches from Caleb.

What is happening right now? You think to yourself as Aaron and Caleb get into a little argument. The jock pushes the mysterious brunette, causing Caleb to stumble back slightly before the new kid steps in between them.

You watch as his hands rest on Aaron's chest before his gaze moves to Kira. "You were being kind of bitchy," he states and your stomach does flips at the sound of his voice. Your eyes meet his once more, seeing how blue his irises are.

You're snapped out of your gaze when one of Aaron's friends starts to vomit on him. You cover your mouth with your hand, taking a few steps back when the music suddenly stops.

"Guys! Dylan just texted and said that he saw three cop cars headed this way on Old Dell Road!" One of the DJsspoke into the mic, causing everyone to slightly panic before breaking out into a run.

You follow the group of friends, rubbing your arms as you cautiously look around. You've never been a fan of the woods and walking around them in the dead of night isn't exactly fun for you.

A jacket gets placed on your shoulders as Caleb asks Kate if the three of you have a ride. You glance to your left to see the cute brunette standing beside you, hands shoved in his pockets as he gives you a cute grin.

"No, Sarah drove us here," Kate tells him and Pogue asks the girl if he's going to see her once they get back. "It's getting late. I'm just gonna crash. Call me in the morning?"

"I could use a lift," the man from beside you speaks up and Kate glances over her shoulder and mumbles, "no problem," her eyes meeting yours before giving you a wink.

You hug the jacket closer to your body, shaking your head a bit as he introduces himself to Caleb. "Chase."

The four of you walk over to Sarah's car as you and Chase pile into the backseat. Your hand brushes against his by accident and you quickly pull your hand away while looking at him through your peripheral.

You can see the slight smirk on his lips as Sarah attempts to start her car. She lets out a groan before opening her door, telling the group of guys that she can't get her car started.

"What's your name?" Chase whispers into your ear and you jump at the feeling of his breath fanning your ear. A chuckle leaves his lips as Reid helps Sarah with her vehicle, his blue eyes staring into yours.

"Y/N," you whisper loud enough for him to hear, your heart pounding against your ribcage. "Nice to meet you, Chase."

The brunette hums in response, tearing his eyes away from you when Sarah finally gets the car started.

It doesn't take long for the four of you to get back to the dorms, your hands shoved inside of Chase's coat as you all walk down the hallway. Sarah and Kate come to a stop in front of their door, the brunette mumbling that this is their stop.

Both girl's gaze meets yours and the two give you a knowing look, causing you to roll your eyes. You and Chase bid them goodnight before the two of you continue. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to gather the courage to say anything to him as you grow closer to your room.

"What, uh, what room are you in?" You ask suddenly, turning your head to look up at him.

Chase quickly glances at you and shoves his hands into his jean pockets. "311, you?" He answers and your eyes widen a bit at how close your rooms are.

"300," you chuckle and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You glance down towards your feet, seeing the beige coat you're wearing, and instantly remember that it's not yours. You begin to take it off when Chase stops you.

"Keep it," he mumbles and you stop walking, looking up at him with wide eyes. Chase licks his lips before biting them gently, his eyes roaming your face and body. "Gives me an excuse to see you again."

Your cheeks flush as butterflies swirl around in your stomach. "I- that's so cliché, but okay," you giggle and slide it back up your shoulders.

Chase shrugs his shoulders and chuckles. "I can be pretty cliché around a pretty girl," he flirts and you look away from the guy, your cheeks beginning to hurt by how much you're smiling.

"Shut up," you laugh and push him playfully. You come to a stop in front of your door, pulling your keys out of the pocket. "Well, this is me."

The brunette smiles and looks towards your door for a few seconds before glancing back down at you. "It was nice to meet you. I'll see you around?" Chase asks and you lick your lips, smirking up at him.

"Well, I have to give you your jacket back, so yeah," you inform him jokingly. You lean on your toes and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, your cheeks flushing.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Chase."

-

"Come on," Chase begs as the two of you walk towards your class, his blue eyes looking down at you. "You have to come tonight. The girls are going to be there if it makes you feel better."

A laugh leaves your lips as the brunette stops you from moving forward, the two of you standing in the middle of an empty hallway. "Chase, I really need to study for this exam. We can't all be smart like you," you tell him and you watch his tongue lick his lips.

"Just for an hour or two? I'm begging you," he mumbles and moves closer to you. Your breath hitches in your throat as the two of you stand inches apart, your chest almost brushing against his.

You look up at him through your lashes, feeling his fingertips brush your forearm. A sigh leaves your lips as you tear your gaze away from him and glance at your feet. "Fine, but only for a few hours!" You cave and the biggest grin comes to Chase's lips.

"You won't regret it, I promise!" He laughs while draping one of his arms over your shoulder.

"I better not," you giggle while leaning into the brunette's touch. "Also, you owe me a drink."

Chase smirks and leans down to whisper into your ear, "gladly." A shiver runs down your spine and you stifle a laugh, the grip on your books tightening as the two of you walk into the classroom.

You feel his hand slide across your lower back as you head to your assigned seat. You sit down in between Sarah and Kate, feeling their eyes on you as you get situated before class starts.

"So," Kate draws out and you glance towards her, seeing a smirk on her lips,  "you and Chase seem to be getting along well."

You lick your lips and glance over at the brunette. "Yeah, he's… he's something else for sure," you giggle while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You guys should go for it. The two of you are definitely into each other," Sarah mentions and your eyes widen a bit.

"Oh, no, no. He's- He's just being nice. There's no way he would go for me," you stutter and look between the two girls.

Kate scoffs and pushes your arm causing you to giggle slightly. "Girl, that's incorrect. Chase is totally into you," she wiggles her eyebrows and you bite your lip gently. "We'll be at the bar tonight… try to get close to him."

"Yeah, we'll see," you mumble and glance towards Chase, his blue eyes meeting yours. You smile at him and wave your hand, feeling your heart pounding against your chest.

You, Sarah, and Kate walk into the bar as Chase follows closely behind you. You look over your shoulder at him and he smiles down at you. "What do you want to drink?" The brunette asks you and you nod your head in response.

"I'll just have a vodka-soda," you inform him and Chase mutters alright before heading towards the bar.

You sit down beside Kate at a table in front of the Foosball Tables. You glance towards the bar to see Chase leaning against it as he talks to the bartender. You bite your lip gently as his blue eyes meet yours from across the room, a smile coming to his pink lips.

"You're so smitten by him it's disgusting," Kate laughs while nudging your arm with hers. You roll your eyes playfully as Chase comes back with two drinks in his hand.

"For you," he grins, setting the glass down in front of you. Chase grabs a chair and sits beside you, feeling his leg brush against yours.

You take a few sips of the cocktail, humming in delight as the liquid glides down your throat. "This is very good," you giggle, chewing on your straw as Chase glances down at you.

"Yeah? Can I try?" He asks and you nod your head, pushing your glass closer to him.

The brunette leans down and wraps his lips around the straw, seeing the liquid glide up the straw. "That's very good," he nods his head after pulling away.

The two of you get lost in each other's eyes, the voices of your friends drowning out as Chase places his hand on top of yours. Your eyes flutter shut as his face grows closer to yours, his nose brushing against yours.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Chase's lips barely touch yours, causing you to pull back slightly. You bite your lip gently and clear your throat at how awkward you are. "Sorr-"

"Have you kissed anyone before?" He asks out of curiosity, feeling his thumb stroking the back of your hand.

An embarrassed laugh leaves your lips and you shake your head, avoiding making eye contact with him. Chase brings his hand to your face, lifting your chin with his finger so you're looking at him.

"Can I kiss you?"

Your heart pounds wildly against your chest and you nod your head in response. Chase's fingers glide along your cheek as he reduces the gap between the two of you. Your hands grip his forearm as his lips connect with yours.

Cheers from your friends fill your ears and you can't help but laugh during the kiss. You pull away for a moment to glance towards the other's, seeing smirks on each of their lips.

"Why don't we go somewhere else?" Chase mumbles into your ear. "I can give you a kissing lesson."

Your cheeks flush and you look up at him through your lashes. "Is it that bad?" You mumble and the brunette shakes his head, his thumb gliding across your bottom lip.

"Absolutely not, but there's no harm in practicing," he winks and you melt under his touch, butterflies swarming in your stomach.

"My place or yours?" You ask breathily and Chase smirks, dipping his head to quickly kiss your lips. Your heart continues to pound against your chest as he whispers into your ear before pulling you out of the bar.

-

Taglist: @metalbuckaroo​ @jessalyn-jpeg​ @bumblebet-20​ @queen-of-mischief​ @thewxntersoldier​

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

‘Twink day Mania’ 👶

Henlo, Tater tots! It is I, Tata who is addicted and obsessed with TWINK SEBASTIAN! LMAO. I am close to 200 followers so I’ll be officially announcing that today is Twink Day Mania!. Heehee! 

These prompts are also taken in Tumblr, however it is originally saved in my Wattpad and I haven’t got and saved the original creator of this prompts ahead. So, if you happen to own these prompts, tell me! I’ll give you credit, of course! 

Rules: Send me a number in my asks, along with what type of Twink Seb do you want as I use the dialogue. I don’t write pairings, buddies! Only Y/N or You. Sorry! 

Drabbles will only be written which will probably consist of 300-500 words. Characters included in this drabble day of mine is TJ HAMMOND, CARTER BAIZEN, WILL FRANKLYN (THOUGH, I WILL NOT FOLLOW THE PLOT OF THE SHOW BECAUSE I STILL HAVEN’T WATCHED IT YET), LEO REILLY, MARTIN WATERS, CHASE COLLINS, JACK BENJAMIN AND TWINK SEBASTIAN STAN HIMSELF. 

Photos taken from @daybreak96​ post!

PROMPTS: 

1. “👶, you’re not a bother.” - “I’m too needy, you don’t deserve it.” 2. “Come with me to the other room.” - “We’re not going to talk about this now.” 3. “Did you just hiss at me?” - “Are you judging me?” 4. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a 👶!!” - “DON’T THROW ✂️!” 5. “Here, take me blanket/jacket.” - “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivering* 6. “I just wanted an easy day with my boyfriend/girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?” 7. “Why are you awake right now?” 8. “Come over here and make me.” 9. “No, I’m not talking to you.” 10. “No more!” - “🆗, fine, I won’t send you any more selfies.” 11. “What do you have?” - “🍕 rolls and Cup O’ Noodles…that’s about it. 🍿?” 12. “The salad here is really good.” - “Do I look like a fucking 🐰?” 13. “Open this.” - “Can you say please?” 14. “You’re on level 176.” - “Can you judge me harder?” 15. “Please don’t leave me.” - “I don’t want to go” 16. “Babe, I’m sorry.” - “Suck my ass.” 17. “Liar, liar, pants on 🔥!” - “Seriously, you’re worse than a kid.” 18. “You can’t ride a 🚴?” - “Why are we whispering?” 19. “Is it that time of the month?” - “You literally ask me that whenever I’m mad at you!” 20. “We’re going downtown.” - “There’s a strip club downtown.” 21. “Take it off.” - “Like a bandaid?” 22. “I told you…” - “Yeah, yeah, yeah, quit nagging.” 23. “Boo?” - “You’re my boo.” 24. “Don’t you ever do that again! You 😨 the 💩 out of me!” 25. “You broke what?!?” - “Don’t worry, I’m 🆗.” 26. “Why’re you dressed like that?” - “Does that mean it looks good or should I change?” 27. “Fine, just do what you have to do.” - “Can you stop being so freaking cute so I can concentrate?” 28. “You can’t make me.” - “What are you? Five?” 29. “I hate you.” - “No, you don’t.” 30. “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to 👀 that.” 31. “Come inside, I’m sorry.” - “Not until you apologize.” - “I just said I’m freaking sorry.” 32. “Your voice is sexy.” - “Your ass is sexy.” 33. “It’s just so little and adorable.” - “That’s what she said.” 34. “You’re not mature enough to be a parent.” - “Try me.” 35. “Game’s over, you son of a bitch!!” - “🆗, just don’t hit me.” 36. “You forgot about my 🎂!” - “In my defense, I forget about a lot of things.” 37. “You need more stamina.” - “No, I need more steak and eggs. So…get on it.” 38. “I’ll smash it, I swear.” - “You smash it and we’re done.” 39. “Move!” - “Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?” 40. “I really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town.” - “I really would’ve liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen.” 41. “Can you quit being so sassy?” - “Can you quit being so controlling?” 42. “Are you getting jealous?” - “You’re changing your outfit, now!” 43. Quit flirting.” - “I didn’t mean to-” 44. Are you high?” - “I’m just so fucking tired.” 45. “Who’s texting you?” - “Umm. nobody.” 46.“I want a 🐕.” - “I want a 🐱.” 47. “These sheets are stained.” - “That’s disgusting.” 48. “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” - “Well, 😘 me so they 👀.” 49. “Hey, babe, look what I found.” - “GET THAT OUT OF THE 🏠 NOW!!!” 50. “You’ve been replaced.” - “Alright, we’ll 👀 how you feel when you need me to kill a 🕷️ in the 🚿.” 51. “Are those slippers?” - “Is that you being mean? AGAIN?” 52. “Why’d you hug him? You 😍 him?” 53. “This 🛀 is too damn hot.” - “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

The drabbles will be posted with the hashtag ‘#TwinkDayMania’. This is my first time doing this and I hope I’m doing it right? Heehee! GO SEND ME ASKS NOW! CREDITS TO THE PERSON WHO MADE THE PROMPTS!

XOXO,

TATA

[teamatsumu]

Keep Me In Your Heart

Summary: Some things are too beautiful to be preserved in pictures. These things are meant to be captured in your heart instead.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Word Count: 2,051

Warnings: Literally none. So much fluff

From a young age, you had had a knack of noticing things that others couldn't. When someone would look at a bowl of chopped fruit, they would think about eating it. When you would look at it, your eyes would take in the vivid coloration, the random scattering of the pieces, the pale white ceramic of the bowl, and how that simple bowl presented itself as a piece of art.

It came as no surprise when you decided to pursue a career in photography. To you, everything in the world had art hidden inside it in a crevice somewhere, waiting to be discovered. You had made it your job to find all the art in the world and showcase it in the best way you could. Too much beauty went unseen every day, overshadowed by the war, blood and screams of the hurt and the injured. People needed to see the beautiful things in life, to be reminded that life was worth living.

Eventually, it was all your eyes looked for. When you would walk down the street, your eyes would always halt at different locations on different items. The colors, the symmetry, or even the asymmetry, whatever you would find fascinating, you would capture. The photos would go on your blog, or if they were personal enough, you would keep them for yourself.

It wasn't long before people began noticing your work. Soon enough, you had companies reaching out to you for sponsors, and promotions. Your career was taking off, and you couldn't be happier. It was something you were passionate about, something you could see yourself doing for the rest of your life. Work never seemed like work to you anymore. It was your life, a life you were completely content with.

It was just like any other day today. The cafe you had stopped to have breakfast in was bustling with people. It was located in a beautiful area of New York, and you could almost feel your veins buzzing with the excitement of the opportunities that Manhattan presented to you. You placed your camera on the table before you after giving your order to the waitress, rifling through your bag for a different, more suitable lens. You were humming a tune you had heard on the radio that morning and couldn't get out of your head. When your breakfast was placed before you, you looked up to give the waitress a grateful smile.

You were just about to dig in when your eyes caught the booth in the opposite corner of the cafe, next to the window. Your breath hitched at the sight, stilling, feeling your heart beat rise the longer you stared.

You didn't know how you hadn't seen him yet, how he hadn't been the first thing your eyes had rested on. There was a certain radiance about him, a magnetism that seemed to pull you in. You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding, eyes scanning the air around him.

It was the perfect setting. The light from the window fell over his face as delicately as his eyelashes brushed against his skin. Skin that looked soft, mostly smooth apart from the thick beard across his jaw. A single strand of hair fell over his face then, catching on his eyelashes as he lowered his head to take a sip from his coffee cup.

Your hand unconsciously flitted over the table before you, trying to find your camera without taking your eyes off the specimen before you. Your hands automatically moved over it, flicking the switch on and raising the camera to your eyes. A click sounded when you snapped a photo, but you didn't stop. In quick succession, you snapped a few more, switching the man's placing in the frame with each click. Before you could lower the camera, he looked up eyes looking straight at you through the lens. You snapped another picture.

The camera lowered quickly, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks when the man smirked in amusement, lips curling upward in a sweetly sensual way. You cleared your throat and smiled sheepishly, embarrassed beyond belief. You turned to your food that had already lost half its warmth by then, placing your camera on the table. You could still feel his gaze burning holes in your body, and you wanted to vanish right then.

What the hell? You had never photographed anyone without permission, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable. But now you had just snapped multiple photos of an unaware man. Unable to help yourself, you stood up, grabbing your camera and walking to where the man sat with his coffee.

He seemed surprised that you had approached him, but his face remained open and kind. He didn't look like someone who had just had his privacy invaded. Instead, he projected a warm, inviting vibe.

“I'm sorry about that.” You gestured behind you. “I swear, I'm not a stalker. I'm a photographer. I shouldn't have taken pictures without asking. I can delete them if you want?”

The man chuckled and shook his head. “May I see them?”

You nodded, taking a seat next to him when he scooted over and gestured for you to sit. You turned on the little screen to show him the newly snapped pictures, watching his face as he clicked through them.

Up close, he was even more breathtaking. His eyes were a brilliant crystal blue, almost verging on a stormy grey. His hair reflected chocolate against the sun rays, and there was a minute scattering of freckles over his skin. It only made him look even more heavenly. Someone flawed, yet so perfect.

He smiled at you, making you blink and jolt out of your trance.

“These are very good.” He complimented. “You have a good eye for choosing surroundings.”

You let out a surprised laugh, staring at him incredulously. “The surroundings? I'm amazed you noticed that when the main focus is so captivating.”

You were flirting, you knew that. And he probably did as well, with the way his smile widened and his head tilted, studying you.

You shifted a bit under his gaze, suddenly feeling shy. “Should I delete them?” You ask, gesturing to the camera still in his hands.

He shook his head, handing it to you. “No. Keep them. There's an energy about them that I can't quite place. Would be a shame if you deleted them.”

You rested your elbow on the table, placing your chin on your open palm and smiling. “A shame indeed.”

He laughed a bit, looking away for a brief second. His precious smirk and smoldering stare had been a sight, but his shy demeanor and short laughs made him even more endearing. You could tell he wasn't good with compliments, and that gave you an urge to just compliment him even more.

“Thank you, though.” You added, fiddling with the camera in your lap. “Would you mind if I put one on my blog? You can say no, that's totally fine too.”

He shook his head. “I don't mind at all. But maybe you can have dinner with me sometime in return?”

You blinked, eyebrows raising before a giggle escaped you. You felt a giddy feeling spread in your chest as you nodded. “I would love that.”

He offered his hand, then. “Sebastian.”

You shook it, feeling your skin buzz where it met his. His palm was soft and warm, and you wished you could just hold it forever. “Y/N.”

………….

There was something almost magical about Sebastian Stan.

His features reminded you of beauty described in books written about vintage times. Symmetrical, sculpted to perfection. A sloping nose, high cheekbones, strong jaw, pink lips that would part in wonder. His eyelashes sweeped over his cheeks, eyes so clear, so blue, yet so filled with millions of untold stories. Sebastian was created by the gods, yet his most fascinating trait was the millions of secrets hidden in his eyes.

You would watch him, completely in awe as he would talk, telling you a new story he had just remembered and wanted to share with you. Your camera would be long forgotten, because moments like these were made only to be captured by your mind. You didn't want to frame them in a picture, you wanted to ingrain them in your brain.

For years whenever you looked at something, your initial response would be to peer at it through a lens and snap a picture. It was an instinct that had become part of your daily life. But now you realized that not all art was meant to be preserved. Some was just meant to be enjoyed. That was what made art so captivating. It's uncertainty. It's unreliable sustenance. Art was fleeting, and that's what made it art.

Sebastian was art.

You wanted to look at him all day. You wanted to memorize the miniscule bumps of his skin and the pinpricks of brown stubble on his jaw. You wanted to remember the caramel in his hair when the sun hit it just right. He was yours. He wasn't your camera’s. Sebastian was for your eyes only.

Soon, you learned other ways to memorize him. You let your hands map out the crevices of his skin that your eyes had missed. You let your fingertips feel his heartbeat as they rested over his pulse. You let your lips move against his own, reveling in their softness. Your ears, perking up at the sound of his laugh, and your breaths, inhaling him like he was air.

There were other ways to capture art than the superficial, and Sebastian taught you every single one.

He taught your heart to beat just a little faster when he was near you. Your breath to hitch when he looked at you. Your stomach to flutter when he smiled at you. The hair on your arms to stand up when he touched you.

It was Sebastian who taught you to love art the way it should truly be loved.

“What're you thinking about?” His breath was warm as it tickled your neck, making you smile. You didn't open your eyes. With Sebastian, it was all about feeling. You didn't need to look at him to know how beautiful he was.

“You.” You replied, content with his weight on your side, his face buried in your neck. You felt him shake as he laughed, lips pressing against your skin briefly before he shifted, making you finally open your eyes and look at him.

“What about me?”

You ran a hand over his bare arm, tracing his skin. “How much I love you.”

Sebastian’s smile was soft, body still pliant against you. He pressed his lips to your jaw, letting them linger there for a bit before he turned.

“I got something today.” He declared, shuffling around in the bedside drawer. You waited patiently for him to show you, eyebrows raising in surprise when he held the object out.

“A Polaroid camera?” You asked, making him nod. He shuffled upwards, using his unoccupied arm to turn you both so he was flat on his back and you were on your side. Instinctively, you wrapped an arm around his bare torso.

“Smile.” He said, making you giggle and grin. The click of the camera signaled the photo being taken. You watched as the picture came out, watching patiently as your grinning faces became clearer on the Polaroid.

You couldn't help your smile as you watched Sebastian trace a thumb over your face in the picture, your tired but tranquil smile, eyes only half open, pressed to his side and face right next to his own. His smile was just as wide as yours.

“Now you'll have me with you forever.”

You smiled, turning so your face was buried in his neck, inhaling his scent and suddenly hyper aware of every part where your body touched his.

“I already have you with me forever.” You stated, taking his hand and placing it just over your heart, watching him smile as he felt your heart pound against your chest, still excited to be with him, still as breathless as that first day in the cafe.

He didn't reply verbally. He only leaned in to press his lips gently to yours.

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Send me Gifs

I have 0 inspiration to write right now so send me gifs of any Marvel Character, Any Supernatural Characters or Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans characters

And yes I stole this idea from @caplansteverogers cause she’s a queen

[starrysebby]

As a reader, I’m constantly on the fanfic train on tumblr. Please check out this Materlist I compiled of my favorite series, oneshots, & drabbles! And spread some love for these talented writers if fanfiction is something you enjoy.❤️

(Warning: all these works are explicit, please proceed with caution. this masterlist is for the seb stan whores.✨ lee bodecker and bucky barnes will have their own separate masterlist found here since this one got pretty long. c. evans will be up next😉)

Sebastian Stan & Characters

Sebastian Stan

Petals in the Bathtub - @champangebucky

Sebastian convincing you to have another baby... - @starshipsofstarlord

Always The Bridesmaid - @whiskey-cokenfanfic

angry smut - @multiii-stan

out for a run - @balenciagabucky

Call Out My Name - @cap-evanns

Daddy Issues - @sugardaddysebby

Mysterious, Back Alley Man. - @please-buckme

Doctor Daddy - @mypoisonedvine

camp fire - @sebastdollgirl

ddlg request - @nsfwsebbie

distractions - @celestialbarnes

Mickey Henry

The drug in me is you - @h0unds-of-h3ll

Grinding On You - @happygowriting

Flaws - @cjsinkythoughts

Chris Beck

Rebuff - @sapphirescrolls

Problems Of A Spaceman - @pepsicup

His Star - @navybrat817

leave out all the rest - @avintagekiss24

Quiet - @navybrat817

Lance Tucker

Stretching - @slothspaghettiwrites

Mile High Gold - @samwilsons-pillowpecs

Taking Care Of Needs - @badassbuchanan

Use You - @lenavonschweetz

cumming too quickly request - @plumfondler

Dayton White

Curves - @nano--raptor

Red Velvet - @uncafeavecbarnes (includes Lance T.)

Carter Baizen

A Hands on Activity - @jobean12-blog

Made For Sin: Part 1 - @klmurr

Stuck With You - @mypoisonedvine

Charles Blackwood

rough sex - @thewritingdoll

Double Take - @mypoisonedvine (includes Bucky B.)

All The Time In The World - @quxxnxfhxll

Wake Up - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

cattivo fino all'osso. - @nsfwsebbie

Would you ever say, if you love me please stop? - @sweeterthanthis

Cherries and Lace - @mariessecretfantasies

hold me tight or don’t - (includes Lee B.) @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Jefferson

rock the boat - @mypoisonedvine

Scarves - @constantwriter85

Freezing - @foxgloveprincess

Stay still! - @mypoisonedvine

Destroyer!Chris

not all who wander are lost. - @nsfwsebbie

right now - @nano--raptor

Chase Collins

Pain in the Ass - @vagababez

Chaos - @melodramaticfanatic-blog

season of the witch - @angelicthor

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Call it what you want

Pairing: Alpha Chase Collins x Omega Adelaide Kane (OFC)

Summary: Three years after coming back to life, all the Omega Witch Adelaine "Adela" Kane wants is peace and quiet.

And then the Alpha Warlock we all thought was dead, Chase Collins appears and fucks up any plans for normalcy. Now they're living together to avoid the other Sons. As long as they can survive living with each other, their new lives can officially start.

So naturally, life decides to test them.

Again.

Warnings: Heavy ABO dynamics. Are you guys sick and tired of me writing for this trope yet? Lmafo. There is a past character death and reincarnation, as well as discussions of a character's death in detail, as well as toxic living environments. Discussions of adopted children and unhealthy marriages, as well as accidental murder, are discussed. Canon typical violence, although it's not very graphic. And... you know, the smut. I wouldn't call it volatile, but there is biting and animalistic behavior, cause... you know, ABO. It gets angsty at some points, so you can consider it an Angst With a Happy Ending too. This was also my first time playing around with the True Mate trope, so I hope you all enjoy!

Additional Notes: Hello all! I've had this piece of writing on my laptop for like... a year. I barely just finished it now, which should tell you a lot of where my priorities lie... anyway. I should say that I've never seen The Covenant, only a few select scenes. The main thing I got from the clips is that Chase Collins a low-key asshole, so I hope I channeled that in here good enough, lol. As always, any mistakes are mine!

If you'd like to read this oneshot on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 14,233

Odd.

This new world was odd.

That was the best way for Adela to explain it. Her alarm was telling her it was eight AM. Rudely waking her up. Adela groaned loudly, turning over and burying her face into her pillow. Not wanting to wake up. Not just yet. She wanted to go back to sleep. She didn’t want to leave the warmth of her bed. She pressed the snooze button on her phone. Slumped right back over and fell back asleep for the next eight minutes. When her alarm eventually went off again, Adela resisted the urge to throw her phone against the wall.

She wasn’t about to buy another phone again. No. She barely understood the new technology as much as she already did. Her Omega stirred within her, irritated. Irritated that she had been rudely woken up. Managing to get out of bed, the dark-haired Asian Omega made her way to the bathroom across the hall.

The home she lived in was abandoned when she first moved in. It was a big mansion that had been nestled away from the little town in the woods, and the mansion had five rooms and five bathrooms. A huge staircase. A big ass kitchen. A fridge and a freezer so huge, Adela was positive she could have fit at least three of her in there, easy. Adela had found solace in the master bedroom. She had taken out the queen-sized bed, replacing it with a humongous nest made up of the fluffiest blankets, pillows, and comforters she could buy at the local Walmart and Target.

The Asian witch still couldn’t believe it sometimes.

That she was alive.

Adela still remembered it all.

Like it was fully ingrained into her memory.

Her mind.

Something you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried to block it out.

She remembered it all like it was just yesterday.

Being hunted down by her sisters like she was a piece of meat. Being held down and stabbed to death. Because her power was too much. Because they all wanted it. Dying the first time had been so painful. All she felt was pain. All she could’ve done was scream in agony because of how much it hurt. All she wanted was for it to stop hurting. Adela thought that maybe, just maybe when she woke up, she’d be in paradise. To see and be surrounded by warmth. Maybe see a soft white light.

She had not expected to feel the pain. The gripping darkness that had kept her in its clutches. Only to wake up in twenty-fourteen. Gasping and spitting out dirt from her mouth in the woods. It had been three years since then. In these three years though... she still hadn't gotten used to it.

Out of all the places that she could’ve ended up in, fate decided to place her in Ipswich? Ipswich Massachusetts?

Fate must’ve really wanted to play a joke on her.

It had taken her two weeks in the first year of coming back to life to slowly be aware of her surroundings. To know who the current President was. Where she was. To have a stable home. To finally feel safe. Never free though. You never knew when people in your past would pop up again.

Her bathroom was pretty huge. There was a Jacuzzi tub with little antique details and a black faucet. It was an indoor hot tub, but Adela only really used that tub on Fridays when she wanted to wine down. To relax.

As Adela turned the dial for her shower to hot, she mused over what she’d buy at the market today. Maybe fruits? She had been looking at an apple tart recipe on her tablet the night before. Maybe she could get pounds of apples and freeze them. To make other apple-related food later in the week.

While Adela brushed her teeth, her Omega had fully woken up from her slumber. Her Omega yawned deeply and loudly, announcing her presence.

Well, hello to you too. Was all Adela thought irritably as she spat out her toothpaste and brushed her tongue, rinsing out her mouth. Grabbing her face wash, she stepped into the shower. At the sight of the warm water hitting her skin, Adela’s Omega purred in content.

A shower was just what they needed.

After Adela’s shower, she walked downstairs to make her usual matcha latte. Matcha was one thing she discovered she liked after coming back. It was certainly interesting. She liked drinking it. She knew it wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, though. But it was hers. The silence enveloped her as she sifted the green powder into her bowl from the mini sifter she bought a couple of months after she had moved in from Target.

Her Omega preened at the silence.

The sound of her water kettle going off made her Omega grumble. Grabbing her water kettle, Adela poured a little bit of hot water before she mixed it with the whisk. Pouring the dark green liquid into her cup, she put a little bit of sugar before pouring some milk into it. Stirring her drink with a spoon, she took a sip.

Adela hummed in content. Soon after, the smells of breakfast filled the room.

Adela was very much into breakfast. Eggs, sausages, bacon, pancakes, you name it, she loved it. Sliding the eggs onto her plate, she munched on some toast and drank more of her tea.

Once breakfast was over, Adela put her face on. Put on her moisturizer. Then her primer. And then her sunscreen. Applying her BB cream with her fingers, blending it on her face and neck, just to make sure that her face and neck were the same color. Tapped some concealer underneath her dark circles so she didn’t look so much like a zombie.

She set her face. Adela filled in her eyebrows with her eyebrow pomade. Giving her tail the heavier hand. Blending the leftover pomade into the head of her eyebrows. Adela stared deeply into the mirror as she did her eyeliner. Eyeliner pen in her hand, she concentrated on making the two wings even.

She was not looking forward to making her wings uneven today.

No thank you.

Her day would be a straight-up disaster if her wings were uneven. A total mood killer.

After she finished swiping on her lip gloss, she felt her magic pulsing out as her makeup went back to its proper places.

Soft humming noise in her ear.

It had taken her a long time to use her magic again.

Three years since coming back to life, and she still felt like someone was going to come and kill her all over again.

Adela didn’t allow her magic to linger. It was why she did the simple, mundane things by hand now instead of using her magic. Even if it got things done quicker, she didn’t want to risk it.

She wasn’t looking forward to people finding her and killing her again.

Not when she was given another chance to live, in the same body, the same face she had seen every day for the past seventeen years before brutally dying and waking up in a different state and year that she knew nothing about.

Her keys jingled as she put them in her purse. She had her bag in her other hand.

The flea market was going to be nice, by the looks of the weather today.

It was going to be a nice, sunny, chill day in town. Adela slipped her sunglasses on before she left the house, the front door locking behind her.

The flea market was alive.

It was the only way Adela could explain it as she walked around, looking at fruits and vegetables alike. The persimmons looked really good this time of year.

The March breeze rushed through her. Her Omega was very happy with the chill breeze.

Adela caught a whiff of some scent that smelled like daisies as she paid for her persimmons and apples from the vendor lady.

All around her, people were talking. She could hear the endless conversations, and she even heard a Beta speaking to her little pup to not steal an orange.

“Thank you,” she said as she offered a smile. The vendor lady nodded back at her with a smile.

“Have a good day, dear.” the vendor lady responded. Adela could only give a soft nod in response as she walked away to another vending site, looking over at the fresh honey choices.

Her Omega preened at the sight of the honey choices that the vendor had.

Adela and her Omega, you could say, had a slight sweet tooth.

There was a little doughnut vending place here too. Her Omega whispered to her as they had walked in earlier to get the blue doughnut with blue sprinkles. They weren’t quite Dunkin’ Donuts doughnuts, but they would do. Plus, they were freshly made. Hot out of the oil. Her Omega liked that.

Sweets, her Omega sighed in delight.

They even had coffee on the side. She and her Omega were really looking forward to snagging an iced coffee that came along with the doughnuts.

“… Excuse me.”

Adela looked up from where she was looking at the glass jar that was labeled Blackberry Honey. Looked to her left.

What she saw made her blood run cold.

The familiar tuff of black hair that was slightly spiked from hair gel had caught her attention. Easy-going brown eyes stared back at her. Adela caught the slightest glimpse of tanned skin. The scent of something woodsy wafted into her nose.

Son of Ipswich, Adela’s thoughts turned from panic to fear.

It was good that she had slathered some scent blockers on her gland. Caleb Danvers sniffed the air. Only to find nothing. This woman next to him looked like she was around his age. Long, dark, wavy hair that fell just underneath her breasts and eyes that were covered by sunglasses. Dressed in a dark sundress with ballet flats adorning her feet, Caleb could only blink.

He couldn’t smell her.

That was odd.

“Sorry,” Adela replied to him, hastily grabbing the jar of Blackberry Honey because that one was her favorite ever since she started coming to the flea market, giving it to the vendor and hastily bringing out a twenty from her purse, handing the money over. She chucked the jar into her bag. It was getting a little bit heavy, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

“Wait-” Caleb began to say, but Adela had cut him off.

“Listen SOI,” Adela spoke to him in a hushed tone as she leaned close to the Alpha, “I’m really sorry I bumped into you. Have a good day.”

As quickly as she heard him, Adela had vanished into the crowd. Caleb was stuck standing there, looking surprised.

Why couldn’t he smell her?

Why didn’t she have a scent?

And how did she know he was a Son?

Later that night…

Adela loved nighttime.

One, because no one would usually be out during this time.

Two, it gave her peace and quiet.

And three, it didn’t give her bad memories.

Adela had been murdered during the afternoon. She knew, because right after she had gotten her lunch, she had gone outside to get a short walk in, before being hunted and chased down by her sisters. Then she got brutally murdered.

She almost never went into the woods ever again. She remembered when she had been brought back to life, she had been in the woods. Alone. It had been nighttime. Spitting and choking from dirt in her mouth, gasping for air. Feeling the life entering her body again. Her body felt like it was a live wire, crackling with energy. Not a drop of blood on the clothes, still in the same clothes she had worn when she had died. Adela had been looking down at her clean clothes then, still in shock that she had died and come back to life wearing the exact same clothes as when she passed.

For a long time, she always thought maybe when she died, she’d see a white light. Maybe she’d see a long-lost relative.

She hadn’t been ready for the pain. It had taken her so long to die. She had been stabbed so much to the point where the blood might’ve even become cakey on her clothes. Adela was certain that she had bled to death because her death had been so slow. Her sisters had left her out there to die.

The cool air was what she was met with as she continued her merry way down the empty street. Hearing an owl hoot.

And then, all of a sudden, she stopped walking.

Something in her gut was telling her that something was wrong.

It was like when she died.

A feeling. Something rolling over her like waves crashing against the tide.

For a split second, a blast of magic echoed. Fizzing onto the road like sparks.

“Who’s there?”

“Happy to see I finally caught your attention.”

She snarled.

Straight-up snarled. Her anger had taken over for just a second, allowing her form to glow white for a few seconds. Adela’s eyes even flashed white again, like the old times.

“Fucking Christ! Can you chill with that- hold up, is that light?”

“Are you doing talking yet?” came Adela’s slightly annoyed tone. Her heart was beating quickly as she was trying to gauge out where this weird voice was coming from. It was far too deep to be one of her sister’s. There was no way they would’ve found her here, right? Unless they were more power-hungry than she thought.

Which, wouldn’t really be out of the ordinary for them, if she was going to be honest with herself.

“Listen, if you’re Lucia or Delores, please go away. I died once, I’m not fucking dying again.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about. Can you please turn the fuck around? Jesus fucking Christ. I’ve been trying to contact you for months and this is the greeting I get? Seriously?”

Another white beam smacked against what appeared to be an invisible force.

“Ow! Can you fucking chill?”  The male voice shouted.

Adela finally turned around.

What she saw made her jump back a little.

A look of shock was on her face. She stood there for a split second.

Then...

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” She yelled, throwing her hands in the air in an are-you-serious gesture.

“I don’t have time to fucking deal with this!” Looking up at the darkening sky that was slowly sprinkling with rain, Adela gave it a seething glare and a snarl as she looked up dramatically.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Two Sons in one fucking day? Do you hate me?” She shouted loudly, feeling the rain slowly seep into her clothes. She even gritted her teeth.

“Is it because I slept with the two guys you wanted to sleep with?” Adela continued to scream up at the sky, “cause I told you, they asked first!”

Huffing, her eyes fell down back to eye-level. She looked at the pair of blue eyes that were suddenly watching her. A fog had appeared. It reminded her of the bootleg musicals she watched, back when she had been alive. It had seemed so long ago. Watching the smoke effects all over the stage.

It was almost like one of those cheesy rom-coms, where time had slowed to a stop as Adela frowned, walking up to the fog. A hand was extending out as her hand glowed white, like a flashlight as she illuminated his face.

She saw his blue eyes. A mop of dark hair. His pink lips that weren’t set in a line. Nor was he was frowning. He was watching, looking at her glowing hand as if she was the Second Coming of Christ or something like that.

“You’re a witch,” he breathed out. Adela withdrew her glowing hand quicker than someone saying “Oh God,” and her face blanched. Her glow had stopped immediately, and she smacked her hand against her thigh like she was afraid. Afraid of her own power.

“Yeah. And you’re a Son of Ipswich- there’s a difference,” Adela snapped back, still reeling from her magic use.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

Adela glared.

Like really glared at him.

“One of us is going to live past thirty. And it certainly isn’t you,” snapped Adela, just for good measure, as she began to stomp off.

“Hey! Don’t leave me here!”  The male voice howled. She snapped her teeth together into a snarl as she turned around.

“For the love of fucking Christ!” She barked, “Are all of you SOI’s whiners? Does it come with the life-draining powers? Cause none of you are gonna last till thirty at this rate! God, I feel so bad for your future partners! They have to put up with whiners. WHINERS!” Adela screeched as she looked at the blue-eyed teenager.

“I’m not a Son.”

Adela scoffed. She straight-up scoffed.

“Yeah? Make your eyes go black. Right now.”

Watching as the young man let out a splutter and a scoff, Adela’s lips curved up into a smirk.

Seeing a Son of Ipswich eye's turn black was kind of cool.

Kind of.

There was a part of her that was slightly creeped out.

Just a little.

“Yeah… never thought I’d cross off Seeing A Son of Ipswich Eyes Turn Black my bucket list,” Adela remarked as she allowed herself to blink.

She wasn’t about to tell him that she was amazed.

Yeah no.

Her pride would never let it live her down.

For the sake of her pride, she wouldn’t do it.

“I’m not a Son!”  The male voice shouted again.

“Definitely whiners,” Adela muttered under her breath.

“I heard that!”

Yup. Definitely whiners. Even though he was the second Son she had just met today, she had no doubt the other Sons would be whiners too. Just like this one.

This one…

“Oh, holy shit!”

The recognition, the realization was on her face as her eyes even went wide, just to complete the package.

Oh no.

Noooo.

Not him.

Noooo.

She really wished she had stayed dead now.

“Shit, shit, shit! No! Give me Caleb back! Not him!” Adela started to shriek, even pointing a finger at the foggy figure with a pissed-off look in her eyes, pure hysteria written on her face. “Nope! I’m not dealing with another goddamn motherfucking sociopath! I dealt with that enough in my past life and I’m sure as hell not dealing with it in this one! Nu-uh! You can take this goddamn fucking sociopath and put him right back where he fucking came from!”

She cursed.

A lot.

A potty mouth.

Or a filthy mouth.

A filthy mouth that back in the day, would’ve been referred to as “someone who needed their mouth rinsed out with soap.”

“Do you ever stop talking?”  The male voice said in agitation.

“Do you ever stop whining?” She bit back just as ferociously.

The male voice had shut up.

Good. Adela thought snidely to herself. If it was who she thought it was, well, she was definitely screwed.

Definitely, definitely screwed.

“Kay, look, listen-” She saw the male figure roll his eyes, but she went on. “If you’re looking for the Sons, they still live here. So you can uh, do your thing and go terrorize them. Kay Collins? I don’t need this shit right now. I got a busy life. You go and do your… whatever evil supervillains do, I dunno. I don’t watch any of that type of shit.”

The fog settled.

She saw him clearly now.

No more of that foggy shit that covered him from her view like a stupid supervillain.

None of that shit.

She saw the dark hair. The blue eyes. The pale skin. The tattered clothing that were slightly burnt, frayed around the edges.

“Yup,” Adela chirped in a fake happy voice, sarcasm laced in her tone as she narrowed her eyes at the not-so-Son-of-Ipswich, “Definitely a supervillain.”

“I’m not a fucking supervillain.”

Chase Goodwin-Pope Collins was ready to blow a fuse. If he could. He had been totally ready to throw something at the Omega Witch in front of him, probably a rock or two. But he couldn’t.

His powers… they weren’t working.

He didn’t know why. He didn’t know how, either.

They just stopped working ever since he had vanished into the In-Between a couple of years ago.

He still hadn’t figured out how he had gone into the In-Between.

Something had pulled him in. And for a while, all it seemed he did was float in space. He did nothing. It was almost peaceful, not being able to see anyone. Not being able to do anything. He was a little mad that he couldn’t do any magic in the In-Between. Absolutely none at all. It was as if he was incapable of doing it anymore.

There was a part of him that was screaming, nay, howling in outrage at not being able to use his magic. He was a fucking Son, no matter how hard he was trying to convince himself that he wasn’t. He had gotten these powers for a reason. His mother had practically abandoned him, leaving him in the care of rich parents who could’ve cared less about him. He hadn’t been their son. All he had been was charity to them. When the car crash happened… he didn’t mean it. It had just happened. He didn’t think that they would pass. It had been a rainy night. His adopted parents had been bickering in the car, as they usually did.

Chase had just wanted them to stop.

Stop bickering. Stop arguing. He wanted that white noise buzzing in his ear to stop.

He just wanted them to stop.

And then the car had spun out of control and just like that, Chase was an orphan again.

Alone in the world.

When he had tracked down his father and put him out of his misery. And when he came to the Academy to seek revenge on the other Sons, it wasn’t out of malicious spite. It just came from the fact that he hadn’t known. When he had gotten his Powers at age thirteen, it seemed so odd. So foreign to him. After he had found his father, it was too late. When his eighteenth birthday came and he had fully Ascended, he was too far gone. He had begun to use too much.

It was like how the Omega Witch had said. He wasn’t going to live past thirty if he kept using. A Son of Ipswich powers was addicting. The more you used, the more it ate away at your life force. Pretty soon, he knew his other “brothers” weren’t going to live past thirty.

The day he had gotten his powers was the same day he had presented as an Alpha. It hadn’t been surprising, he had later on read. Sons of Ipswich usually presented as Alphas. Then came all the years of his Ruts. They had been so painful. His head would hurt. His dick would hurt. He’d feel his knot like it was second nature. Sweat, headaches, pain, all that jazz- he would get the whole entire package.

He had always felt something missing though. It wasn’t uncommon for Alphas during their ruts, or Omegas during their heats to want an Omega or an Alpha. That need to be completed.

But for Chase… that simply wasn’t it. It simply wasn’t enough. He had a deeper longing. The Alpha Warlock was by no means a virgin. He had Rut Partners in the past. But none of them could scratch that itch. Tick that itch. He always felt that he was empty. That he wasn’t meant for this Omega, or that Omega.

Adela just rolled her eyes again.

“Yeah sure,” the sarcasm was dripping from her voice as she turned around, beginning to walk off again, “Not a supervillain. You and your stupid fog.”

“Can you please stop fucking walking away!?”

Yup, Adela thought sourly to herself, definitely a drama queen.

“Why? You wanna tell me something important, SOI? Can’t you do your weird freaky magic and read my mind or something?”

“I can’t use.”

Adela definitely stopped walking after that. Not that she got really far anyway.

“What?”

Now he really had her attention.

“You can’t… use?”

She sounded so confused. Dark brown eyes found blue ones as her boots clanked towards him.

“No.”

He sounded so frustrated.

And he was.

He was so frustrated.

“I’ve been in the In-Between forever. At least it seems like that. What year is it, by the way?”

“2017.”

Chase felt like someone had smacked him right across the face.

“Ten years…” he breathed out.

He had been stuck in the In-Between for ten years. Ten years of limbo.

Adela felt something twist and turn in her. Like a knife that was plunged in her back. It felt like that same feeling she had before she had gotten murdered.

“I can’t use. I can’t use any of my magic. I don’t know why I can’t use them. But I can’t. So if I get out of here, I can’t stay here. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Her eyes narrowed at that. Just slightly.

“I promise.”

“Don’t promise me shit,” Adela bit out, trying to keep her ever-steady quickening heartbeat at bay. “The last time someone promised me shit it didn’t end well. So okay. You can’t use. Your magic’s gone. You’re defenseless. Are you gonna go all evildoer and reign hell on the rest of the Sons? You got a game plan?”

“No.”

She raised an eyebrow. She might’ve scowled a little bit too.

“No, what? No, you’re not going to attack the Sons? Or no, you don’t have a game plan?”

“Both.”

“I don’t want to attack the Sons. I don’t have a game plan. I just want to live in peace.”

Something in her hummed.

Her Omega was purring.

Adela faltered at that.

“They’ll come after you.”

“Okay,” Chase shrugged nonchalantly. Adela blinked and looked like someone had run over her cat.

“Okay? That’s it?” She echoed.

“What do you want me to say?” Chase bit out, “I don’t have my powers. Maybe if they kill me, then maybe they’ll leave me alone. Besides, I’ve never had a peaceful life. Now I can have one. Is that what you wanted me to say?”

For the first time, Adela was taken back a little bit.

Well. Out of all those things to hit her hard… she hadn’t expected that.

Not at all.

For the first time in her life, she was rendered speechless.

“What? No snappy comeback? Cat got your tongue?”

Oh, now he wanted to be sassy?

She’d show him sassy.

With the mother of all eye rolls, she let out a huff and turned around, promptly marching back to her house.

Less than a second later, she heard the whining again.

“Hey! What’re- what- what are you doing!” howled Chase. Adela just rolled her eyes again. As if that was going to help with anything.

It wasn’t.

“What?” she mocked him. “Cat got your tongue?”

Chase gritted his teeth. Adela sneered at him.

And then Chase was yanked out. Pulled out of the In-Between by some weirdo white light. Back into the mortal realm. Then he realized that the Omega Witch had pulled him out. He fell to the ground with a grunt.

Feeling the rocky road underneath him, he had to pat the ground a few times. Just to see and feel if this wasn’t a trick.

Adela was oddly reminded of herself when she had come back to life.

She had been exactly like Chase.

Tapping things, looking around at things, to see if she remembered what it was. If anything had any significance to her anymore.

She had done that for a year.

Chase tap tapped the ground a few more times before he looked up. If he wasn’t some sociopath person who tried to murder an entire coven of warlocks, Adela would’ve remarked to herself and only herself that he looked like a lost puppy. Maybe even a cute puppy.

“You… you got me out.” he breathed out. Adela’s face didn’t change. Instead, she just gave him a curt nod. “How?”

“Let’s just say I know how the In-Between feels. What, you thought you were the only one who entered some weirdo state of subconscious?”

She saw him blink.

“Yeah- it was a rough time. Don’t ask.”

‘I wasn’t.”

“Good. Now c’mon. Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

Adela had to mentally count to ten in order to not lose her shit.

“My house, smart one. You wanna fend for yourself? Or let the Sons find you?”

Chase had the decency to scowl.

He practically glared daggers at her.

Even a growl came from him. Adela just kept staring at him, her facial expression reading bitch don’t fucking try me right now.

“Fine,” he hissed. Clapping her hands together, “Cool. Follow me, Collins. You want some lasagna for dinner?”

It took three months for anything to happen between the two of them.

They were slowly slipping into somewhat of a schedule. A routine.

Chase was beginning to notice Adela’s patterns of behavior, the more time he spent with her.

One, she always woke up around eight AM. She would press the snooze button once. Then she would wake up. While Chase liked showering the night before, Adela would shower in the morning. He’d be awoken to the sounds of her making her usual matcha latte in the morning.

Her scent was one that truly puzzled him.

Chase, with his rich adoptive parents, had been around tons and tons of Omegas. Usually, Omega’s scents were sweeter. More appealing.

Adela’s wasn’t out of the question.

She smelled like vanilla. But with her magic, it made her smell like a breath of fresh air. Her scent reminded Chase of those days in his childhood when he’d open a window, and would smell a freshly baked vanilla cake coming from the neighbor’s.

Another thing he noticed about her was all the light colors she’d dress up in. Sweaters, blouses, skirts, mini dresses with spaghetti straps- she wore it all. Pastels, blush tones, pink lipgloss- it lowkey reminded him of the early 2000s. One time, she had told him that she’d be going grocery shopping and pulled on a pastel cable-knit sweater, jeans, and mouse flats. The lingering scent of vanilla cake and fresh air left Chase in a daze.

If he was going to be honest, he was starting to get used to being alive again. Actually alive.

Chase walked down the stairs after taking a shower. Adela was making her usual matcha latte for herself. Chase was more of a coffee person, he found. Pure black, no sugar or cream. The sounds of Chase getting the cup from the cupboard and turning on the coffee machine after putting his usual coffee pod in were almost soothing to him.

“So, I’m thinking of looking at this place in the woods.”

Chase cocked his head to the side.

Clearly curious.

“But you live in the woods?”

He was confused. Adela shook her head.

“Deeper than where the house is. It’s making my magic radar feel weird. I just… don’t like going any deeper into the woods.” Adela clarified for him. Chase’s head was still tilted to the side. “So… you’re afraid of going into the woods? Then why do you live in the woods?” He asked her. Adela just pinched her nose in frustration. “Because it’s not that far from town. I’m far enough from people, but not far enough where I start freaking out. That make sense?”

It didn’t. But Adela looked visibly uncomfortable. So Chase let it slide. It was why they never had tried going to that annual bonfire the community had every month. Chase still had scars from the barn. So they didn’t go.

“I guess so. Like my fear of fires. I get it.” shrugged Chase. “Wasn’t your best moment,” Adela remarked as she finished stirring her cup of matcha. “No. No, it wasn’t. Wait- how do you know about that?” He questioned. “The academy I grew up at… we learned about every any type of witch or warlock. Your kind was one we learned about. So we know your history.” Adela walked away from the kitchen into the dining room, with a confused Alpha Warlock following her.

“So- wait- what version of events did they tell you?” Chase questioned her as the two sat down at their usual spots at the table. Adela pursed her lips as she leaned back in her armchair. Summoning their plates of breakfast with a wave of her hands. Chase almost envied her, how she used her magic so effortlessly.

If he was going to be truthful, after all these months, he still didn’t know the extent of her powers. He knew she controlled light. As easy as it was breathing. He’d see her summon things, like their plates of breakfast. But never any defensive magic, like how he used to.

“You came to Ipswich. Laid low and befriended the Sons. And then you killed two people. Almost killed Caleb’s girlfriend, but my brain might be a little fuzzy on that one.” She brought her bottom lip in between her teeth. Then she let it go, showing it all pink and bitten. “You wanted to take all of the Son’s powers if I remember that part right. Whether if they surrendered it peacefully or not. Some explosion had gotten you, but the police never had found a third body. So your death was undecided. Undetermined. Obviously, I know what happened now. You got pulled into the In-Between and stayed there for ten years. You should be in your late twenties or early thirties. Earliest I’d say is twenty-eight or twenty-nine-”

“I was twenty. When I got sucked in. Into the In-Between.”

Adela stopped. She took a real, long gaze at him. Then she let out a chuckle. It didn’t sound like she was mocking him. More like it was a bitter chuckle.

“Oh, well, would you look at that. Birds of a feather really do flock together, huh?” She took a bite of her bacon.

“What does that mean? You weren’t sucked into the In-Between too, were you?”

“No. I was eighteen when I died. I'm twenty-one right now. So... technically I'm just one year older than you.” A wry smile appeared on her face.

Chase choked on his coffee. Luckily, he did not send coffee spewing everywhere. “What?” he choked. Adela sent him a bitter smile. “If it makes you feel any better, I would’ve chosen getting sucked into the In-Between any day. Death hurts like a bitch. In the academy, they would always tell you how good it would be, to pass into the other side. I thought I would pass onto the other side peacefully… like in my sleep or something. Read my cards, be surrounded by my Alpha and our pups and grand pups… but when I died, it was pain. I was in agony for so long… and then I woke up in the woods. Here. Gasping and spitting dirt out of my mouth. Now you get why I don’t like being in the woods, yeah? I died and was reborn there. Not many fond memories.”

“This… academy…” Chase trailed off, seeing Adela's vague nod, encouraging him to go on. “You… had your own coven, I’m assuming?”

To which, Adela gave a shrug.

“I mean… I guess. I grew up with four other girls. Two were Alphas. One was a Beta. Another was an Omega, like me. I haven’t seen them in years. Not since I died. I didn’t live here. To be frank, I don’t know where I grew up, honestly. It was a mansion of hell. We couldn’t get out. Not past the border, anyway. But one day, we all snuck out to a frat party. It was the first time we all felt… human. Our headmistress and teacher were mother and daughter. Both of them were honestly bitches. They were really harsh on us. Taught us dancing, taught us how to speak English. I learned ballet. Don’t ask me to dance- I haven’t done that shit in years. Anywho. They taught us everything. But they never let us out, so we rebelled. Luckily, we were fine. After we presented our individual powers though… that’s where… where I think, all of our lives went to pure fucking hell.”

She was deep in memories.

Looking. Thinking. Chase could see her eyes slowly glowing white again. It made her look ethereal, almost. All she really needed was a golden halo above her head and stupid angel wings.

“So, I guess you could call it a coven. Not a nice one. But… there were times where it was okay. I guess. Wasn’t the worst thing in the world.” Adela returned to eating her breakfast, putting a piece of her cheesy scrambled eggs in her mouth.

Chase allowed this information to sink in.

She never really did talk about herself, he realized. Other than being a pain in his ass, he really didn’t know much about her.

There was an awkward silence after that.

He only really spoke two words though.

“I’m sorry.”

The corners of Adela’s mouth twitched upwards. Just slightly.

“It’s alright. Don’t apologize. Everything’s okay now.”

When he looked at her, and when blue eyes found brown ones, something stirred within him.

Something was going to happen today.

After the awkward breakfast, the two of them got dressed. Today, Adela was wearing a cropped gold-colored sweater over one of her purple mini dresses. Since they were going into the woods together, she wore her black boots. Said boots, made Chase raise an eyebrow in surprise. It had been the color that truly surprised him.

He had never seen her in black before. She seemed to be the type of person to not even own a piece of black nor dark clothing in her life. Unlike him. Dressed in a black sweater, jeans, and a pair of Converse Adela had bought him the second night he had been here, he looked like a normal person.

For the first time in his life.

Adela caught the raised eyebrow. “What?’ she questioned him as she tied her hair back. With a gold hairband. “Never seen you in black before,” was all Chase replied with. Adela just raised an eyebrow of her own before just rolling her eyes. “Don’t get used to it,” she told him, “I don’t own much black in my wardrobe.” Chase just gave her a nod. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes.

Chase felt the energy in the room change. He felt like he had just opened a window. He smelled fresh air and that crisp, fresh feeling of drinking a glass of water after being denied one for so long.

Since he was a Warlock, he could see things people couldn’t. Normal Alphas couldn’t see what appeared to be a film wash over the entire home. Normal Alphas couldn’t smell a certain smell that smelled distinctively of life. Normal Alphas couldn’t feel that energy of magic surrounding them.

Unlike his magic, Adela’s magic soothed him. It reminded him of better days, better times in his childhood. Happier memories. Playing tag with his friends on the playground. It made him feel alive. It made his head empty, and it felt like he had just drunk a glass of hot chocolate.

Adela saw the thin film-like essence of her magic sink into the house. The humming stopped. When she opened her eyes, they were white again. Glowed for a split second before returning back to their normal brown. “Okay,” she was a little dazed, “I think we should be okay now.” Her head was a little light. Chase’s arms came to her shoulders, keeping her steady.

Adela’s Omega reared her head towards this Alpha. She got up, shook herself off, and cocked her head.

For the past three months, she could not smell this Alpha.

Chase had no smell and it was beginning to aggravate her.

At first, Adela’s Omega had been confused. Why would this Alpha not have a smell?

Now she was just getting aggravated.

Sniffing again, Adela’s Omega found nothing.

Nothing!

No scent!

It was an insult, was what it was!

Adela’s Omega grumbled unhappily as Adela looked at Chase.

“Thanks.” Readjusting herself, she heard Chase ask, “What did you just do?”

“Sealed this place off. Put up protective barriers and alarms. Normal people will just see nothing. Other people like the Sons might see the house, but if they try to get in, they’ll get spit out.”

At the aforemention of the Sons, Chase found himself scowling again. Adela sent him an unimpressed look as she walked past him, towards the door. “Yeah, don’t sweat it, I’m not a fan of them either. Do more harm than good, those Sons.”

“Wait- what do you mean by that?” Chase found himself asking after Adela locked the door shut. Hand outstretched to just double check to make sure everything was under control and still in place. “Everyone always thought that the Sons of Ipswich were myths. Legends. Bedtime stories that people who aren’t you and me tell to their kids in order to scare their kids into behaving. After you showed up and fucked shit up, well, the other Sons had to take the extra liberty to shield themselves from the public. When I showed up and everything, well, I had to do the same thing. Avoid the Sons. Avoid any use of magic. It’s why I do most things by hand now. Dishes, sweeping, mopping- you get it.”

Checking that everything was in place, Adela began to walk. Chase followed.

The sounds of the leaves crunching under them were heard as the two of them walked deeper and deeper into the woods.

“… So I just had to avoid everyone. Became a homebody. Not that I care all that much- I don’t like talking to people or going out a lot anyway. But… before you I guess, I found myself getting lonely. It’s always been just me. My Omega wants a big pack, y’know? She wants to start over again. She’s more into the we-got-reborn-so-we-should-get-hitched shit more than me.”

Mentions of a pack made Chase slow down a little.

When he had been younger, Chase had thought about a pack all the time. He thought about having an Omega of his own, with his own litter of pups. Chase had grown up as an only child. He had wanted a big family then. All he had wanted back then was to be wanted.

But then his foster parents had died in that car crash. He had tracked down his biological father, and his father had told him to go to the other Sons. To get revenge for a family he was never truly a part of.

Now, as he was walking with a sweet-smelling Omega, he wondered to himself, could he truly be happy, like this? Unable to smell himself, unable to use his magic? Could he truly wake up every day for the rest of his life until he died, looking and talking with an Omega that would probably never give him the time of day?

Would that even be enough?

Looking at the dark-haired, Asian Omega Witch walking right beside him as the birds chirped happily while the sun peeked through the trees, he decided yes, yes, this would be it.

This was where he would stay.

Later that night, Chase found himself going to sleep early.

Both he and Adela were hitting the sack pretty early tonight after their little adventure in the woods. He had already showered and allowed his hair to dry off. As he laid in his bed, in his bedroom, he heard Adela spit out her toothpaste and heard her rinse her mouth. Then he heard her turn off the lights, close the bathroom door, and he heard her padding footsteps down the hall.

His door creaked open just the slightest bit. Allowing Adela to peek her head in.

“Goodnight, Chase.”

Chase lifted his head up. She knew he wasn’t sleeping. “Goodnight,” he replied. Adela gave him a little smile before closing the door. He heard her retreating footsteps going down the hall a little bit more before he heard her bedroom door opening. Then it closed.

As soon as he fell asleep, he dreamed.

He dreamed he was in the Collins mansion again. He was running down the halls, giggling and laughing. Being chased around by his Omega Nanny.

His nanny shouted something at him before the dreamscape melted and vanished.

He was falling.

He didn’t know where.

By the time his dreamscape wasn’t looking like a melting pot of colors, Chase was still confused.

Until he heard it.

Giggling.

It sounded like girls giggling. Blurs of girls ran past him. They ran through him like it was nothing.

“Come on Adela, let’s go! We’re going to be late!” He heard one girl yell from where she was standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, her arms crossed to her sides. Chase stared at the tall, blonde-haired, and green-eyed young woman who looked to be around the same age as him. All of the other girls looked to be dressed for some type of frat party.

Footsteps made him look forward again.

“Hold on! I’m coming!”

Chase swore that his heart stopped.

Deep down, he knew this was a dream.

This wasn’t real. He wasn’t actually here. But this was a memory. He was looking at an old memory.

But as he laid eyes on her, the Omega that he had been living with for months now, seeing her run down the stairs in one of her usual sweaters and skirts, slipping on her white flats.

Chase saw the girl who had yelled for her to hurry up twitch. Her lip curled a little. “That’s all you’re wearing?” She sounded very unimpressed. “I brought another sweater. A heavier one. Just in case it gets cold.” Adela replied. “No,” the blonde girl had replied, clicking her tongue in a way that made Chase feel like his ears were going to start bleeding. “You’re just wearing that?” She gestured to the outfit. “It’s comfortable, Paige.” Adela defended herself. Paige just groaned out loud. Throwing her hands up in disappointment. “Fine,” she spoke scathingly. “Let’s just go before Mistress Crazy and her daughter come back.”

Chase woke up with a gasp.

Sweat beaded down his forehead.

He had to take a second to catch his breath.

All of a sudden, his door opened with a loud smack against the wall, because his doorknob had collided against it too hard.

There she was.

Adela looked frazzled. She looked as if she had just hopped right out of bed. Her sleeping clothes, which were just a pale pink tank top and white shorts, looked wrinkly.

She was panting deeply.

Her Omega sniffed at the air.

Chase was getting up even before Adela could have recognized just what the hell was going on.

And it was there, that she smelled it.

She smelled hot green tea, and what also smelled like rain. Like she was bundled up in a comfy, fluffy sweater and her PJ’s, with a steaming cup of tea to keep her warm on a rainy day.

His scent.

Chase’s scent had returned to him.

Which meant only one thing.

His Alpha was back.

“Are you sure you know how to set this up?”

Adela was looking at the manual.

It was a couple of days after Chase’s Alpha had returned to him.

Needless to say, he didn’t know how to feel about this new development. Having his Alpha back after not having him for so long… was strange. It almost felt foreign to him. Smelling his own scent too.

Everything had just tipped its axis and Chase was getting grumpy. Adela could tell.

She peeked her eyes out. Looking at the currently grumpy Alpha who was helping set up the flat-screen TV that they had bought at Target. It was a twenty-four-inch TV. And it was on sale! Adela wasn’t about to fuck that up. Like what did he want her to do? Not buy it? It was on sale! She would not be wasting any opportunities.

“Yes… I know where each power cord goes, Chase… it’s on the manual… maybe you should read one next time instead of being a big ol grumpy pants.” Adela’s retort was just resulting in Chase scowling at her. “Well,” huffed Chase. “Ex-cuse me then, Princess.” He was feeling extra snappy and snarky today, it seemed.

Adela just rolled her eyes at his attitude.

“Oh stop it. You’re being such a drama queen. There can only be one drama queen under this roof, and it’s me, Collins. Stop trying to take my limelight, okay?”

To which, Chase didn’t say anything.

He had finished putting in the power cords where they were supposed to go. The TV had been placed on the floor, right up against the wall. The black TV was a nice contrast with the white wall. And it was a brick wall. Chase always liked brick walls.

“Is your coven still alive?”

That caught her by surprise. It had caught her off balance, off guard, even.

“I… I don’t…” came her stumbled words.

“I-I… I don’t know.” Adela finally said. Chase just cocked his head to the side like a dog looking at its master. Clearly perplexed. “I mean, I guess after killing me, I guess they’re still alive.”

“They- what?”

Oops.

She really should have told him that part.

“Yeah. They ambushed me in the woods and stabbed me to death. That’s how I died. Pretty uneventful. It wasn’t as glamorous as yours, so I’m never going to beat you in that department.” she shrugged. “Are you serious cracking jokes right now?” Chase exclaimed.

Adela expressed a deep sigh. Her hands came to massage her temples. “What do you want me to say, Chase?” she said to him. “That it hurt? That I spent my last moments screaming for help when no one came to rescue me? That yeah, my coven killed me? Is that what you want to hear? Cause if you wanted that, here you go.”

No.

No.

No, he had not been expecting that.

At all.

“If I’m gonna be honest with you… I don’t know if they’re still out there. They left me to fucking die, Chase. That should be enough to spell it out for you. Maybe after I died, they got shot at. Maybe they’re still fighting for the Supreme title. We were doing the Seven Wonders. We were almost finished with them, but then…” her gaze fell to her hands and she found them very interesting, as Adela began to fiddle with her thumbs. “Then I died. I don’t know if they ever finished them. It’s been six years. Who even knows at this point.”

“What was your coven name?” Chase asked her.

Adela only replied with one word.

“Kane.”

Later that week, Chase found himself on the laptop, researching. His fingers flew away at the keyboard. His gaze was completely focused as he engrossed himself in his research.

All the while, Adela was at the store, pushing a cart along the floors of Target, down at her phone, where her grocery list was.

A certain scent made her Omega screech.

The familiar woodsy scent was back.

Which meant only one thing.

Caleb Danvers.

Son of Ipswich.

Adela started to panic. And it caught Caleb’s attention because he turned to look at her.

The woman from the flea market.

But that hadn’t been the thing that caught Caleb’s attention.

Oh no.

It was that familiar scent of hot tea and rain. And the smell of lotus flowers and vanilla.

But the sweet scent of lotus flowers and vanilla wasn’t what Caleb was focusing on.

No.

That scent of hot tea and rain.

It reminded him of Chase. That had been Chase’s scent. But Caleb had seen him fall into the fire and vanish.

Chase couldn’t still be alive, right?

Right?

For a moment, Caleb blinked.

And Adela summoned her magic for the first time ever.

Just a little bit.

Just so she could teleport herself away from Caleb. Quietly getting the other things on her list using her summoning magic. Quietly checking her stuff out in line.

Caleb blinked again. He walked out of the aisle, seeing Adela with her groceries in her hands, walking out of the store.

He was puzzled.

He needed to see just what the hell that woman was up to.

When Adela got home, Chase opened the door.

He looked like he had been waiting for her. A look of panic was on his face.

“What?” Adela said once she got inside, making sure to shut the door behind her. Chase reached behind her, locking the door. She let out a grunt as Chase tugged her by her arm, not saying anything as he guided her to the laptop.

“What?” She said again, still confused.

“Oh my frigging God, Chase, just tell what’s going on!” Adela huffed before Chase sat her down on the couch, moving the laptop so she could see the screen.

What she saw made her blood run cold.

“Are those…” Adela breathed out in horror. “Medical records, yes,” Chase replied softly.

Adela began to scroll.

NAME: ADELAIDE EVERLY LEE

DOB: MAY 16, 1993

SEX: FEMALE

“How did you…”

“Did a deep dive into the Internet. How do you think I found my birth dad?” Chase chuckled. Although he didn’t sound humorous when he spoke about his father. His eyes turned away when she finally made eye contact with him.

Her hand reached over to his, a golden-toned hand covering his pale one.

“I felt you, earlier.”

Now she was really looking at him.

“You… felt me.” Adela couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Yes.”

Chase was looking at her now, too.

With something she never thought she would have ever seen him looking at her with.

Compassion.

It made her Omega sigh dreamily.

“Explains the dream I had, about you a couple of days ago. Because, that was you, right? Back then?” Chase questioned, leaning back a little as he kept his eyes trained on her.

“Y-Yeah,” Adela swallowed nervously. “That was the night we all decided to sneak out to go to a frat party. Coincidentally, that was the night I lost my virginity in both holes. Well, three, considering I gave oral too. But nobody ever talks about the mouth.”

“What?”

Pursing her lips and leaning back on the couch, Adela nodded seriously. “Yeah. First threesome too. The dudes were super nice about it too…”

Chase was looking at her like she had grown another head. “What?” Adela cocked her head at him. “You’ve never had sex before?” She questioned. Her surprised face quickly turned to one of horror. She let out a horrified gasp. Even clutched her chest. “Oh my sweet Cole Sprouse, are you virgin Chase?”

“What? No!” Chase protested.

“I mean, it’s okay if you are, I mean, society’s very sex positive now. You can be as kinky as you like.” Adela nodded along with what she was saying, even though Chase was wildly shaking his head. “Okay! I get it! No, I’m not a virgin. Popped my cherry with this Omega I used to go to school with.”

“Not at the academy, right?” Adela raised an eyebrow. “Nah,” replied Chase. “It was before the academy with the Sons. My rich parents sent me to boarding schools growing up.”

“Must be nice, living with rich parents,” Adela mused as she looked back at the laptop screen, only for her amused face to change into one of longing.

“… No. It wasn’t.”

She turned her head.

Chase was looking ahead at the wall as if he was getting lost in old memories. “They never made time for me. My mom was always busy, and my dad was always busy too. They just waved me around like a fortune of goodwill. Kinda like, oh, look at us. We’re so charitable. Look at how nice we are, taking this orphan into our house.”

His hands clenched at his side. Chase’s jaw tightened. “And when we were in the car that one night… they were fighting. My parents… didn’t have a good marriage behind the scenes. They always fought, and I think my adopted dad was having an affair behind her back, too. But that one night… they were arguing and I was in the backseat and I… I just wanted them to stop fighting.”

Noticing that he was getting choked up, Chase felt a small hand grasp his, and something akin to peace flowed over him.

She was using her magic. To calm him down.

“What are you-” Chase began to speak, but Adela shushed him.

“Shhhh,” she whispered to him, “I’m calming you down now. This is about you now. Not me. Just shut up for once, Chase.”

“You’re so rude,” Chase muttered underneath his breath as he grabbed her, pushing her flush against him. Adela let out a squeak.

“You’re such an asshole,” she couldn’t help but be catty at this very moment.

“And you’re wonderful, shut up.” Chase snapped. Adela peeked her head up. “You mean that?”

His face softened.

“Yeah, you’re wonderful, Omega. You annoy me and you make me want to rip my hair out, but I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

With that, Adela buried her face back into his shoulder. Happily nuzzling her nose into the fabric of his shirt.

“Kiss me tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah.”

He ended up doing it tomorrow morning.

A few weeks later…

Everything went wrong that morning.

Chase had decided to be the first one to wake up that morning.

But when he had woken up, there was a weird fog in his mind.

Almost as if someone had pulled the wool over his eyes. Like someone had pulled the rug from underneath his feet.

He could feel something wrong deep in his gut.

But, as he was nestled with the sweet-smelling Omega next to him, he almost didn’t want to get out of bed.

Almost.

And all of a sudden, he heard knocking.

At first, they were polite knocks.

After a few times though, they became pounding knocks.

They were enough to make Adela begin to stir. With a groggy voice, “hos’ at the door… make them go away…”

“Shhhh,” Chase whispered to her as he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, “-I’m going to check it out.”

“You’ll be right back?” Adela asked sleepily. “I’ll be right back,” he promised her.

Making his way out of the huge bed, he walked down the stairs, heading straight to the door. When he unlocked the door and opened it, he was immediately blasted backwards.

Slamming his back against the wall, Chase gasped in pain.

Everything hurt.

Gritting right through his teeth, Chase managed to get up.

Familiar scents were making their way into his nose.

Familiar scents that reminded him of another time.

The Sons.

The damn Sons had found him.

Just how the fuck did they manage to do that?

“… Are you keeping her hostage, Chase?” One of the voices shouted, which sounded oddly like Pouge.

Chase tried to gasp through the pain. Between the odd fog that was making his head turn, the impact he had taken with the blow was making his head spin, and not in a good way.

Bang.

Someone screamed. Chase recognized it faintly as Tyler.

White consumed his vision for a second.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE DOING IN MY HOUSE?” A familiar feminine voice roared out.

Adela.

Chase had never truly seen her action until this moment.

He gasped in pain as he managed to get up, albeit shakily. His head was still pounding.

Adela had woken up interrupted by knocks. Pounding on her front door. When her Alpha told her he’d go and check it out, she expected him to just go and see, and come back to bed.

He had even promised her!

However, when she heard a bang and heard him shout in pain, Adela’s Omega had screeched to her that something was wrong.

And when she heard those damn Sons of Ipswich, she knew that shit had officially hit the fan.

Her Alpha had been smacked against the wall as if he was just a rag doll, and there were people in her house. Her house! Her space!

It nearly drove her Omega insane! Her Omega was howling at the audacity of these Alphas who dared to enter her space.

Her Omega had not died and come back to life with a second chance to get her Alpha only for some knuckleheads who dared disrupt what she had slaved her ass over to gain.

Oh no.

No. No. No No.

Absolutely not.

“Holy shit! How the fuck did we not know there was a witch here?” one of them shrieked. Adela recognized him as Reid. She knew him as the stupid one.

In her opinion, anyway.

“I’m not going to ask again,” she snarled, beginning to float up as her light became more intense. She glowed brighter as her light intensified, looking more like a light beam than a glowy masterpiece. Her pupils had changed from brown to white.

“Listen, we just all need to calm down-” Caleb tried diffusing the situation, but that only made Adela snarl right through her teeth. Barking out a laugh, “Who’s we? You’re the ones who barged into my house!” She sneered.

“Okay… maybe we shouldn’t have blasted Chase against the wall,” Reid chuckled nervously. Pogue turned to him sharply. “Oh, now you think that’s a bad idea!” He shouted in his face. “I told you we should have just knocked politely! You’re the one who said, ‘We should blast the person who answers against the wall,’ like a frigging idiot!”

A deep rumble erupted from Chase’s chest.

If it had been her and not him, they would have been in two completely different places right now.

His girl could have been the one on the floor. And not him.

That was enough for his eyes to turn black. Like the good ole days. Adela felt him rising up to meet her, where she was floating, and the two of them sent the Sons flying back and right out of the house.

The front door slammed loudly and the locks turned in place. Chase heard all of the locks slide into place as he carefully floated back down. Adela did the same, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she nearly keeled over.

“It’s alright Omega, I got you,” Chase assured her gently as Adela gulped down some air. Sweat was beginning to show on her face.

… And all of a sudden, it clicked why he had felt the fog.

His Rut.

Chase Collins was going into his first Rut in ten years.

Everything had begun to make sense.

Adela didn’t do anything as her Alpha picked her up bridal style, carrying her back upstairs, back to her nest in her room.

As Chase walked up the stairs, through that weird haze, he thought.

There was a reason why he had felt her nervousness that day she had gone to the store.

He had felt her. Even without a Bond. And then when he had woken up from his dream, his Alpha had suddenly come back?

That only meant one thing.

They were True Mates.

Growing up, Chase thought the idea of having a True Mate was just something you read in fairy tales. A myth. Something you normally told your kids to make them dream about happy things.

But deep in his gut, he knew. Chase just knew.

Opening the door to her room, Chase gently put her down. Her scent was becoming riper, and Chase could feel his cock tightening. Pretty soon, her Heat would be here, and his Rut would come to match hers. Pushing back some hair that had clumped together due to the excessive amount of sweat that had begun to build on her forehead, Chase saw that unblemished, perfectly unmarked Gland on her neck.

Just the thought of biting her, putting his Mark there, showing everyone in this damn county who her Alpha was made his cock strain against his pants even harder. It made his Alpha rumble in content.

Mark Omega. Make her ours.

Shaking his head, Chase tried to clear his thoughts that weren’t currently horny.

He didn’t need to put a blanket over her, once her heat hit, she would be sweaty and hot enough.

For now, as Chase walked back downstairs, he made sure all of the house defenses were placed. That all the protection was up.

Then, he made sure all of the doors were locked. Things were put away. Any or all plugs were removed from the power outlets.

He did not want the two of them to be disturbed when his Rut and her Heat would hit. By anything.

Chase opened the fridge.

He had a lot of work to do.

When Adela eventually woke up again, she was sweating heavier than a sinner in church.

She was sure her nest had been soaked from all of her sweat.

Her scent was so thick it was making her eyes burn.

All the while Chase had finally finished meal prepping away downstairs. Closing the fridge door, he heard movement from upstairs.

Adela’s scent was everywhere. It penetrated every space, every crevice of the mansion. All he could smell was her. All the while he knew that his girl was going to wake up, and eventually come back downstairs.

His shirt had come off after an hour. Followed by his undershirt. And then his socks. Clad in nothing but his shorts, Chase hummed as he turned around.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His Omega was up.

Everything hurt.

As Adela managed to stumble her way down the stairs, everything in her was screaming.

Her whole entire body was hot.

Everything hurt.

Cramps hit her with every step she took down the stairs.

Her scent was so thick, so pungent that even Chase could even smell it from where he was in the kitchen.

So good. His girl smelled so good. He could smell the scent of lotus flowers and vanilla. It made him feel like he was sitting outdoors, while scents of a bakery overhead filled his nose.

Although right now though, his cock was throbbing in his shorts and he desperately wanted it to be gone. He was sure if he made another step towards her, his self-control would break and he’d pin her down and breed her until he knew for certain that he had put a pup in her.

However, the rumbling of Adela’s stomach made him snap out of that horny haze.

She was hungry. Grabbing the tongs from the kitchen drawers, he piled pasta into a bowl, finishing it by grating some cheese on top. Chase didn’t believe in that pre-shredded BS.

Grabbing a fork, he slid the bowl of pasta over to her. Almost immediately, Adela grabbed the fork and dug in. Scarfing down the pasta like she didn’t have any more time to eat in her lifetime.

Chase was surprised that she didn’t choke on her food. After she had finished two more bowls, she was content and needed no more food.

Slick oozed out of her like a fountain when she tried to stand up. Adela hissed in pain. “It hurts,” she managed to choke out, looking at him with wide eyes, all the while her naked body trembled and shook with every breath she took. Her breasts heaved. Her dark nipples were hardened to buds. She smelled so good to the point where pinning her down and breeding her was going to be a very good option.

Quite frankly, when Adela was pleading with him, tears streaming down her eyes, along with Chase’s Alpha hissing in his ear to just cut the bullshit, Chase nearly, readily agreed here and there that pinning her down would do much good. Much, much good.

So that’s exactly what he did.

Adela let out an ungodly shriek as she was pinned down to the hardwood floors of the kitchen, her back colliding on the floor. Thankfully, she was fully nude. So, Chase did not need to rip any of her clothes off. Remains of his shorts were shoved down and kicked off in his stupor.

His erection bobbed free. The crown of his cock was smeared with pre-cum, white drops oozing from his tip.

Adela was so fucking happy that her brain was currently just thinking breed breed breed because if her mind had been in her normal headspace, she would have screamed at the length and size of Chase’s dick.

Truly, she would have astral fucking projected right then and there.

Because he was huge.

To put it quite simply.

His girth was thick. He was long. Adela nearly shuddered and sobbed in anticipation. She was brought down, forced by her Omega into the basic instinct of her designation- a bitch in heat.

Adela cried out with bliss when Chase slid in, slamming into her fully. She gasped as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth agape, no noise coming out.

“… shit,” Chase grunted out. “S’ my good girl.”

She was so warm. Her cunt was slippery with her slick, smeared all over her inner thighs. Leaning his head down, his tongue dragged up her thigh, all the way close to her slippery pussy lips that were pink and swollen. Just by the taste of her, Chase’s head spun.

Mind gone, he raised his head up from her thighs.

Adela cried out and whined when he pulled out, just enough for the head of his cock in between her lips, before he slammed right back in.

Mercilessly, he pounded her onto the floor. Not even giving her a chance to respond as he took her right then and there on the floor. He slotted himself in between her thighs, lifting her leg up to sling it over his shoulder, so he could go in deeper. So his cock could hit that perfect spot that made her see stars in her vision.

His hips slammed into hers with every single thrust, and Adela screamed when her walls clenched down onto his cock, milking him for all he had.

Screams from his Omega were like music to his ears.

Still, Chase persisted. He continued to push his ejaculate deeper and deeper into her, feeling so close to completion. It was like being able to drink a glass of water after being denied of it for so long.

Chase came with a shout. His knot caught and swelled, and the dark-haired Alpha had to plant his palms on the hardwood floor to keep himself steady when he came inside of him, her pussy greedily taking all he gave her.

“… Give me your neck…” he managed to gasp through pants, his eyes black. His eyes were wide. “Let me mark you, Omega… please…”

Please.

He had said please.

Through her lustful haze, Adela registered lifting herself up a little. Sitting up. Lifting her neck up for him, offering her Gland to him.

Like a magnet, his mouth latched onto that corded muscle. His teeth sank in, breaking and shattering the skin. Putting his Mark there. Marking her as his.

Adela cried out when he bit her. Her Omega sobbed in delight. When Chase did eventually lift his head and offer his neck to her, she did the exact same thing. Her teeth sank in, and her head eventually rose up, seeing bloody teeth marks.

She had done that. She had put her mark there. Right there. On his gland.

“I love you,” she whispered to him. Carefully, one of Chase’s hands came to stroke her face.

Blue eyes looked into brown ones.

“I love you too, Little Omega.”

A couple of days later…

Adela woke up first.

She had changed out of her tank top and shorts to one of her pastel sweaters and light blue jeans, and her bunny slippers. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she did her skincare. Padding her way down the stairs, she began to make her matcha green latte, happily humming to some song she was currently bopping her feet to.

She was having the time of her life.

Eventually, Chase woke up to an empty nest.

He heard the music downstairs.

His girl was awake.

The wafting smells of breakfast began to make their way to his nose.

And then someone rang the doorbell.

Cautiously, Adela turned the burner flame to low. Putting the lid on top of the potatoes that she was currently cooking, she grabbed a knife from the knife block and made her way to the front door. Carefully unlocking the door, it swung open.

Caleb was met with a knife in his face.

“Hey! Hey! Put that down!” Caleb shouted, jumping back in surprise. “Says the fucking people who broke into my house!” She retorted.

Okay. They deserved that.

“We’re sorry!” Pouge cried. Adela cocked an eyebrow. And with a mannerism that reminded them of Chase, she just scowled at them.

It was then, that they noticed a bite mark on her Gland.

“Oh no… you guys are mated now? Wait…”

That had been Reid.

“Oh… no wonder you guys smelled-”

A shriek came from Tyler.

Chase had materialized from behind her, a hand on her shoulder possessively. He was deeply glaring at the four people who had broken into his house.

“Okay… we’re not here to do anything rash. We all just want to talk.” Caleb, ever the peace-maker, tried to quell the chaos. Adela was still glaring at him. The knife still being held in a death grip in her hand. Turning to Chase, the two had a silent conversation with their eyes.

Eventually, Chase turned his gaze back to Caleb.

Even though it had been seven years, Caleb still shivered a little at the sight of Chase’s eyes becoming pure black.

The curves of his lips curled up into the beginnings of a smirk. Before his smirk fell, and he glared back at them again.

“Fine. But we’re kicking you guys out after breakfast.”

“… Why are you making so many hash browns?”

Chase was sitting at the kitchen island, watching Adela, with her dark hair tied up free and away from her face so none of it could get into the food. He watched her flip it with the spatula she was using. The potatoes sizzled.

His eyes narrowed.

“… You’re not making breakfast for them, are you?” he questioned. When Adela said nothing and only picked up her matcha latte to drink some from her metal straw, the questioning look on his face turned to one of horror.

“You’re feeding them?” he exclaimed. Adela rolled her eyes. As if that was going to help with anything.

It wasn’t, but she would like to think it did.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, Chase.” She reprimanded him.

“It could be poisoned!” Reid piped up from where he was on the couch in the living room. Three other voices shushed him. Chase gestured from where the other Sons were sitting at, basically saying, that sounds like a great idea, we should do that.

“No, we’re not poisoning them.” Adela just rolled her eyes again.

“But-”

“No. If you’re going to grump and sulk, you can join them in the living room. Maybe you’ll bond over being grumps.” She gave him one last scathing look before she turned back to her hash browns. Hissing to himself underneath his breath like a frigging toddler, Chase retreated to the living room, where all the rest of the Sons were. He glowered at each and every one of them, plopping down on one of the chairs. Grabbing the TV remote from the coffee table, Chase turned on to tune in on The Alienist.

As Daniel Brühl’s face came into view, Chase leaned into his seat.

“Oh, this episode’s actually really good…”

That was Tyler.

“Oh my god… is that an arm?”

That was Pouge.

“Shut up,” Chase just snapped.

As the six of them sat at the table eating breakfast, Chase laced his right hand into Adela’s left one.

Caleb awkwardly cleared his throat. Plopping a piece of her cheesy scrambled eggs in her mouth, Adela chewed until she swallowed it down, and looked up at him.

“So… you’re a… witch?” Caleb awkwardly tried starting a conversation. Her lips pursed to one side, Adela leaned back into her seat, gripping Chase’s hand a little bit harder. “Yeah,” she spoke. “Guess you could say that.”

“Are you a part of a coven?” Reid wondered.

“No,” was her flat response.

“Were you a part of a coven?” Tyler probed.

“Yes.”

“Were you cast out?” Pouge inquired.

“No. I was murdered.”

Caleb choked on his bacon. He had to cough a few times to regain his posture.

“What?” Four voices exclaimed. Adela just rolled her eyes again, feeling a headache coming on. She turned to Chase. “Remember the first time we met, darling? Remember when I told you all Sons of Ipswich were annoying? Are you doubting me now, my dearest?”

“Of course not my love,” Chase was glaring at her in annoyance at the look of pure glee on her face. “I never doubted you for a second.”

Adela just scoffed.

“Sure you didn’t…” was all she muttered underneath her breath.

“Anywho…” She took another sip of her matcha latte, “I got murdered by my coven sisters. Came back to life three years ago. I lived in peace until this gremlin-” she shot a playful wink at Chase, “… entered my life, and then when you-” her playful gaze turned to one of annoyance when she made eye contact with Caleb, “-came into my life… everything in my life got flipped upside down, and now I’m pretty I’m pregnant with this dramatic bitch’s pup.” she turned back to Chase.

“I’m not dramatic,” Chase huffed. “Yeah, sure you aren’t,” Adela snarked back at him.

The four other Sons watched as Chase and Adela bickered back and forth for a little bit, squabbling like an old married couple for the next few minutes.

Eventually, Chase and Adela did stop their bickering.

“Anyway,” Adela shrugged, “I got murdered by my coven sisters, landed up here, and now I’m here. I don’t know if they’re alive. Don’t ask, because he already did.” She jerked her head in Chase’s direction.

Caleb nervously nodded. “We’re uh… we’re very sorry for breaking into your house.”

“Uh-huh,” Adela nodded, unconvinced.

“We’ll leave you guys alone for a while,” Reid piped in.

“Uh-huh…” Adela nodded again, still unconvinced.

“We promise,” Tyler said seriously.

“And you’ll never come back?” Chase said dangerously, his eyes slowly becoming black again.

“Yes,” Caleb replied quickly, not wanting any bloodshed. “We promise.”

The curves of Chase’s lips began to curl into a smile.

“Good. Now finish your breakfast and get out.”

A few months later…

Spring turned into summer, summer turned into fall, and fall turned into winter pretty quickly.

Adela’s stomach had swollen and swelled, and she was beginning to show. Now, a couple of months in, her tummy was swollen with child. Her breasts became bigger as her body started milk production. Her scent became riper as she carried his pup.

Chase had gotten a job down at the bookstore. He really enjoyed helping the other Omegas and Betas who worked there and was very helpful. He also really enjoyed reading to the younger pups. Adela had started a hobby into thrifting and flipping her clothes, and even opened an Etsy shop.

But now, it was Christmas Eve.

Chase had bought home a tree a week ago, and the two of them decorated their tree. Adela even made Christmas cookies.

The smells of Christmas cookies wafting in the air were what greeted Chase when he walked through the door. Locking the front door, he took his shoes off at the front door and wiped off any snow that had gotten on his coat. He took off his coat and hung it in the closet near the door.

… Santa tell me if you’re really there… Ariana Grande crooned from the bathroom upstairs.

Oh. Adela was still awake.

Making his way upstairs, he heard water sloshing around as Adela moved. When he opened the bathroom door and peeked his head inside, Adela was in the bathtub.

He didn’t know if it was her pregnancy, but she looked like she was glowing. Her face had a lovely glow to it now.

“Evening Omega.” he greeted her. Adela beamed when she caught sight of her Alpha. “Hey,” she greeted him. “How was work?” she inquired as she got up from the bathtub, and Chase walked over so he could hand her towel to her. Wrapping it around herself gently, Chase answered her.

“Oh, work was great. The kids were great today. Some kids came for a field trip. I read Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer to them.”

“Oh yeah?” Adela hummed, interested. The two walked out of the bathroom and into their bedroom.

Chase had moved into the huge master bedroom a few months back. The guest room he had been staying in was changed to a nursery, and he had just finished building the crib for the incoming pup. The walls had been painted a sky blue with little white clouds on them. Very homey.

“Yeah. One of them asked if I could magic tricks for them though,” admitted Chase sheepishly.

Because of their Bond, Chase found himself not losing his life. He and Adela assumed it was the whole True Mates bullshit. Something about the two of them being completed with the other. Shit like that.

“And did you?” Adela inquired of her Mate as she pulled her towel down, revealing her in nothing but her nude glory as she padded to the closet to grab some clothes. Chase greatly appreciated the nice view of her backside.

“Yeah. I summoned some cards and rotated them in the air. They liked that.”

“… Then you should do magician stuff on the side,” Adela’s voice carried out from where she was in the closet.

“Extra income, you know?”

“We do love capitalism,” Chase spoke dryly as he openly rolled his eyes.

Adela scoffed from where she was in the closet.

The door opened and she stepped out in a Christmas sweater and Christmas-themed pajamas. Her hair was still damp.

“… So what’d you make for dinner?” Chase asked her when the two of them moved down to the kitchen. Adela walked over to the oven, pulling the oven door open a little to catch a little peek inside.

Wafts of garlic, bell peppers, oregano, basil, and cheese made their way into Chase’s nose.

“Lasagna, but instead of tomatoes, I used red bell peppers,” Adela replied as she grabbed her oven mitts. Opening the oven door, she carefully took out the dish and put it on the stove. Chase closed the oven door and turned it off. The smells of lasagna soon enveloped the kitchen.

“Well, we got an hour for it to cool down.” Adela offered. The curves of Chase’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Oh, I can think of many things we can do while we wait for dinner to cool down,” he growled as he practically swept her off of her feet, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs.

“Chase! I just took a bath!” Adela squealed.

“Who said you couldn’t take another one?” Chase questioned her.

She fell silent.

“Besides,” he continued with a cocky smirk on his face, “It’s always good to shower together to preserve water. And I’ve been thinking of being balls deep in my pussy all day.”

Adela nearly choked on thin air when he spoke those words.

“Asshole,” she hissed underneath her breath.

“Hmm,” was all Chase had to offer until he kicked the door to the master bedroom open, and put his Omega on the bed gently. His hands went for her pajama pants immediately, pulling them down until he could yank them off of her, and there was a loud ripping sound.

“Chase!”

“What?” He didn’t sound very sorry at all. “They were in my way.”

An incorrigible noise came from Adela.

Her shirt soon followed. Adela pulled and yanked his jeans down. Kicking the remains of a favorite pair of jeans down to the floor, Chase pulled his own shirt over his head.

A deep noise of consideration came from his mate when Adela eyed his penis with deep admiration. His dick really was a work of art.

Hovering over her with one hand gripping his erection, Chase pushed in.

Two voices cried out.

Merry fucking Christmas Eve to them indeed.

Taglist: @greeneyedblondie44, @bxnnywriting, @hawsx3

[shadow-assassin-blix]

200 Follower Celebration

So, yall 200 some odd people who decided to for whatever reason follow me, I appreciate the lot of you. I'm honestly quite surprised that you guys are still here????

To celebrate I am doing some Soulmate AUs drabbles/oneshots! I will write for these characters:

Oscar Isaac: Santiago Garcia, Poe Dameron

Pedro Pascal: Frankie Morales, Ezra, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Javier Pena

Sebastian Stan: Bucky Barnes and I may even try my hand at Lee Bodecker and Chase Collins.

Michael Biehn: Johnny Ringo, Chris Larabee, Dwayne Hicks

Chris Evans: Steve Rogers, or Ransom Drysdale

Ben Barnes: Caspian or Billy Russo

Charlie Hunnam: Will Ironhead Miller, or Jax Teller

Tell me what theme you want it to be: fluffy, smut, angst, or even some darker themes (within reason, we can discuss it in DMs). Give me all the details and I shall provide as best as I can. This will give me something to do besides writing notes all day so please send in as many as you want.

Choose from these prompts right here

[bolontiku]

Bucky Barnes

“Crackships” - Includes Stucky, Stony, Steve Rogers x Clark Kent, Chase Collins x Dragon!Steve Rogers, WinterHawk, Bucky x Harley Quinn, Bucky x John Wick

“The Diner” - Series

“Losin Control” - Series (mutant!reader)

“Good Girl” - Series

“Just Being Nice” - Oneshot

“Highschool” - Oneshot

“Roscoe” - Oneshot

“Bad Romance” - Oneshot (Bucky x reader x Sam)

“Games & Shit” - Oneshot

“I Didn't Know” - Oneshot

“Coffee & Texts”(Incomplete) - Series

“Clint's Little Sister” - Series

“The Playlist” - Series (mutant!reader)

“For Worse” - Oneshot

“For The Soul” - OneShot

“Zombie” - Oneshot

“Something Good” - Oneshot

“Nightmare” - Oneshot

“Don't Run” - Oneshot

“Bucky, the Avenger” - Drabble

“The Reaper” - OneShot

“Stupid” - Drabble Series

“Chaos of Gravity” - Drabble Day- Feb 2019

“Just Desserts” - Drabble Day- Feb 2019

“Just a Moment” - Drabble Day- Feb 2019

“Bugatti” - Ficlet

“Loki & Bucky” - Ficlet Drop Oct 2019

“Ghost” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

“Okay” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

“Sweetheart” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

“Blueberry Bubblegum Blast” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

“Happiest Place” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

“Dance, Dance...” - One Shot

“P.S. I Love You” - Work Drabbles

“Softly” - Imagine

“Insanity” - Drabble

“Snug” - Quick Fic

“After Mission” - Quick Fic

“Sunshine” - Quick Fic

“That Smile” - Quick Fic

“Being Wrong ” - Series

“The Mechanic” - Work Drabbles Series

“Annoying AF” - Quick Fic Series

“Broken Connection” - Quick Fic Series

“Sweeter” - Quick Fic

“Heaven Undeserved” - Quick Fic

“A Date” - Quick Fic

“The Impossible Girl” (still in progress) - Bucky x Clara Crossover series (Avengers x Dr. Who)

“Devil's Lie” - Series WIP

“Sweet Tooth King” - Series WIP

“Absolutely Priceless” - Series WIP

Jefferson

“The Affair” - Oneshot(Jefferson x reader) written for celebration

“The Great Catastrophe” - Drabble Day- Feb 2019

“Grace” - One Word Prompt Jan 2020

RPF - Sebastian Stan

“Never Touch” - Oneshot (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Updated: Oct 12th

[elite-7]

Two worlds, One family

 This oneshot is kinda inspired by Phil Collins song, Two Worlds, from Tarzan.

P.S: Its a songfic! PREPARE TO CRY!

The diamonds, Yellow and Blue were just starting their day as dictators of Homeworld. First it was reading the reports that the scouts on soon to be colony sent back. Second it was listening to the Zircons bashing each other about who was right and wrong in court. Then it was-

“YEEEEEELLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOWWWWW, BLLLLLUUUUUUUUEEEEE! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!”

Then it was caring for a brat who doesn’t know why she is even here in the first place cute and pretty little daughter. Pink was certainly a handful some days. 

Some days as in all the time.

“We are over here Pink!” Blue calls much to Yellow’s dismay. They were on their thrones and looked very bored as a Zircon finished the argument. Pink jumps into her own throne and kicks her legs in the air.

“So I would like to ask you guys something-”

“No.” Yellow responds dryly earning a small glare from Blue.

“But all i want is-”

“Nada.”

“to own my-”

“Nein!”

“own Pearl!” Pink finished with a satisfying grin as Yellow looks very very stunned. Blue cracks a smile and bends down to pick her daughter up.

“I do agree that you should have your own Pearl, after all you keep chasing ours around with your silliness. Yellow agrees with that plan.”

“Really? Your going to give me a Pearl right off the bat?” Pink was the stunned one now as Yellow sighs and ruffles her hair.

“Well, White did take your original Pearl away so she won’t know the difference.” Blue says rubbing her hands together with a sneaky smile.

“I am both amazed and terrified by how this will go.” Yellow mutters as Blue and Pink drags her with them to pick out a Pearl.

Put your faith in what you most believe in Two worlds, one family Trust your heart Let fate decide To guide these lies we see

“Steven watch out!” Pearl cries rushing to the baby as he attempts to walk towards Amethyst.

“Yo, chill-ax P. He needs to fall in order to learn.”

“I agree with Amethyst.” Garnet says as Steven looks up at her with a goofy grin. “Come to me cutie pie.”

A paradise untouched by gems Within this worlds blessed with love A simple life, they live in peace

“Your finally giving me a colony? Pearl, they are finally giving me a colony!” Pink Diamond shouted picking up her Pearl who would just smile and nod. “Lets go explore!”

“Pink no!” Yellow shouted running towards the warp pad but not in time as the two warp away.

“Pink yes.” Pink would say at the warp pad and glowing at the beautiful scene around her. The grass, trees, flowers! They were magnificent. It was breath taking.

Softly tread the sand below your feed now Two worlds, one family Trust your heart Let fate decide To guide these lives we see

“That’s it Steven! Your doing it!” Greg yells as Steven rides his bike for the very first time without training wheels. Garnet had to hold Pearl’s hand in order for her not to freak out after the boy fell on the soft sand trying to get off the bike. “Still a little too small for the big boy bike, buddy.”

“But you did great Steve-man.” Amethyst says giving her little brother a noogie.

Beneath the shelter of the trees Only love can enter here A simple life, they live in peace 

Rose Quartz watched as the humans gathered their fruits and wood in the distance. Pearl was confused at the acts and shook her head saying she won’t understand humans. Rose smiles at this and they vanished back into the rain forest. 

“Earth is amazing. Pearl would you like to protect it with me?”

“Anything for you my diamond.”

“Please just Rose Quartz. I am no longer going to be Pink Diamond.”

Raise your head up Lift high the load Take strength from those that need you 

Pink Diamond was done with being a diamond. She shape shifts into Rose Quartz and throws the fake shattered diamonds on the floor. Pearl gives her the sword that faked her shattering and nods.

“Lets go to our new home.”

Build high the walls Build strong the beams A new life is waiting But danger's no stranger here

“Rose why are you crying?” Pearl asks laying a hand on the quartz’s arm.

Rose turns around holding a snake and pointing at its body.

“THEY DON’T HAVE ANY LIMBS PEARL!”

No words describe a mother's tears

“Blue, we need to let the Ruby’s find the gem who did this. We can’t stay here forever.” Yellow tries consoling the other diamond but too no effect. A stray tear was threatening to drop from her chin also.

No words can heal a broken heart

“Hey Pearl, I am sorry about Rose. I know you had feelings for her but i hope you see her in Steven also.” Greg says as he walks away to grieve in his van.

Garnet came over with a little baby in her arms. Her glasses were gone and eyes filled with tears. “He wants to see you.” She whispers holding him out to the pale gem.

A dream is gone, but where there's hope

“I will fight to protect this precious gift you brought us Rose.” Pearl whispers before laying the baby down in his crib and watching him from the warp pad.

Only for Garnet to pick her up and bring her to her room against her will.

Somewhere something is calling for you Two worlds, one family Trust your heart Let fate decide To guide these lives we see

Yellow, White and Blue Diamond stood on Earth with Steven and the new Crystal Gems. They were still figuring their emotions out but were finally starting to heal. Heal from heartbreak, regret, and pain.

They are from two words, two different ways of life, but one little special boy can make these two lives a family.

[angryschnauzer]

Do you write? Would you like to write? Up to a challenge? Well, this is your nudge to give it a go!

Something that i had run for a couple of years each August is a ‘Fic Fest’, encouraging those who have never written to give it a go, and those that do write to challenge themselves with genre’s they wouldn’t normally dip their toes into. This time its drabbles and short oneshots (anything from 300 to 5000 words)

Within the fandom i’m sure everyone has noticed the surge in ‘supernatural’ genres and AU’s (Alternate Universes) and I LOVE THIS! Now, with the help of my beautiful assistant Kati ( @ursulaismymiddlename ) we’re going to put on another one!

Rules: 1) From the lists below, pick ONE supernatural being, and ONE character. This is so that for popular ones we don’t end up with 8 Alpha Buckys and 6 Werewolf Steves. SEND AN ASK TO me @angryschnauzer to claim your pairing. ABO is obviously an option here as well as we know this is a popular genre. 2) The supernatural being can be the Seb/Chris character or the OC/Reader. 3) No Angst - happy stories only.  Can be Smut/NSFW or Fluff/SFW. 4) Warnings and triggers must be added at the start of your fic 5) It needs to be a NEW fic, as in not part of a series you already have ongoing. 6) It can be OC Pairing (original character) or Reader. 7) If Reader pairing, it can be generic or ethnicity specified (writers choice) 8) Can be M/F or M/M 9) If over 500 words, please use a ‘read more’ cut. Also if you use NSFW gifs or images please also include them after the read more cut. 10) Post on here or AO3 and send a link to either me or Kati, or send it as a submission (which we believe you can do anon) to @buckysomega 

DEADLINE TO SEND THE LINK THROUGH IS FRIDAY 18TH AUGUST 11.59PM UK TIME  / 7PM NYC TIME 

SUPERNATURAL BEINGS:

VAMPIRE

Claimed: Vampire + Lucas Lee -

@lillianfromaccounting

COMPLETED

: Vampire + Curtis Everett -

@siren-kitten-his

COMPLETED

: Vampire + Stucky (someone found the damn loophole!*)

@eve1978

Claimed: Vampire + Bucky Barnes -

@capbuckybuchanan

Claimed: Vampire + Lance Tucker -

@meleedamage

WEREWOLF

Claimed: Werewolf + Bucky Barnes -

@firewolfkelly

COMPLETED

: Werewolf + Frank Adler -

@bubbleboss17

Claimed: Werewolf + Jefferson -

@marvelfanuniverse

WITCH/WARLOCK

Claimed: Witch/Warlock + Carter Bazien -

@brookebarnes

Claimed: Witch/Warlock + Chase Collins -

@bloo-moon-freak

Claimed: Witch/Warlock + Frank Adler -

@jlgnorcross

COMPLETED

: Witch/Warlock + Bucky Barnes -

@lovelynemesis

Claimed: Witch/Warlock + Steve Rogers - @teamfreewillavenge

DEMON

COMPLETED: Demon + Curtis Everett  -

@hotmenandotherdistractions

Claimed: Demon + Chase Collins -

@sexylibrarian1

COMPLETED

: Demon + Steve Rogers -

@siren-kitten-his

COMPLETED x2

: Demon + Lance Tucker - @greeneabc

Claimed: Demon + Clay Appuzzo -

@hellomissmabel

Claimed: Demon + Colin Shea -

@queendivaofthedark

COMPLETED

: Demon + Jefferson -

@erisjade

COMPLETED

: Demon + Bucky Barnes -

@bitsandbobsandstuff

FAIRY/IMP

Claimed: Fairy/Imp + Jake Jensen -

@misshyen

COMPLETED

: Fairy/Imp + Bucky Barnes -

@arawynn

COMPLETED: Fairy/Imp + TJ Hammond - @angryschnauzer

GHOST

COMPLETED: Ghost + Bucky Barnes -

@salimahbicharara-comun

ALPHA

COMPLETED: Alpha + Jefferson - @waywardimpalawriter COMPLETED: Alpha + Steve Rogers - @kittenofdoomage Claimed: Alpha + Bucky Barnes - @samsgoddess Claimed: Alpha + Stucky - @glide-thru

OMEGA

COMPLETED: Omega + Chris Beck -

@abovethesmokestacks

MERMAN/MERMAID

COMPLETED

: Merman/Mermaid + Bucky Barnes -

@after-avenging-hours

Claimed: Merman/Mermaid + Frank Adler -

@teastainedpaper

/

@nerdimagines

Claimed: Merman/Mermaid + Lance Tucker -

@1800fuckmerogers

INCUBUS/SUCCUBUS

COMPLETED: Incubus/Succubus + Lucas Lee -

@chocolategate

Claimed: Incubus/Succubus + Bucky Barnes - @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes

COMPLETED: Incubus/Succubus + Steve Rogers -

@mewsiex

Claimed: Incubus/Succubus + Lance Tucker - @whotheeffisbucky

COMPLETED: Incubus/Succubus + Colin Shea -

@bubbleboss17

COMPLETED: Incubus/Succubus + TJ Hammond -

@siren-kitten-his

ANGEL

Claimed: Angel + Bucky Barnes -

@the-witching-hours12-3

Claimed: Angel + Lance Tucker - @affleck40

COMPLETED

: Angel + Steve Rogers -

@kellieabro

Claimed: Angel + TJ Hammond - @winterboobbear

CHARACTERS

Bucky Barnes Lance Tucker Chase Collins Chris Beck TJ Hammond Carter Bazien Clay Appuzzo Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Steve Rogers Frank Adler Colin Shea Jake Jensen Johnny Storm Curtis Everett Lucas Lee

*edited 05-AUGUST-17: Character list option added: Stucky (This is in addition to the singular Bucky or Steve options above)

[hettiesworld]

2019 was a GREAT year for these 3 actors (Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan and Jeremy Renner). So, here’s a fic challenge for both me and my followers to do!

Task: Write a oneshot about one of the characters listed with a song prompt or movie/tv show prompt...

Character list and rules below. Song prompts and movie/tv show prompts in the next post.

Character list:

Chris Evans

Jeremy Renner

Sebastian Stan

Steve Rogers

Clint Barton

Bucky Barnes

Ransom Drysdale - Knives Out

Chris - Destroyer

Ari Levinson - Red Sea Diving Resort

Hansel

William Brandt - Mission: Impossible

Jerry Pierce - Tag

Jefferson (Mad Hatter) - Once Upon a Time

Frank Adler - Gifted

Jake Jensen - The Losers

Jem Coughlin - The Town

Sergeant Doyle - 28 Weeks Later

William James - The Hurt Locker

Chase Collins - The Covenant

Colin Shea - What’s Your Number?

Curtis Everett - Snowpiercer

Aaron Cross - The Bourne Legacy

Cory Lambert - Wind River

Ian Donnelly - Arrival

Jake Wyler - Not Another Teen Movie

Nick Gant - Push

Rules:

Ask me if you can do it or I’ll do it for you. I don’t mind!

Tag me (@nbarnes) and put the tag, #natasha2019challenge in the oneshot.

I will comment on your post (don’t worry, it will be positive things!)

Pick one song prompt or movie/tv show prompt ONLY!

In your ask, pick one character, one prompt and if it’s a reader insert, OC oneshot or with another character e.g. Steve/Bucky, Jeremy/Scarlett etc...

[bxcketbarnes]

Chase Collins - The Covenant

The Newcomers

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Masterlist (For all my works)

Updated: February 15, 2022

My list may contain smut. Read at your own risk. Though, some do not. Might give you a lil’ bit of a belly laugh or tears that I somehow have written intentionally because our life is full of angst sometimes and I’m sorry? Hehehe. Once you press the link, you shall receive the warnings that the story may contain. 

REBLOG. COMMENT. LAUGH. CRY. SHARE ME SOME LOVE. SEND ME A DM OR WHATEVER IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO. I’M JUST HERE. STAY SAFE WHERE EVER YOU ARE AND BE KIND TO EVERYONE.

XOXO, (you know you love me)

Tata 💖

SEBASTIAN STAN

GIF drabble

Positive 

Extinction

The Cure

Number Two

CHASE COLLINS (From the movie ‘The Covenant’)

Tiptoe by the window (Smut)

Pacify Her (NSFW) (Part 1)  (Part 2) (Sneakpeak)

BUCKY BARNES (The Avengers)

Supermarket 

GIF Drabble

Lost (Prompt) (Part 2)

Winter’s Gem (Series) (Sneakpeak) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)  (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) 

Mission Report

TJ HAMMOND (Political Animals) 

Fix (Part 1) (Part 2) 

What’s wrong? (Part 1)  (Part 2)  (Part 3)

Tickle My Pickle (NSFW)

Feels like home 

JACK BENJAMIN (Kings) 

Monsters under your bed (Part 1)  (Part 2)

MARTIN WATERS (The Architect) 

GIF drabble 

LANCE TUCKER (The Bronze) 

Chapstick 

Midnight Expeditions (NSFW)

CARTER BAIZEN (Gossip Girl)

Issues

TWINK DAY MANIA (FOR SEBASTIAN STAN)

Request #1

Request #2 

Request #3

CHRIS EVANS

 Barely Alive (Part 2) 

Free Me (Oneshot version)

B & J

HENRY CAVILL

The Shrill (Part 1) 

Free Me (Henry Cavill x you, Chris Evans x you) (Series) (On hiatus)

Sinners in a Pod (Prologue) (Chapter 1) (Future chapters coming soon) 

Pup in the Shotgun Seat (Oneshot)

First Blood (Oneshot)

Third time’s a charm (Short fic) (NSFW 18+) (Prologue)

GERALT OF RIVIA (The Witcher)

Witcher of the Night Masterlist (Multi-chapter aka Series) (Modern era reader who woke up in the dimension of the witcher) (Mutual Pining !Angst! Eventual Smut! Slow burn!) (ONGOING) 

Period Sex with Geralt may include: (Headcanon)

WALTER MARSHALL (Night Hunter/ Nomis)

Holy Milkshakes

STEPHEN COLLEY (I Capture the Castle)

Puppet Strings (NSFW 18+) (Short multi-chapter fic) (1)  

Called Dibs (NSFW 18+) (With Mike from Hellraiser) (Oneshot)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Called Dibs (NSFW 18+) (With Stephen Colley from I Capture the Castle) (Oneshot)

Anime Fandoms: 

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) 

7th Dimension Masterlist (Multi-Chapter Series) (THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN) (Mutual Pining! Angst! Eventual Smut! Slow burn!) (ONGOING) 

[whatever-the-fucky-i-reads]

Other Sebastian Stan Characters

BEN - THE APPARITION

Prompt 27 - Oneshot by bucky-plums-barnes

CARTER BAIZEN - GOSSIP GIRL

Riding in Cars with Boys - Carter by bucky-plums-barnes

Sin Bin by zimniysoldat-fiction

CHASE COLLINS - THE COVENANT

The Scars of Magic (7/7) (on AO3)

The Void - Series by sebbys-girl

The Boy in 311 by angryschnauzer

Sweet Dreams by lancefvcker

Part 1

Part 2

Prompts 70 and 15 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompt 78 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompts 19 and 65 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompt 100 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompts 3 and 2 by bucky-plums-barnes

Untitled Oneshot by bucky-plums-barnes

CHRIS BECK - THE MARTIAN

Brunch and a Baby by theassetseyeliner

Late Nights by sebstanimagines001

Prompts 6 and 9 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompt 5 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompt 27 by bucky-plums-barnes

I Told You My Dad Is A Spaceman by flatbottomholland DELETED

CLAY APUZZO - I’M DYING UP HERE

The Irrelevance of Napoli - Series by sexylibrarian1

The Climb - Oneshot by papi-chulo-bucky

DAYTON WHITE - LOGAN LUCKY

Treasured Moments by abovethesmokestacks

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

HAL CARTER - PICNIC

The Gift - Oneshot by whotheeffisbucky

Getaway - Oneshot by whotheeffisbucky

Riding in Cars with Boys - Hal by bucky-plums-barnes

JEFFERSON - ONCE UPON A TIME

By Your Side - Oneshot by latte-to-go

Nevermore - Series by thatcrochetfairy

Prompt 1 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompts 63 and 37 by bucky-plums-barnes

Tea With a Stranger by oneshots-imagines-and-that

Mad by PandaExperience (on DeviantArt)

Twas Brillig by Tarnisis (on DeviantArt)

A Stitch in Time Saves Nine by threeminutesoflife

LANCE TUCKER - THE BRONZE

Snack -Oneshot by minervaem

Prompt 63 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompt 7 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompts 5 and 11 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompt 11 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompts 2 and 3 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompt 76 by bucky-plums-barnes

Prompts 23 and 18 by bucky-plums-barnes

Tainted Love - Series by cumonbucky

Rude Boy - Oneshot by sovietghoststories

Takes Some Time - Oneshot by theassetseyeliner

Not an Athlete by flatbottomholland DELETED

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

TJ HAMMOND - POLITICAL ANIMALS

I’ll Be Your Boyfriend - Series by the-girl-without-a-face