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viatrixia · 1 year

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[1/3] Balladeer's Deception

pairing: scaramouche x lumine words: 2, 741 genre: fluff, tsundere!scaramouche, fight scene note: cross posted on ao3

series : part i. part ii. part iii.

Scaramouche realizes that flicking his wrist and sending Paimon flying several miles away in the heat of a battle just to get Lumine to himself might not turn out the way he wanted.

“Hey, watch it!” Scaramouche screams, barely dodging a mitachurl’s axe that came flying his way just as he was dealing his last blow against a group of hilichurls.

“Oops! Sorry!” Lumine hurriedly apologizes, a sheepish grin on her lips before she turns back to the axe-less mitachurl.

“Eeep! That axe almost got Paimon’s head!” Shrieks the floating silver haired lackey.

“You’re a whooping 20-feet away. You’re more than safe–Actually, what do you even do for the Traveler?” Scaramouche frowns.

“Hey! Paimon helped Lumine a lot throughout our journey! Paimon introduced Lumine to so many yummy recipes for us to cook when we had to sleep in the wild–”

“Yeah, yeah.” Scaramouche rolls his eyes as he picks his suddenly itchy ear.

He sits crossed-legged mid air, tuning out Paimon’s rambling and focuses on his blonde companion’s lithe figure side stepping the mitachurl’s bare-handed attack. Lumine has fought an ancient dragon, an underground lizard, faced off Abyss Heralds and even gone against an archon–Scaramouche’s own mother–yet there is no mistaking the excited grin on her face as she finishes off the mitachurl.

Lumine loves fights; she loves the breeze that caresses her skin as she lurches to deal a fatal blow on her enemies; she loves the weight of the sword as she swings it with reckless abandon; she lives for the thrill of not knowing whether she would end up beaten and bruised or victorious in a battle.

Her feet touch the ground, soft wind currents cushioning her landing whilst a loud thump echoes in the air as a mitachurl thrice her size crashes against the cold hard dirt. The groan that follows after almost sounds like a begrudging acknowledgement of Lumine’s victory and a promise that next time, the outcome won’t be the same.

“It was a good fight for me too, friend.” Lumine agrees, her hand on her chest as she gives a final bow to the fallen mitachurl.

Scaramouche left eyebrow rises, “you understand those things? But then again, you understand this floating thing too.”

“H-hey! Paimon is Paimon! Paimon is different from those mean hilichurls!”

“The churls are living breathing beings as any other.” Lumine begins and Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

‘Here we go again.’ He complains mentally.

“And as living beings, we’ll always find a way to communicate…” She rambles on about how any opponent, human or otherwise, deserves to be honored in any fight as they walk (or she walks, whilst Scaramouche and Paimon floats along).

They end up getting ambushed by a group of fungi as they wander the seemingly never ending forest path–if this trail even leads anywhere. Scaramouche may or may not have flicked his finger and caused a wind current that flew a frantic Paimon a few miles away.

But Lumine being Lumine gets worried that they haven’t found Paimon after 10 minutes of search and rescue post-fungi battle.

“She didn’t wander off and get lost, did she?” Lumine muses on her own, standing in front of a small stream with her arms crossed and her thinking face on.

Scaramouche isn’t too worried. The winds whisper to him of Lumine’s little companion’s safety–well, Scaramouche’s standards for Paimon’s safety aren't all too high. It’s enough that she’s not getting chased by a sumpter beast or eaten by a Rishboland tiger.

Never mind that he can faintly hear Paimon’s cries as she calls for Lumine.

“Or… have the fungi evolved enough to know how to kidnap hostages? At times like this, I really wish I have Tighnari’s knowledge of the forest, maybe it’s best to ask him for help to track down Paimon…” Lumine continues with her musing, not realizing the deepening frown in Scaramouche’s face.

‘Tighnari? That half-bred dog that was hanging around Lumine last time?’

“Fine,” Scaramouche sighs under his breath, coming up behind Lumine without her even noticing her presence.

‘She’s an excellent fighter but she lets her guard down too easily in the presence of an ally.’ He muses to himself but doesn’t think to bring it up because in some ways, his heart melts at the thought of her trusting him this much.

“Hold on tight.” Scaramouche wraps an arm around Lumine’s body and the two lurch towards the sky.

The motion is so sudden that Lumine ends up unconsciously clinging to Scaramouche, her arms tightly hugging his neck, her chest flushed against his and her natural scent overwhelming his senses.

She smells like the wind in a flowerfield.

“Whoa…” She breathes out at the magnificent sight of the expanding greenery beneath them; trees that grow up to 200 ft and vines that climb up old damp barks in symbiome

“So this is the power of a god.” She murmurs seemingly to herself before turning to said god who’s holding her with a sparkle in her eyes, “we can find Paimon easier this way.”

Scaramouche resists the urge to grimace as though the name of the flying anomaly physically hurts his ears. But if it makes Lumine that happy to be reunited with that floating creature…

“The winds are saying she’s somewhere north,” He says simply and lets the current lead them towards the deeper parts of the forest where it’s known to host streaks of Rishboland tigers.

“Isn’t that where the Rishboland tigers live? Do you think Paimon’s alright?” Lumine’s eyebrows join together.

In the distant rainforest, a fairy-like creature shrieks as she levitates just inches higher from her original position, enough to escape a Rishboland tiger’s claws but barely. She whimpers, “L-Lumine, where are you when Paimon needs you most?! Save Pai-AH!” She survives the wild creature’s claws for the second time with her wits and her will.

The traveler, unaware of the struggles that befell her companion, continues to worry, “if they get to her first, it’s going to be hard to find another emergency food…”

The screws in Scaramouche’s brains came to a stop as though needing oiling. When the blond traveler’s words finally sink in, Scaramouche bursts out into laughter. He knew the duo had a running inside joke about food but he’d never, in a million years, thought that the soft, too-selfless-for-her-own-good traveler would refer to the floating creature as rations especially given how she’s been the peacemaker between him and said emergency food all this time.

“Just when I thought I knew you…” Scaramouche mutters to himself, knowing full well that the gust of wind blowing past them would mute out his words.

They reach an area where an ambush of Rishboland tigers crowd around, their tails languidly moving from side to side, some watch with curiosity while some leap into the air, their paws extended towards a floating object from afar.

“A-ah, g-good kitty…” The floating object stammers as a tiger larger than the rest–supposedly the alpha–approaches it in a calm yet intimidating fashion.

“C-c-c-ome on, P-Paimon isn’t even that delicious.” The object barely manages to form a coherent sentence.

“Paimon!”

Almost as Celestia finally looked upon her with mercy, Paimon hears a familiar stern yet warm voice calling her name. A second after that, something white falls from the sky in front of her, forming a barrier between her and the alpha.

The familiar blond before her almost makes her want to cry.

“L-Lumine…” She sobs.

“Stay back, Paimon.” Lumine instructs, a wind vortex slowly forming under her palm.

In a matter of seconds, she directs the vortex towards the approaching tiger and the rest of its kind flying into tree branches and dispersing away with a menacing hiss.

“Whew.” Lumine sighs, wiping off the sweat from her forehead as she sheathes her sword.

Paimon comes running into the blond’s arms, sobbing like a child who had a nightmare. Lumine’s face falls at the thought of Paimon having to fend off the tigers all by herself.

Scaramouche does not not feel emotions. If he truly felt nothing as a puppet, then he would not have agreed to join the Fatuis nor hold resentments for his mother. But to say he swore off picking on the silver anomaly would be a lie. He holds no remorse for what happened to the floating intelligence. She didn’t even have a scratch on her body–all that was just an act to get Lumine to hold her in those sturdy yet gentle arms, he’s sure of it.

It takes a while for Paimon’s cries to fall into sobs and then finally, soft sniffles as she falls asleep next to Lumine in front of the fire. All the while, Scaramouche discreetly grumbles to himself about how sly the floating creature is–she managed to monopolize Lumine all to herself.

The last thing he remembers is seeing the sight of Lumine’s wavy bangs swaying against her face and the orange hue of the fire warming her pale skin. Her golden eyes appear more amber as she soothes Paimon with kind words, her hand patting the silver haired creature’s back gently.

But the crackle of the fire slowly turns into a mechanical sound of rusted screws dragging against a rough surface while thunder echoes from somewhere in the distance. The fire he was staring at is long gone and in front of him, is nothing but endless darkness.

Scaramouche sighs. He’s been here one too many times.

“Why… did you abandon us?” A scratchy voice asks from every direction.

Scaramouche doesn’t bother answering, he doesn’t even react.

All of a sudden, light pierces through a hollow from the ceiling, revealing the crouched body in a white yukata standing 20 feet from him.

“You… you promised you’d make them pay!” The vassal’s head snaps up, its black, pupil-less eyes somehow manage to stare right into his violet ones and send shivers down his spine. Its deep purple hair brushes against its porcelain skin, its body making cracking sounds with every movement of its joints… as if it wore itself out all these years.

He wished that the times he’s seen this… this thing has made it easier for him. But it never does. He’s staring right at himself–or, the part of him that crawled out of the failed experiments belonging to his mother. Lost, vengeful and devastated.

“Things… things are different now…” He finds himself trying to appease this creature’s wrath.

“Ha! How different do you think it is? Until their mortal bodies fall and decay? How many times must we be abandoned for you to see?”

“Lumine isn’t like the others.” He finally says, stern.

The creature scoffs. “She is a creature of another world, once she finds her kin, she will waste no time in setting course to another world. And we –we will be abandoned yet again.”

The creature cackles, its joints cracking as it tosses its head back.

“Scaramouche. Scaramouche– Zephyr !”

The wanderer’s eyes snap open to find a pair of golden pools staring at him, distraught. The scent of wind in a flowerfield pierces his senses, forcing him to focus only on the woman in front of him. He feels warm–too warmed by the fire that seems to still be dancing in full vigor. The resounding laughter is now but a distant echo in his mind.

“What, did you have a nightmare? Want me to cuddle you to sleep?” He wants to smirk like he usually does but for some reason he feels too tired to do that so it ends up looking as if he is genuinely asking.

That turns out to be a mistake. Lumine’s worry stricken face morphs into one that of anger.

“Worry about yourself! You were thrashing in your sleep, your face was so scary… and… and you were saying my name.” Her expression returns to anxiousness as she recalls the scene that woke her up.

“I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“That’s not the point here, Zephyr.” She seldom uses the nickname she gives him though he wishes she would.

But that makes this situation even more dire than he thought.

“I must’ve scared you, sorry.”

“That’s not it either.”

Lumine’s face contorts into an unexplainable cypher, she looks as if she wishes to say more but instead she sits next to him, raises his head and places it on her lap. Scaramouche freezes as if he’s been hit by the icy frost of cryo slimes.

But he recovers a second later and curls his body into a fetal position–he may not be able to ugly-cry like a certain floating intelligence but if a showing his vulnerable side after a nightmare is what will raise pity for him in Lumine’s books, swallowing his pride and acting like a scared little puppy is a small price to pay for salvation.

He thought being able to lay his head on Lumine’s soft thighs is the most he’d get out of the nightmare but her lithe fingers begin to stroke the strands of his hair. Every time her finger tips touch his scalp, he feels an electrifying current run down his spine and settles deep within his bones. Perhaps, if he had an organ to pump blood to his veins, this would be equivalent to what people would describe as a racing heart.

“You know… you don’t have to act tough anymore… you don’t have to hold it in. If something annoys you, you can vent to me. If something makes you sad, you can cry with me. If something disturbs your sleep, you can wake me up and I’ll do everything I can to soothe you.”

“I’m no child. Some nightmare isn’t going to make me cry and weep and ask you to check every shadow for monsters.”

‘Because the real monster is within me.’

“Still, isn’t it nice to have someone lay with you to talk to on nights like this?”

“Well, every night is ‘nights like this.’”

Lumine’s fingers go motionless at his words but he simply murmurs ‘don’t stop, it feels nice’ and the gentle motion of lithe fingers combing through his hair resumes.

“When did you start having these nightmares?’

“I was already having them after I became transient but it got worse after achieving godhood–the ghost of my past self seeking a promise I made to myself long ago… It makes sure I don’t forget.”

They fall silent for a moment, only the sound of running water nearby and the nightly creatures fill the air.

“Sing for me, traveler.” His way of speaking makes it sound like an order but the subtle tremble in his voice tells her that it isn’t easy for him to open up to her like this.

These are the things only Lumine knows about Scaramouche.

“I’m not much of a balladeer… so don’t blame me if one of your eardrums bursts.”

Scaramouche makes a sound between a chuckle and a scoff, as though agreeing to her terms.

So she begins to hum a tune; one that reminds her of the folklore she heard somewhere in the past about wandering souls finding one another through the whispers of the winds. Her melodic voice seems to calm his nerves and soothe the knotted strings within the hollow of his chest. The owls and crickets accompany her singing like an orchestra. Squirrels peek from within the tree trunks as though curious which of its forest dwelling kin owns such an angelic voice.

The mellow, tilting song comes to an end with the story of the wandering souls returning to the winds as they reach the end of their lives.

“Hmm. Not bad.” Scaramouche remarks.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet? I’m not singing another song.” Lumine responds, a playfully annoyed tone wrapped around her words.

“I’m scared of falling asleep. I need something to hold… like a life sized pillow–ow.”

Scaramouche’s head hits the hard ground as Lumine abruptly stands up, looking down at him with an unfazed expression.

“Seems like you’ve calmed down enough to be cracking jokes, I’m going to sleep.” She walks across him to her original spot and lies down next to a snoring Paimon, her back on him.

Scaramouche folds his arms under his head as a makeshift pillow, staring at the vast galaxy–the skies may be fake but they Celestia did an excellent job at replicating the intricacies of the stars and the cosmos.

He lets his eyelids flutter shut as he trails off, “perhaps another time…”

To get the traveler to agree to let him hold her while they sleep, he means.

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vileviale · 9 months

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Miguel x Reader Fanfic! (Pt. 1 of 2)

I tried to incorporate the female gaze as much as I could while also trying to stay true to Miguel’s cold and moody personality. Hopefully, I still showed that the characters love each other, however. Idk. Lemme know what you think! I haven’t made a short story in YEARS, and I’ve certainly never made a fanfic before. Also, I interpreted the drug he injects himself with in ATSV as a depressant instead of a stimulant but looking back it’s probably the latter. Also I used they/them pronouns so anyone can read it. And no, I’m not telling you the plot bc ITS A SECRET

Tw: nothing explicit, just fluff I think is the word, but there is gore, blood, violence, mentions of death, and all that good stuff

Word count: like 2500-3000 I think?

You never liked it when Miguel was “at work”.

In your defense, it was impossible not to worry when you imagined him out in whatever universe, fighting something that could take his life at any moment. A few hours ago, you’d been sitting comfortably in your favorite chair, typing away at an email that was turning out to be quite complicated. But the clicking of your keys stopped when Miguel explained that Lila had discovered a Lizard variant in the wrong universe, and he needed to put it back in its own. Before he could leave, you grabbed his hand, so much larger compared to your own. It felt dry and rough as you held it.

You let out a sigh. “I know I can’t force you to stay here.”

“C’mon, are we doing this again? Don’t stress about it,” he persisted. “I’m gonna be fine.”

That wasn’t exactly the case. The nature of his work meant Miguel always came back with at least a few scrapes and bruises. But it was pointless to argue. His job was essential for keeping the multiverse together, and no amount of bickering could change that.

“Just be safe out there, okay?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard that far too many times.”

“You’re my boyfriend. It’s my job to worry about you.” You forced a small smile.

“Don’t. It’ll take two seconds, trust me,” he insisted, pecking your forehead and letting go of your hand. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stay any longer.” He tapped his dimension-jumping watch, and a portal of dizzying oranges and blues appeared. “See you as soon as I get back.”

“Love you!”, you called after him before he could step inside. He froze for a second, then turned and mumbled with a soft grin: “Love you too.” He still wasn’t used to people telling him that.

You watched Miguel walk through the portal until it suddenly whirled out of existence. Turning your head back to your computer, you tried to finish the rest of your work, but your mind was blank and distant. It always was when he left.

Four hours had gone by since then. Four hours too long. That pesky email had been sent, and you had straightened up the house out of stress. Now you were back in your chair, fidgeting with your necklace and constantly checking the time on your watch. Each time you did, your heart seemed to twist into a tighter knot. Eventually, the tension was too great. You jumped up to grab your suit, but then just as quickly sat back down.

‘Grow up,’ you thought to yourself. ‘He’s a big boy; he can handle it himself. Besides, I’d probably get in the way.’ People had called you a strong fighter, even for a Spider-variant, but you knew yourself well enough that your constant protection of Miguel would only lengthen the fight. That was something that couldn’t be risked. The longer the variant was out of his universe, the greater chances of it breaking canon. Besides, if Miguel needed help, Lila could always call on Jess, Ben, or other Spiders.

Almost as soon as you sat back down, Lila appeared above your watch. You interjected before she could speak.

“Is Miguel okay? Has he come back yet?”

She winced. “He’s back… but he isn’t looking too good. That’s why I’m calling you.”

You felt like the floor had been pulled from under you. “What? What’s wrong?”

“The variant was a lot stronger than he realized. I called Jess for backup, but by the time she came, it had already landed a few strikes. The Lizard’s contained now, but Miguel’s pretty scratched up.”

“What do you mean by ‘scratched up’? How hurt is he?”

“He has several gashes. They’re deep, but haven’t hurt anything vital. The main problem right now is blood loss. He fought injured for a while before we got the chance to put gauze on, and it shows. He told me not to tell anyone about this, especially you.” She rolled her eyes. “You know how he is.”

“Ugh, of course he did. Where is he right now?”

“We’re at his place; just me and him. He actually told Jess to leave after she helped him in. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised, though. I’m trying to convince him to ask for help so it looks better when I tell him I already did, buuuut it’s not working out too great.”

“Keep trying. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You rushed to your room to grab your suit. “Did you call 911?”

“I told Jess to get Dr. Parker as she was leaving. I thought the ambulance lights would be too much on his eyes, especially in his condition, and I’ve seen Doc patch up worse in places far more hostile.”

“Still, I’d want him in a hospital, just to be safe. But thank you, Lila. If there are any updates on his health, let me know. I’ll see you soon.” She nodded and vanished.

You changed into your spider suit, activated your watch, and rushed through the portal to Nueva York. After passing through it, you jumped out swiftly, swinging as fast as you could from building to building. The Lobby felt more crowded than ever as you tried to weave your way between countless spider variants. When you got to his house, you found Miguel, back turned, sitting in the center of the floor and breathing heavily. One of his hands was holding red-stained gauze on his shoulder, the other on his leg. Blood ran down his arm until it dripped at the crook of his elbow. It was painful to see him this way. Just looking at the blood made your heart ache.

As you moved closer, you heard Miguel and Lila’s raised voices. You closed the door behind you without a sound and eavesdropped into their conversation.

“For the last time Lila, I’m not calling anyone. I can stitch these myself.” Miguel grunted as he tried to stand up. But as soon as he put weight on his shoulder, he collapsed. “Later on.”

Lila crossed her arms. “Mhm, tell yourself that. And I know you’ve never picked up a needle and thread in your life. Just look- Oh!” Lila caught you out of the corner of her eye and turned to face you. “You got here quick.” Miguel spun around and faced you with a shocked expression, then quickly turned irritable again. “Lila!” he berated. He looked pale, and you could see the weariness in his eyes.

“Sorry, Mr. I-can-do-everything-myself. But I thought your partner might want to, y’know, check on you? Juuuust in case you die or something.”

Miguel looked down and furrowed his brows. “That’s not gonna happen. I’m fine; everything’s under control.”

Lila threw her hands up and turned to you. “You see what I have to deal with?”

You knelt down next to Miguel. “Honey, you’re hurt. Bad. Dr. Parker’s on his way, but I’d really like to see you in a hospital.”

“No. I just- I really need to be left alone right now.” Miguel glanced around agitatedly. His muscles were tense, and he breathed rapidly. You gave him a puzzled look. For a man who was stoic 24/7, this wasn’t normal behavior, even if he was hurt. “Please, just go,” he pleaded. “You’re gonna make things worse.”

“And just how would I make things worse? I don’t know who convinced you that ‘manning up’ is refusing help until you die, but I’m not leaving you like this.”

Your spidey senses suddenly tingled. You looked around, but there was no one besides Miguel, Lila, and you. Instinctively, you reached out and pulled Miguel close. “Something strange is- “

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”, he roared. You flipped backward, landing several feet away from Miguel in a crouched, defensive pose. He curled from you, baring his dagger-like fangs, and snarled. His irises glowed like embers, and his claws grated the ground. For a moment, the separation between human and animal was indistinctive. But just as suddenly as it became vague, his eyes darkened to a calmer shade of red, and his muscles loosened. Guilt washed over his face.“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me. Are you alright?”

“What the fuck was that?!” you yelled as you rose. There was a burning sensation on your arm, and you looked down. Beneath your suit’s torn sleeve were five gashes, shallow and nearly bloodless, but still painful. “I’m fine,” you snapped, turning your body to hide your arm. It wasn’t the only thing hurting. Inside, your heart raced with adrenaline, and you clutched your hands hard to keep them from trembling. ‘The last thing I want is Miguel to see me scared,’ you thought. ‘Two can play the I-have-no-feelings-but-rage game.’

“How long’s it been since his last injection?”, you asked Lila, who had hidden on your shoulder.

“16.7 hours,” she grimaced. “I told him he should take it before we tried to capture the variant, but he refused. Usually I wouldn’t let him, but he had the audacity to shut me down. I figured out how to reboot later and woke up in the middle of him fighting. Somehow,” she sighed, “Lila finds a way.”

Miguel interjected. “That was-“

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it,” you interrupted before he could protest. He looked down and turned slightly red. Whether it was with anger or embarrassment was unclear. “Where’s the depressant?”, you demanded.

“In my center drawer.” He pointed to his desk. “There should be several.”

You jumped over him and landed lightly in front of the desk. Pulling the drawer open, you immediately found the green vials rolling inside, along with the injection gun, and inserted the closest one into it. “Catch!”, you called as you tossed the gun towards Miguel. Right now, it was too risky to simply hand it to him. Miguel grabbed it mid-air and slammed it into his arm. He flinched, but quickly relaxed again, even more than before.

“It’s okay now.” His soft eyes, back to their normal shade of brown, beckoned you to come. “I’m okay now.”

You ran over and wrapped your arms around him, which was almost impossible to do given his size. Hot, angry tears silently ran down your face. Miguel melted into you as the raise and lowering of his chest started to slow. As you embraced, you noticed Lila standing on the floor, mouthing “You good?” silently to you. She gave a thumbs up, thumbs sideways, and a thumbs down, indicating you to choose one. You gave her a thumbs sideways back. She nodded. “Imma go in ‘sleep mode’,” she whispered. “I’ll still keep an eye on Miguel’s vitals, but I’ll essentially be ‘gone’. It’ll give you guys some time to talk.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back. Lila smiled, raised a peace sign, and disappeared.

“I’m so sorry,” Miguel breathed as you let go of him. “I wasn’t myself; I would never intentionally hurt you.” He looked up at your reddened eyes, and his face suddenly grew full of concern. “Querida, por favor no llores.” He gently, like a moth’s wing, wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of his hand.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” you confessed with a small, wavering laugh. “I guess I just got startled. I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“You shouldn’t have. Listen: you have every reason to be upset right now.” He lifted your chin with his thumb. “I know I just told you not to cry, but if you need to, go ahead.”

You looked at the ground and smiled, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “Ok. Thank you,” your stammered. You took a moment to slow your breathing. “Can you- explain what just happened? If you can.”

“I don’t want to make any excuses, but if it will make you feel better, I’ll try.” His eyes searched the ground. “When I got injured, I couldn’t tell the drug was wearing off, though looking back it couldn’t be more obvious. I felt so- afraid. And vulnerable even. I don’t know why, but I had this idea in my head that everyone was trying to hurt me. And when you grabbed me, my first instinct was to protect myself.” He finally looked up and into your eyes. “The worst part was I didn’t see you as… you. I just saw a threat.”

“Miguel, it’s really okay, trust me,” you persisted. “But… promise me to never lose control like that again. Not just for me, but for everyone’s sake.”

“Of course, love. I promise. I should’ve listened to Lila and taken the drug much earlier.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He paused. “I didn’t want it to lessen my strength before I captured the variant. I wanted to be as prepared as possible. Not that it helped anyway,” he complained, looking at his hurt leg. “I thought I had enough time to inject the serum afterward, but capturing the variant was... rough, and I came back much later than I anticipated.” He looked down, and his eyes suddenly grew wide. “Your arm! Did I- Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you persisted. “It’s barely even bleeding anymore, see? It’s high time I designed a better suit anyways.”

“Are you sure? I’m so sorry I- “

“Shuuuush”, you hushed him. “It’s nothing. I don’t want you to worry about what happened anymore, okay?”

“You’re my partner. It’s my job to worry about you.” He gave a weak smile.

You laughed. “Touché. But really, you barely broke skin. The suit did most of its job.”

“Ok. I just- I wanna make sure it’s 100 percent fine.”

“I’m sure, I’m sure.”

“Alright.”

You thought hard for a moment. “If we could find a way to separate the depressant’s physical effects from its mental ones, we could change their concentrations to keep your strength, but save your mind.”

“That could work,” Miguel replied. He furrowed his brows in thought. “Or we could add another mental depressant to it. That would be much easier than separating its components.” He slapped his forehead. “Should’ve thought of that ages ago. It’s gonna take a minute to find the right neural inhibitor, but it’s worth the trouble.” You gave him a look. “What?”, he asked.

“Sometimes I forget that you’re a nerd too,” you laughed. “Big guys like you aren’t supposed to know what ‘neural inhibitor’ means.”

“So I’m supposed to be an idiot then?”

You shrugged. “It’d suit you better.”

“Y’know, I really needed that. Thanks,” he sneered lightheartedly. “You should be thankful that my heads a little fuzzy, otherwise I would’ve come up with an incredibly brutal comeback.”

“Riiight, right. Wait. How fuzzy are we talking?”

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thisbuildinghasfeelings · 7 months

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Get to Know Your Fanfic Writer Cross Stitch Stitcher

Thank you for the tags @lemonlyman-dotcom and @ladytessa74!!!

I will do my best to adapt this to cross stitch 😂

When did you post your first ever fanfic cross stitch?

I did some Schitt's Creek cross stitch projects back in 2020/2021, and I think I posted a few of those on tumblr at the time, but I first started modifying and then fully making my own patterns for Lone Star back in April! For a solid 6 months, I've had at least one cross stitch project going at all times...and I've got the stitching callouses on my fingers to prove it!

First character(s) you wrote stitched for:

My first project, other than the Lone Star logo, was an Owen quote, so I guess I'd consider Owen the first!

Main character(s) you’re currently writing stitching for:

Unsurprisingly, the vast majority of my projects are either TK/Carlos quotes or something related to Tarlos. My current project is definitely a Tarlos one.

Character(s) you haven’t written stitched about before but plan on writing stitching about soon:

I have a couple future ideas for characters I haven't done projects related to yet...maybe a Gwyn quote, though it's about TK, so it would still kind of be a TK-related project ("You are surrounded by love"). I've also thought of doing a Judd/Grace related quote ("I wasn't even me 'til I met you"). But these probably won't be too soon because I have several projects in line ahead of them!

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing stitching for:

911 Lone Star

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write stitch for:

I did one for Carlos's "I was peckish and I wanted pudding" so I'd say that counts as Carlos & Paul!

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write stitch for:

So far I've done 7 that could be considered Tarlos (Is the Lizard Back?, Firefighters You Really Are A Smug Bunch, It Absolutely Wrecks People, Tarlos vows, Tarlos proposal, Typical TK, and We Make A Pretty Good Team) and the one I'm currently working on will make 8.

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

I've never posted on AO3. I wonder if I should...

Your current platform where you post your works:

Just right here on tumblr.

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

I finished the bricks yesterday! That means I have everything done except the words and the outlining. Here's a little peek of the table set for Carlos's dinner for one, featuring the tiny bit of outlining I've done so far along the edge of the rug:

I've been away from tumblr all day because I was at a play and hanging out with my aunt, so I have no idea who else has done this...I will leave this as an open tag!! 💜

#lone star cross stitch

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littlelunarrunaway · 11 months

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Alright so I've currently run out of prewritten stuff and am a bit stuck on how to get from point A to point B in Little Lunar Runaway so here's a tidbit from a different story featuring SAMS Sun and their evil Lunar.

Who Am I

“You know what I haven’t done this often, but I’m kinda curious as to what kind of monster you be if we base it of your personality.”

He tried to run. Calling for his brother to hurry, but his brother didn’t make it in time. He felt struts become bone and hear his flesh squelch as it replaced metal. The pain was blinding. Then it reached his processors, and everything went blank for a moment as delicate circuitry became gray matter and nervous tissue. He could focus on nothing as his nervous system shifted and rearranged. He could hear someone in the background commenting on him. He couldn’t really understand him as things came into focus. His claws dug into the soft sand, and he felt more than heard someone new enter the area.

He turned his head in the direction of the new being. He knew he had to get this being away. It smelt and felt young in a way the other didn’t. He charged at the new entity to chase it away or drag it away from the terrifying other being. He didn’t know. He slowed as the new being disappeared.

“Blood thirsty thing aren’t you. Sunshine.” The small entity commented.

He tilts his head and lets out a deep bestial grumble. He doesn’t understand what the being is saying nor does he know that the being is addressing him. He had done what he intended to. He waited to the small being to finish speaking not daring to do more than tilt his sensory frills back. The being pauses only for a moment in its rants.

“You don’t understand me do you? Do you even remember who you are?”

The newly made monster shifted slightly waiting for the moment when the greater being would be distracted for even a moment. Then the being just laughed and disappeared. The great beast heaved a sigh of relief. He had begun to understand the being somewhat. But he still didn’t understand what the being meant. He had nothing to remember as he had only come into existence a few moments ago. He still didn’t understand his urge to chase off that other creature, nor why he was so certain it was for the other creature’s safety. He recalled what the other creature called him, Sunshine. He huffed through his large fangs. Sunshine would be as good a name for him as any. He flared his frills and began to use them to sense for water and life.

Sunshine wandered through the desert. Only stopping occasionally to examine some small animal he sensed and tracked. He catches another lizard and carries it a few feet before putting it down. He follows the undulating curves of the dunes, wondering if he’ll get hungry of tired. He moves the petal like frills that allow him to sense for prey and hopefully water. He hasn’t felt thirst or the sting of dehydration yet, but he would rather be by an oasis or river when he does.

Sunshine soon wandering through grass rather than sand. The ground firming up and animal tracks visible in the dirt. He sniffs the air and raises his rays; they pick up the faintest movement of something large. He begins to feel what he thinks are the first pangs of hunger. His prey is almost as big as he is and is moving fast. He lowers his frills to avoid damaging them as he begins to pick up a scent. Sunshine slows his pace as he finally catches up to the creature. He sinks as low as his body will allow. The creature before him looks like a mix between and antelope and a gazelle but much larger. It moves carefully, ears twitching rapidly. He can see the lingering claw marks left by another predator still fresh and bleeding.

He almost feels a pang of pity for the creature. Sunshine wants to let the creature go but his hunger begins to claw at his gut at the very thought of letting this creature go. He waits for it to get closer before letting instinct take over and lunging at the creature’s neck. He feels something drip from his fangs and he’s fairly sure it isn’t saliva as he sinks them into the creature’s neck. His claws help him hold onto the creature as it rears back. He pushes forward forcing the beast to loose it’s balance he can already feel it weakening. Finally, the beast stills. Sunshine waits for it to stop breathing rather than watch the eyes gloss over. He rips out the chunk of neck he had been clinging to and swallows it whole.

“Finally!” He hears the high-pitched voice of his creator squeak out.

He ignores his creator as he uses his claws to peal away skin and get to the choice muscle tissue beneath. He leaves the rest to the small creature that had wandered into the grove. It looked familiar. Something inside him clicked as he saw the dirty rag covered creature bow and whisper prayers to sunshine’s creator.

“Well aren’t you going to do the same to this one she’s eating your prey.”

Sunshine huffed. He was already full he didn’t see the need to deny this tiny thing the meal it deserved. It was much too thin by Sunshine’s standards anyway. Instead, Sunshine picked up the tiny creature and dropped it in front of the partially eaten animal. Sunshine had only managed to eat a haunch and the neck.

“UUUgghh! now you get boring! Fiiiinne, but only because I want to see where this goes.” Sunshine’s strange creator complains before once more disappearing.

The girl stops whispering prayers and looks at what she had been carried to. She says something Sunshine can barely understand but believes is her thanking him. The child, He thinks it is called a child, pulls out an old and rusty knife. Sunshine shrieks and pulls the knife away from her. It doesn’t pierce his hide. He isn’t sure it could. The child doesn’t complain, though, when he instead lets her guide him through the butchering and skinning of the animal. After a few minutes of the child panicking and then arguing in an attempt to get the knife back. He doesn’t give her the knife back. Something inside of him screams about tetanus and sharp blades. He listens to the girl try to complain about the weird monster, but she doesn’t try to get the knife back.

#fnaf au #fnaf fandom #sams au #alternate dimension #sams lunar #the sun and moon show #sun and moon show #sundrop #fnaf fanfic

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therhythmafterthesummer · 5 months

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Hello my dearest rhythm, I am back with my (still messy) thoughts on FPS part 2 🥹

First of all, i had to reread it cuz the first time that i saw it was after a day (or days) of hectic training when i just wanted to shut off my brain but i saw that u updated and my whole world sTOPPED, i swear i held my breath and thought i was hallucinating the new part 😭 i’ve been waiting for it for so long and it’s definitely worth it 🥹😭

I might babble a lot about it so if anyone hasn’t read it, pls don’t read this cuz it will have spoilers 😭

I WAS NOT PREPARED TO EXPERIENCE THE CONFLICT IN HIS HEAD WHEN THE REVEAL HAPPENED 😭😭😭😭😭 literally, i was holding my breath,, i wanted to cry too 🥹 MY BABIES, why should the world make them meet like that 😭 they just wanted to love and be loved huhu i hate u (i love u so much pls i know it hurt u too). Knowing everything that was going on in his head, gosh, I’m so crushed. I want to hold him and tell him it’s okay because he didn’t know it was her 😭 akshjsdjjdskbsjsjx

“The fact that you wouldn’t take his life puzzled him. How could you not want him dead? After all that had transpired, why wouldn’t you?” ——BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GOD DAMMIT 😭🤕🥹

“and if you’d been fine with it, he wanted to ask you to move in with him.” —nO WAIT STOP PLS,😭 i’m beyond wrecked and i haven’t even gone thru half of the story yet.

The flashback to their first date 🥺🥺🥺 i wanna scream. Knowing how both of their lives were filled with chaos, them being able to find peace and comfort with each other is just sooooo wholesome. WHICH HURTS EVEN MORE WHEN I REALIZE ITS JUST A FLASHBACK——brb gonna go sob in a corner. “If I tried to kiss you… would you let me?”——😭😭😭😭😭i love love love how they get so spontaneous and relaxed with each other. I love how you wrote about it between the lines of their stressfully calculated and rigid line of work 🥹

3 freakin’ months of no contact 😭 i wonder what happened to MC then. Although you did write a bit about her forfeiting her mission and also, technically, her spot in the Guild, I wonder what she was thinking after everything. Three months is a (kind of) long time, and I guess like Chris, she would’ve been wondering all of her what-if’s. Did she ever think about contacting him too? Did she ever considered his side of the story? idk i’m just hurting with them at this point.

—i’m gonna skip the reunion but just know that i screamed and held my breath and punched the wall and banged my head on the desk and— yeah

The honesty and vulnerability between them is just so pure. The way they both pined for normalcy with each other is just *chef’s kiss* 🤍 i love them so much, it hurts how much shit they went thru even before they met 🥺 i’m not gonna spoil much about the rest of the story but i just want you to know that i loooove how you wrote them. Their stories feel so real to me and their emotions were very well conveyed. I love how the story went and, to be honest, i don’t think i mind the ending being open as much as I initially thought. (tho i wouldn’t complain if ur brain lizard decides otherwise— 👀)

Aaaahck my babies 🤍🖤 thank you for publishing this new part!! I hope you have a really nice day :> hugs!!

~🍓

plssss this is so detailed kjfhsdjfshfdkijsjikd

that whole first scene recounting the reveal from his POV hurt me more than you can imagine. every time i sat down to write this story i felt like my heart was being squeezed (which was exactly what i was looking for sdjfhskdfh). Chris really just wanted to have that bit of peace he had with his girlfriend and it was ripped away from him ))):

as for what happened on the MC's side during those three months... i'm sure she almost called him several times, but, just like Chris, i don't think she was ready to face him. she had hurt him and tried to kill him (before she knew it was him, ofc), so she probably had to process all that, plus the fact that she couldn't finish her mission at all (which i'm sure was a whole different problem in itself). essentially, both her heart and her pride was hurt, and, honestly, if she hadn't heard those people talking about picking up her failed mission, i feel like she wouldn't have reached out at all (or at least not that "soon").

everything that happened at Chris' flat after they met again was very therapeutic to write for some reason??? idk, i feel like i was able to let a lot of feelings out writing this story in general, so i'm glad some of those feelings were conveyed well.

i really wanted to leave the ending a bit open so the reader could interpret what could happen next. they could run away together, one of them could retire, Chris could try to get the Kims to pardon her, or (for those that want a bit more angst) maybe you can even imagine she is deceiving him still, trying to fulfil her goal and that's why she came back... the possibilities are endless atp haha. all i know for sure is that i wanted to end this story with them together, so i did!

thank you for reading this, and for your thorough feedback. i'm glad you liked it💜💜💜

#🍓 anon #ask #fps ask

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damnredthing · 2 years

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Just some mindless, happy ramblings – SNW S1E07

This post – naturally – contains spoilers. If you haven’t seen the episode yet and do not want to read spoilers, please do not read any further.

This is not an episode review but rather just a bunch of ramblings which I’ve tried to at least sort a little bit into categories.

Season 1 – Episode 7 – The Serene Squall

This episode was hilarious. It is a nice break in tone compared to the last episode and it was so great to see Anson goofing off and showing his comedic talent. He hasn’t done many comedic roles in his career, which is why I am happy he’s catching up now. This entire episode looked like he had a ton of fun making it. I honestly don’t know how the cast and crew could finish shooting this episode, there must have been a lot of laughing fits.

I’ve also worked a bit on my gif-skills and trying a new approach with my ramblings by adding more gifs. I hope you enjoy.

A lot of T’Pring in the series

I am surprised how much we get to see of T’Pring in this series, especially if you compare her screentime with Hemmer, who is supposed to be main cast. I am even more surprised that I don’t mind at all seeing her that much! She is a breakout character for me who I didn’t expect to see much of, but now realize how much I like to see her.

In this episode I was even more surprised that we even get to see her at work. For a recurring character that is a lot of insight. But luckily the episode gave the reason for this and it all falls into place for me now. Especially with the last second reveal in the episode, SNW is going to focus a lot more on Spock’s family (if not in season 1 already, then for sure in season 2).

What I found funny was her suggesting human sex to Spock. I just wonder why Spock was so shocked about that. What exactly were they planning to do in the pilot episode during their “special night” when Pike interrupted them? That looked very much like what humans do, too! 🤔

Did Dr. Aspen / Captain Angel hit on Pike?

Or was it just part of their tactic to get Pike on their side?

During the dinner when they told Pike he’s known in Starfleet for being their (!) boy scout, the teasing and charming grin felt genuine. And what I find even more interesting is that Pike seemed to be intrigued.

That boy scout comment tho!

So here I was squirming around in my last ramblings not to flat out call Pike naive, and they drop the bomb in episode 7 with the boy scout. Next time I guess I should just stick with my gut feeling and call it as what it is.

But was Una just teasing him that it was even in his file? I mean… a nick name in a Starfleet file? That would be weird.

Remy had a thing for Pike

Nobody can tell me otherwise. Sure, he’s an Orion slaver and most and foremost saw Pike as a prime meat that gets him lots of latinum. But the way he eyed him up, felt for his bicep and patted him while only sideeying La’an and literally disregarding her… tell me I am not the only one who saw this?

And later he tells Pike he doesn’t want to wreck a great jawline (hello???) and then also calling him handsome and witty. I cannot say that Orion had bad taste.

It’s so funny how Remy tried to dominate Pike when his helpers were doing the dirty work for him, but later Pike turned the tables and played Remy like a fiddle.

I wonder if we ever get to see Remy again and how their second meeting will be, after Pike caused his crew to mutiny against him.

Why did nobody help Pike up when he was tossed inside the cell?

Okay I admit it, I laughed my butt off at this scene. Anson played this so hilariously funny!

But uh, something irks me about this scene. Pike has been the care bear for his crew. Always wants their best. Always puts them before himself. Surely by now his crew must appreciate him as being an awesome captain, no?

So how come when that lizard guy tossed Pike into the cell, none of Pike’s crew made even the slightest attempt of helping him up? They all just stared at him – admittedly in shock about how much he had been roughened up – but they just watched him hauling his butt up all by himself.

I know it was done for comedic reasons (and Anson was so great), but I still find that remarkably weird. There was only one guy in the cell (the one with the gold uniform, kneeling on the right side) who at least offered Pike a bit of a hand. M’Benga at least checked his head (after Pike got up on his own mind you). But Ortegas and Una? They just watched him go down.

Hints for the big twist

I admit I didn’t see the twist coming, but I was very pleased to watch Jesse James Keitel turning absolute evil as Captain Angel. As they were able to escape, I sure hope we gonna see them again. Especially as they are married to Sybok who I am sure we will see more of. If not in season 1 then in season 2.

Only when I watched the episode a second time, I noticed there were hints that Dr. Aspen was the pirate leader, or at least associated with them.

During the dinner, when Spock mentions the Serene Squall, you can see Aspen stop in their movements for a brief second.

They also tell everyone how the pirates are outsiders, fiercely loyal to each other, which turns out to be not true. But as Angel was their leader, this is certainly what they wanted to believe to be true.

Dr. Aspen also knew the solution how to get out of the net trap. It was a very scientific solution, something one wouldn’t expect from a counselor.

Remy knew exactly that Pike is the captain. How else would he know if not from Angel beforehand? At the time Remy was torturing Pike to get the codes, Angel was still in their Dr. Aspen cover.

Dr. Aspen urged Spock to use the escape pods and abandon the ship.

Angel and Sybok

Angel isn’t just married to Sybok, they also share the belief in allowing emotions to unfold. Multiple times Angel encouraged Spock to rely on his emotion. Just when they asked him about Kolinahr (which is the Vulcan ceremony to detach themselves from all emotions) and were all excited to learn that Spock hasn’t underwent the ceremony yet, or when they pushed Spock to follow his gut feeling to decide which asteroid to fire on to destroy the net trap. Not to mention the dialogue they had with Spock about Spock’s true self (which was beautiful!).

Angel might have chosen a vile way to get their husband back, but they acted out of love. I don’t think they are purely evil. I think Angel is truly believing in Sybok’s ways and as such, I am almost certain we will see both again.

Sybok on his path to find Sha Ka Ree is going to gather quite a following. He will collect many followers by using his telepathic abilities to heal people from traumatic experiences. I am curious if we’ll get to see any of that in SNW and who all Sybok will try to win over. I mean, there are a couple of people on Enterprise with traumatic experiences…

I am also curious how his relationship with his half brother Spock will unfold.

Star Trek writers know exactly what the fans want

Not only did we get a non-binary character, who kicked ass!

But whumpers also got their happy day!

Still some unchecked boxes though. But I am certain the show will deliver.

Some Randoms

This is very random, but I loved the boing sound the Enterprise made when it kicked the rock away that set off the trap

I cannot wait to get my hands on the season 1 blu ray and watch the outtakes for this episode. How could they all pull this episode off without getting caught in endless laughing fits?

Holy shit was Spock badass or what? And he’s just half Vulcan. How much stronger is a full Vulcan? 😱 I was squealing when I saw that.

Pike wearing an apron over his combat gear (!), and to top it off, the apron is also gold just as his gear? This had me in stitches. 🤣

The oversized steering wheel… in a spaceship… like wtf? Lol

Did Chapel seriously aim a hypospray at Spock and Dr. Aspen in engineering? 🤣 This episode was pure comedy.

The Serene Squall under Remy was about to separate from the Enterprise and leave part of their crew behind when Remy announced they would set course to Qu’Vat to sell the Federation crew to the Klingons. So, was this actually a double mutiny? Fran turning against Remy on the Serene Squall, after Remy turned against Captain Angel? Well played Chris, well played indeed!

“Spock, you are failing to communicate effectively.” Bahahaha, I love this. Vulcan’s being funny when trying not to be funny.

Does this need further comments? 🤣🤣🤣🤪🤪🤪

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Ultra’s Prehistoric Planet Reviews- Episode 2: Deserts

And we’re back! Due to Prehistoric Planet’s 5 episodes airing on each day of this very week, we’re gonna be taking a crack at all of ‘em on each day. For today’s dive into the Maastrichtian, we’re gonna be trekking through the various sandy dunes of the Prehistoric Planet, where we’ll meet such critters like dueling titanosaurs, femboy pterosaurs, and the feathery sensation that’s sweeping the nation (Hey, that rhymed!). It’s now time to visit the hot, sweltering, vastness of the Deserts.

Right off the bat, this episode was just as good as I'd hoped for. The CGI is as good as the rest of the show, the animals feel like and expressive, we got a whole host of creatures both new and familiar to us, Han Zimmer’s score was bangin’ (As usual), and I had a pretty good time with it overall. The only critique that I have is that some of the creatures aren’t referred to by name, mainly the watering hole segment. While Barsboldia, Tarbosaurus, and the Mongolian titan were referred to by name, the names of the other animals in this scene haven’t. You can also see a couple of large azhdarchids (Though, to be fair; They might be the Mongol Giant, a species that doesn’t have a true name yet), some small ankylosaurs (People are theorizing that they might be Tarchia), another, smaller titanosaur (Might be Nemegtosaurus) and even Therizinosaurus. Thankfully, Darren Naish has confirmed that the latter will make a few more appearances in the series, so consider this an early-bird cameo for now (In this case, literally).

Now going into each segment, we start off with, frankly, one of the largest creatures to ever live on land; Dreadnoughtus. It’s honestly satisfying to see an obscure species rise up to the likes of T. Rex and Velociraptor in terms of mainstream media, and a fairly recently discovered one at that. Hell, even Jurassic World’s playing a huge part in this. Going back to the segment, it features male Dreadnoughtus traveling to a mating colony of females, where the size each other up and go full-blown elephant seal on each other; Slamming their necks into one another, biting, puncturing with the spur-like claws on their front legs, it ain’t pretty. And those inflatable sacks on the sides of their necks make it even more intense. What’s even more intense than sauropods finally being shown as the walking disaster that they are, is the fact that the losers get beaten from their fights so hard, they just straight-up DIE. Momma Nature is pretty hardcore, especially when sex is involved (That’s something the ammonites taught us in the last episode too.).

We then cut to the deserts of Mongolia, we experience one, massive segment in 3 parts. The first is about the famous Velociraptor trying to hunt lizards, who in term, are trying to hunt bugs. There’s a catch, however. The bugs are flocking to a bunch of sleeping Tarbosaurus, who’ve just finished eating a massive carcass. The lizards, who see an opportunity, try and risk getting near to the sleeping giants in order to score some lunch. This gets even more dangerous when the Velociraptors try and pick them off. Eventually, the Tarbosaurus do wake up and scare off the raptors, with the big lugs moving on. This lets the pterosaurs flying overhead to come down and finish what’s left of the carcass.

Part 2 then cuts over to another stretch of the desert, where we meet the apparent star of the show; Mononykus. From what I’ve seen, people LOVE this segment, and the lil’ scrunky birb. And I can see why; It’s a delightful few minutes of the the lovable fluffball hunting termites with her big single claws and long, anteater-like tongue, dealing with seasonal flowers for the first time, and not having a clue on what the hell is going on. David even mutters a lil’ “Oh dear” in this scene, and that was the icing on the cake! This is another one of the show’s scenes that’s gonna be going into the “Absolute bangers” tier. And this ain’t even the last we see of Mononykus in this episode...

And that’s because we’re at the ending of the Mongolian trilogy (Well, at least in this episode). Not only do herds of Barsboldia and the Mongolian titan show up to drink at this massive water hole, but so do more of the azhdarchids we saw earlier, desert ankylosaurs, Theriznosaurus, and yes, Mononykus. A Tarbosaurus even gets to appear in this part, coming over for a drink...That still doesn’t stop everyone else from giving the beast a wide berth. If you’re gonna give an apex predator some space, be polite about it.

And now, ladies, gentlemen, and others; Femboy pterosaurs. Remember the Barbaridactylus from the last episode? Well, they’re back! And, they’re gettin’ it on! Similar to how alot of animals alive today do the same thing, some of the smaller males use their female-like appearance to sneak past their larger, created counterparts, giving them enough time to knock up a female. Honestly, considering how this episode has femboy pterosaurs, this is definitely a win for the LGBTQ+ community.

For our last segment for the episode (And of this review, too), we’re talkin’ extremophile hardosaurs! This is the first ever media appearance of Secernosaurus, a hadrosaur species from the ever-shifting and changing gypsum deserts of South America. Since gypsum can only occur in the driest places on Earth due to how easily it can dissolve in water, the few animals that live here are extremophiles, and Secernosaurus is no exception. To make things easier, the herd moves at night, where it’s not only cooler, but they can use the stars to locate where they are. These are really helpful skills to have on standby, especially when they reach a coastal dune filled with water to lick off their bodies (Gross.) and plenty of plants to chow down on. It’s only temporary, but it’s a lifesaver for these creatures.

If you’re tired of all of this heat, then you’re in luck. Our next review will be covering the Freshwaters of the Prehistoric Planet. You might wanna bring some bug spray, just in case a bunch of blood-sucking flies take a liking to you...

Also, #TeamMononykus4Life, yo!

#prehistoric planet #mr. ultra's reviews #Ultra Ramblings #dinosaurs

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drades-lair · 2 years

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A fortuitous meeting (Striker x reader)

Note: The reader is a dracony which in my head are like dragon born from D&D so make of that what you will.

Another job another filthy smoke-filled bar… oh well at least the booze was good or at least that’s what you told yourself while slowly swirling half a tumbler of amber colored whiskey. The bar was dead with only 3 other patrons along with the bar tender in attendance making the drawl of a tv in the background stand out amongst the dreary ambiance. Your ears perk to the sound of the bar doors creaking irritably open followed by the slow methodical tapping of cowboy boots on the wooden slats slowly drawing your eyes over your shoulder to see a tall pale imp striding confidently up to the bar just a little down from where you currently sat. An imp in this bar wasn’t unusual after all you were in the wrath ring if anything you stood out more being a Dracony and all, a fact not lost on the new arrival apparently as you felt his eyes on you. Swigging your drink, you chose to ignore his presence after all so long as this imp didn’t start anything there was no need to cause trouble.

Vaguely you heard the imp order a tumbler of whiskey same drink you had, not weird though lots of imps drank it especially around these parts. After the bar tender handed the whiskey to this newcomer you watched from your periphery as this imp came right up along side you, leaning against the bar instead of sitting with a smirk plastered on his lips…here we go.

“Hello Darlin’,” He practically purred the words in a deep southern drawl causing you to roll your eyes.

“No,” You simply stated not even looking over at him. Apparently, he hadn’t anticipated that response as the imp got a surprised look on his face.

“Pardon?” He asked arching an eyebrow

“The answer is no,” You repeated taking yet another swig of your whiskey

“Ya haven’t even heard the question yet,” The pale imp pointed out

“Doesn’t matter…the answer is no,” You informed him, finishing your whiskey off before finally shooting a look in his direction.

“Well…guess I’ll just go fuck myself then,” The imp stated with a huffed laugh

“Whatever gets your dick hard,” You retorted tapping the tumbler on the bar top then pushing up off the stool you’d been sitting on making a point to get up facing away from the imp. Irritation had begun to show on the tall imp’s face as he bared some teeth in his smirk and as you attempted to head for the doors you were stopped by a thin, yet strong object wrapped around your left wrist.

“Come now Darlin’…let’s start over, names Striker,” The imp introduced with a cocky eyebrow raise and a tip of his hat.

“I could care less,” You retorted with a little growl, yanking your wrist free of what you could now see was Striker’s tale.

You ignored the low hissing sound Striker let out as you were finally made your way out of the bar it was late and morning came early. Trudging up to your motel room you unlocked the sketchy door then headed inside, shrugging off the coat you were wearing instantly tossing it onto a tore up armchair. Considering it was so close to morning anyways you didn’t bother removing any other clothes before crawling into the creaky bed, leaning against the busted headboard with your arms crossed you closed your eyes to await sleep which did eventually overtake you. The sound of a gun shot was what immediately woke you making you groan before yawning loudly, you stretched more pissed that your few hours sleep had been interrupted then anything else. Standing from the bed you made your way to the one finger smudged window, parting the blinds with two fingers instantly catching sight of the scuffle going on…it was that pale imp…Striker? Was that his name? He was tangling with another demon who looked like a giant lizard only a lot uglier.

Striker didn’t look like the fight was going in his favor as black blood had coated his features along with his clothing however it was the pistol he held in one hand that caught your attention the most. A blessing tipped pistol, familiar yet rare…who was this guy? The opposite arm not holding the pistol appeared to have been shot as more of his black blood oozed into the sleeve of his jacket through a bullet hole in the fabric. You wondered if it was worth the bullets and missed sleep to go help this imp who’d so brazenly tried to pick you up earlier, while contemplating you watched as the lizard demon attacked Striker again managing to grab the imp by the tail when he’d attempted to dodge, yanking him straight into a nasty punch. Striker’s gun skittered along the ground as he spat black blood into the sand that tail of his rattling now like a snake as the demon grabbed him by the throat, hoisting Striker straight off his feat into the air. You didn’t like the guy but this wasn’t a fair fight it seemed whatever had happened Striker had been unfairly pitted against this guy and you wouldn’t stand for an unfair fight.

Striker gasped for air as the lizard demon held him aloft by his throat, clawing at his hand to little avail when a sharp pain shot through his side. Striker let out a shriek of pain trailing off into a snarl despite some of the muster being dampened due to the immense agony. The demon huffed a laugh as he yanked what Striker could now see was a blade from his side eliciting a grunting cry between gritted teeth right before his body hit the sand. Panting heavily Striker managed to get into a kneeling position, hand firmly clasped around the stab wound. The other demon reached down to grab a fist full of the pale imp’s hair, yanking him up hard by it making him grunt in pain as his yellow eyes glared daggers at the larger demon.

“Pathetic!” The demon snarled with a cocky smirk

“F-Fuck…you!” Striker retorted, tone laced with venom and pain

“Who’s pathetic? Dick for brains!” Your voice was something Striker clearly recognized from earlier as he looked in your direction however, he nor the demon had a chance to say anything as you fired 3 rounds with each hitting their marks. One shot to the demon’s wrist currently gripping Striker’s hair causing him to drop the imp, the second striking the demon in the heart and the third went right between his eyes.

The lizard demon hit the dirt as you holstered your revolver already casually striding towards Striker, picking up the blessing tipped pistol along the way. You were impressed as Striker managed to stagger to his feet despite blood dripping from the imp’s body in various places, pooling on the sand around his feet. He’d taken a defensive stance as you gingerly approached only to give a sigh of irritation at knowing you couldn’t just leave the imp like this. You slipped his revolver into your waist band of your jeans behind your back then extended a hand to him which he eyed suspiciously.

“Come on, cowboy. You look like shit,” You stated with a slight eye roll regarding his suspicious look

“Humph, w-why should…I…trust you…ugh!” Striker questioned as he grunted in pain, swaying slightly.

“For fucks sake! I’m trying to save your ass! Would you rather bleed out?” You snarked back having little patience at this point for a stubborn dumbass.

“You can’t…fool me…you’re just…one of those fuckin’…blue bloods…Dracony!” Striker hissed with so much disdain in his voice you shuddered a little.

“I’m not a blue blood…now are you going to accept my help or not?” Your tone was flat with a look to match. You loathed when people said shit like that mainly because your species may have been royal once, but you certainly weren’t.

Striker was clearly about to respond but instead coughed up another mouth full of blood then swayed slightly with a single step forward that was clearly involuntary. You took a couple steps forwards upon realizing the signs of Striker losing consciousness, reaching out to catch the imp mid fall immediately shifting to have one arm around his waist while the other hoisted one of the imp’s arms up around your neck. Gently you took Striker up to your motel room where you settled his unconscious form on your bed before grabbing a case the size of a shoebox out of your duffle that had written in sharpie ‘medical supplies’ on the lid. You placed the blessing revolver on the small round table that was by your duffle bag along with your own revolver as you still had one pistol in the second holster on your hip. Returning to Striker’s side you placed the box on the bed then began carefully removing the imp’s clothing starting with his jacket then his vest followed by his button down you also removed his hat and bandanna allowing a full view of all the wounds he’d suffered.

Your first concern was that stab wound that was still heavily bleeding onto the bed sheets, grabbing a towel from the bathroom you pressed hard against the wound eliciting a grunt of pain from the imp even though he was unconscious. You opened the box on the bed then pulled the towel from the wound to have a good look at just how bad it was but fortunately it appeared to be a literal flesh wound, no internal organs or arteries hit. The muscle was torn which meant it would hurt like fuck for a few months but ultimately a little stitching would do the trick to stop most of the heavy bleeding. Game plan in hand you started stitching up both the stab wound, some minor cuts and the bullet wound on his other arm which fortunately had been a through and through. Once finished you cleaned the blood from Striker the best you could eventually leaving him to rest while going to clean the blood from your own clothing and putting the box back in your duffle.

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Striker stirred when the feeling of warmth spread across his face, dim light showing through his eyelids that turned nearly blinding upon opening them. Shoving up on to his elbows Striker immediately gave a guttural grunt of pain as his hand moved to the spot on his side where said pain was coming from only to be surprised upon realizing there was a bandage wrapped around his torso. Focusing now he realized that there was one wrapped around his upper left arm as well. Glancing around it became obvious this was not his motel room then he caught sight of the Dracony sitting in the stained armchair near the door, sipping on a mug of what he assumed was coffee due to the smell.

“I wouldn’t suggest that” You chided from your spot in the armchair, one leg casually draped over the other, a hand propping up your temple as your elbow rested on the arm of the chair.

“What the shit? You…you helped me? Why?” Striker’s tone was low with confusion

“Does it matter?” You coyly asked, unfolding your legs to push up from the armchair.

“It sure as fuck does! I won’t be in anyone’s debt,” Striker remarked as he watched you head to the small round table to set your mug down clearly noting that his revolver was sitting on the same table.

“Relax cowboy, I don’t expect anything from you. I just don’t like an unfair fight, by the way you might want to call your client and rip their throat out for this shit fest,” You casually stated grabbing the blessing revolver from the table then handing it to Striker hilt first.

“Client? How did Ya know…?” Striker wondered arching an eyebrow in curiosity, accepting the revolver from your hand only to set it on the bed next to him.

“Please…you screamed assassin the moment I saw you in the bar,” You chuckled with a hand on your hip.

“I do?” Striker asked

“Yep, plus an assassin recognizes another assassin,” You added

“Ha! A blue blood like Ya is an assassin? That is rich!” Striker laughed out

“I’m not a ‘blue blood,’ my kin are indeed royal in descent, but I certainly am not!” You snarled a little in irritation, arms coming up to cross over your chest.

“Come on! Just because Ya had a rebellious streak and ran away from home to play assassin doesn’t mean Ya can leave that blue blood behind,” Striker hissed back with that massive grin spreading across his features.

“Shut the fuck up! You know shit about me! I didn’t grow up in a palace! My parents were killed when I was young and as a result I grew up having to fight for everything and anything I wanted so you can shove your opinion right up your smug ass!” You barked angrily, eyes flashing with fire as your tail flipped side to side. Striker did shut up for the first time since meeting him the imp appeared to have no come back for what you just said. Taking a deep breath, you turned to head into the small kitchen straight to the sink where you grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water before making your way back to Striker, offering the glass to him.

“Perhaps you should be less presumptuous of the person who saved your ass,” You calmly suggested as Striker took the water with what appeared to be a sheepish nod.

“So…what’s your name?” Striker cautiously asked after having a sip of water.

“It’s (Y/N),” You introduced simply

…

It took a good week before Striker got back on his feet much to the imp’s dismay however once up, he was already getting ready to leave. You packed up as well revealing to Striker that you too owned a nightmare only yours had (favorite color) colored flames.

“That’s a pretty filly Ya got there,” Striker complimented as he tossed saddle bags on to bombproof’s flank.

“Thanks…her names (N/N),” You stated pulling her tack tight

“That flint lock Ya got is pretty nice too,” Striker smirked pointing at the hidden holster on your right hip under your coat.

“How did you…?” You began

“Come now darlin,’ Ya didn’t think that I wouldn’t snoop around a little?” Striker smirked as he cut you off.

“It’s a commission piece I earned on a job, a carmine blessing tipped flint lock pistol,” You explained pulling the pistol from its holster while turning to face Striker.

“Beauty,” Striker cooed although you got the sense, he wasn’t just shooting that comment at your pistol still you chose to ignore it.

“Well, I should get going,” You stated putting the pistol back in the holster

“Yeah, me too. Hey, maybe we should work together someday,” Striker offered as you mounted your mare.

“Maybe we should,” You vaguely agreed with a small smirk

You snapped the reins causing (N/N) to rear slightly with a neigh before taking off while Striker watched.

#Helluva boss fanfiction #Helluva boss fanfic #Helluva boss #helluva boss striker #Helluva boss reader insert #female reader insert #Striker #Striker/reader #humor #action #adventure #hurt

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I heap upon you even more questions!

2, 9, 10, 12, 21, 31, 49, 60, 62 (I'm curious), and 75

2. When you hum random music what song is it?

Recently it’s been the Dungeons and Daddies outro song (because it’s a bop). Otherwise just whatever random song is caught in my brain

9: Weirdest thing on your dash today?

I just woke up, haven’t seen anything weird yet

10: In a perfect world, what animal would you most like to adopt?

So many cats. In a perfect world I wouldn’t be allergic

12: What’s something trivial you have strong opinions about?

I’d say horses, but my opinion on horses are not trivial. I guess obscure corners of the DW universe?

21: Weirdest tumblr drama you’ve been a part of or stumbled across.

I mean, Destielgate. That was wild. I still think about that a lot

31: You have acquired: a mouse, a lizard, a rabbit, a spider, a domestic fox. Name them! Who gets to sleep on the bed?

I am bad at naming things, so I figure I’ll just call them all whatever I feel like at any given point in time. None of them are sleeping on the bed, but I have made them all individual personalised beds, situated nearby

49: Tell me a really obscure fact you know.

I was the one who broke my primary school’s computer network single-handedly when I was 10. Shh. Don’t tell anyone.

60: Dragons, dinosaurs, or aliens?

DRAGONS

62: Insult the asker of this question creatively.

No :(

75: Describe a weird encounter you had with a bug.

A few months , I was finishing up a short story about bees and as I was typing up the last paragraph, I noticed a bee had got into my room. Fitting, probably, but also really annoying because I am Afraid of insects (I took it outside)

#ask game

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cathygeha · 2 years

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Twice Knightley in my Bed by Serenity Woods

Hartfield House 1

Another wonderful book by one of my favorite authors – I know that when I start one of Serenity Woods’ books I will always finish with a smile on my face!

What I liked:

* Emily Woodruff: young woman who enjoys life, has had a few rough years nursing her mother, works hard to maintain the HWH, good daughter, sister, and friend – sweet and easy going with something preying on her mind

* Lee “Knightly” Knight: veterinarian, oldest of three brothers, son of a murderer, taken in as foster child with his brothers by Emily’s parents, kind, good friend, strong shoulder to lean on – has a past that is impacting his future

* Hugh Woodruff: Emily’s father, good man, widow, great father, cares for not only his three children but all of the foster children he and his wife took in – was intrigued by him and his story

* The siblings of both Knightley and Emily

* The wedding of John Knight and Bella Woodruff and their backstory – wonder how their lives will move forward after the wedding

* Rob and Gabe – two siblings that haven’t met their perfect people yet…or perhaps they have?

* The other people working at the hospital and wondering if some of them will be included in the series, too

* The sweet relationship between Knightley and Emily that soon becomes a whole lot more – their communication, chemistry, trust, respect, and support of one another was wonderful

* The disease aspect of the story that was so much a part of the story

* All of it really except…

What I didn’t like:

* Knowing that horrible diseases exist and the impact they have on people

* Thinking about what the Knight brothers when through when they lost both parents

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely

Thank you to the author for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

It’s been zero days since I realized I’m in love with Leander Knight. Lee, or Knightley as everyone calls him, is my brother’s best mate, and he’s always treated me like his kid sister. Okay, so he might not put cockroaches in my lunchbox and lizards down my neck anymore, but even though we work together every day at Hartfield Wildlife Hospital, he’s never seemed interested in me in that way. And then something changed. Maybe it was when I walked past him in my bikini, and he lost the power of speech. Or perhaps it was when I found out that an old girlfriend nicknamed him Twice Knightley, and I realized she wasn’t referring to his appetite for food. A switch flicked in my brain, and now I can’t stop thinking about him in a very un-brotherly way. So far, I’ve kept it to myself. Nothing can come of it. Knightley’s past holds too many demons for him to consider settling down, and anyway, I’ve got to make sure I even have a future before I choose who I’m going to share it with. But then, after my sister’s wedding, I arrive at the hotel to discover they’ve no reference to my booking. Knightley invites me to crash in his room, insisting he’ll take the sofa. I say yes, because I’m convinced we’re both grownups who can resist the undeniable growing attraction between us. But he’s so gorgeous… and he smells so good… And then he kisses me, and everything else goes out the window…

#Serenity Woods #Hartfield House 1 #NZ Romance #Romance #Contemporary Romance #Friends to Lovers Romance

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caseycassidy · 2 years

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okay i haven’t updated you on @lunarshell and I’s teen wolf rewatch since it seems the end of season 1? We’re now in season 3 lol whooopsss

anyway - season 2 is definitely my favorite, it’s just so fun!

alright idk if anyone cares about spoilers but imma put them under here anyway.

I will fully admit to thirsting after JR Bourne *immediately* and consistently, but season 2 starts with him pinning Scott to the car and i was like.... he could pin me to a car js.

i’m going to make a separate post of our weird af things we say while watching this show, because we. have been dropping them in our writing discord out of context channel, because Bree is technically writing while we do this.

anyway - Jackson is a ✨lizard ✨ and I’ve got to say we had so much fun with that this season. the kanima is kind of ridiculous. and much more creepy when just seeing Jackson with scales instead of Full Lizard (though do wish we could of seen what it would of looked like wings because. dragon?)

do we even have to talk about how little sense so much of this much and how Much Miscommunication is happening? Like the most. They’re really like working to not understand each other or not just meet in the middle.

sometimes the miscommunication does make sense. there isn’t enough time, or whatever, but most of the time it’s just like Why.

also pls stay consistent with the lore (spoiler: they don’t. they never do. season 3 so far seems especially bad about it but this is season 2)

the Pool Scene™️ episode was just as fun as i remembered. their on screen chemistry is just so much fun to witness. and the dinner happening at the same time is So Awkward

also i think we about telling the Sheriff like twice this season and then something happens and they just Don’t. and like. why not? pls just. they should of told him after the deputy massacre tbh because like. he knew scott was shot so. make any of that make sense. also he deserves to know AS DOES LYDIA.

like i remembered they don’t tell her but like. they really just don’t tell her anything. (also remembering that that kid was young Peter a bit before it’s revealed was wild. i suddenly went “wait isn’t that peter” and bree went “oh shit you’re right”)

(i remember so much of this show and yet forget Important things constantly. memory issues, can we work together here??)

speaking of lydia. why are her and allison like this. i don’t remember it being so bad but it truly is just. so bad. i don’t think they have a conversation where they’re not dismissive or just outright mean to each other, normally mean. but they’re like “we’re best friends” and uh. no, no you’re not.

the ending of this season is So Fun. during matt’s whole speech about why he’s doing what he’s doing, Bree and i didn’t talk (and we talk a lot during this show lol). the tension was really done, tbh this whole episode is (the police station one).

however i’ve been putting off talking about him but. Gerard. I just don’t care about him, we were both tuning him out when he talked. i’m not sure what it was about him but he’s suppose to be at least Threatening and we were just like meh.

also wish Jackson stayed a kanima. like it was something he could control, instead of going to wolf town. i love wolf town but give the man wings, please, it’d be hilarious.

overall this season is ridiculous and not well written, frankly, but it is Highly Entertaining. Like that’s one thing i can say for these first two seasons - they suck you in and hold your attention. they’re just fun, the vibes are great.

i’ll write another update once we finish 3a but i can tell you. the vibes are not there, y’all. there’s some good moments, some tense onces (some very uncomfortable ones) but overall, weirdly enough, they got a bigger budget and the quality and cohesiveness just dropped

#tw rewatch #this is so long i'm so sorry apparently i had a lot of thoughts #teen wolf #teen wolf thoughts #season 2 #teen wolf spoilers #i guess?? i mean it's for season 2 but like #tbh idk if i'd recommend this show as anything but a rewatch? maybe seasons 1 + 2 but not past that #also i would not be having this much fun if i wasn't watching it with bree #lunarshell

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lys1 · 3 years

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Congratulations! You waited so patiently <3 This is another Asra x fem!reader for you. NSFW. 5218 words.

Playing With Potions

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The late spring morning air was warming up to be a balmy 75 degrees. You had your skirt pulled down and up, tucked in the back of the waistband, forming makeshift shorts. The shop was somewhat quiet, yet the din from the streets made its nimble way through the open windows.

You descend the ladder to the box of ingredients you were unpacking. They had come in the previous evening and Asra had promptly asked you to “organize them later”. Of course you said yes, the two of you shared this shop after all, and the work that came with it.

Asra himself was bustling behind the counter, sweeping the wooden floors free of the dust and fallen ingredients. He stops momentarily to pick up his cup of tea and take a long sip. The jasmine tea's steam billows into his face as he sighs with content pleasure.

The floorboards creak as you step down and Asra looks over at you, gaze soft. "How's the supplies look, dear?" He asks curiously, returning the cup to it’s coaster.

"Ah," you muse, counting the small containers in your hands. "Looks like we will be all set on lizard toes for a while, I think our supply captain read 1000 instead of 100." You can't help but chuckle, it couldn't be helped, at least you wouldn’t have to order more for a while.

Asra's eyes open a little wider, "oh my." He laughs, "I suppose we won’t". He sets his broom to rest against the counter and bare feet pad over to you, his deep-purple eyes examining the products.

You feel his hand settle on your waist subconsciously; a side effect of being close to one another. You breathe in lightly, smelling the sweet scent of coconut and honied biscuits wash over you. Asra's breakfast choice was apparent.

"Mm," you say, turning so the two of you were face to face. "You smell delicious."

Asra smiles, box in his hand now a little less important. "Care for a taste?" He teases, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sets his lizard toes aside and joins his other hand at your waist. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod.

He is a mere millimeter from sealing the gap between you when the bell of the shop jingles merrily.

"Ah jeez," you huff good in good nature. "I forgot we have jobs and responsibilities."

Asra laughs at your obvious disappointment and steals a small peck. "Unfortunately, we have to eat somehow." He then turns away and walks back to the counter to greet the customer.

The man is short and has a little round face. He looks extraordinarily nervous, and this catches your attention. Yours and Asra's shop is well known in the city and the townsfolk trust their magicians. You hadn't seen anyone come in here looking so nervous, and maybe even a little embarrassed.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Asra asks charmingly, resuming his position behind the counter. Briefly you let yourself admire how nice he looks, comfortable in his shop and expertise, before turning back to the box you were supposed to be dealing with. Not, however, letting your ears miss the conversation.

"I," the man starts, already fumbling with his words. "I, well look. I need help." He finishes plainly, nervously clutching his shirt between his pudgy hands.

Asra smiles kindly, "many do." He says, tilting his head and examining his new client. "Are you here for a card reading? Need to get some answers?"

The man groans as though he is already exhausted with the conversation. "No, I already know what I need. I have the answers. I've heard about this place. The ways you can help people. I live an hour out of the market and I made this trip just to see you."

"We're flattered, for sure." Asra says calmly, you can hear slight annoyance in his tone from all the ambiguity. The visitor is none the wiser though. "To help you though," Asra continues. "I'll need to know what you need."

"Alright I need a potion," the man finally reveals. "One that will help me... with performance." His cheeks are redder than a bell pepper in the sun.

Asra raises a white eyebrow, "performance? Are you an actor?"

"No!" The man's voice came out in a strangled whisper, obviously trying to keep it down. You roll your eyes, chancing a glance over your shoulder. The shop floor wasn't that big, of course you were going to hear everything.

"No," he said again, this time a little more composed. "What I mean is... my sex life performance." The truth comes out. Your visitor wipes his forehead with a dirty rag from his pocket. "My wife and I well.. we've hit a slump," he explains. "And I've heard of potions that can help with that kind of thing. Stuff that will completely change the game." His eyes are shining now, imaging life post-performance potion.

Asra looks uncertain at best. "I see," he starts, shooting you a glance. "That.. does exists. But it takes awhile to make. And the price isn't cheap either."

You shove the last of the crow feathers into their designated drawer while listening. You have never heard of such a potion, but you were also still learning. Asra sounds a little unsure though.

"Price isn't an issue," the man sounds desperate. "I'll pay anything."

Asra sighs, he feels bad for the man wringing his hands before him, practically crying for a cure. "Alright," he finally concedes. "I'll make it, but you'll have to come back in the morning. This kind of thing takes all evening to brew."

Your customer nods vigorously, "I can wait." He says. "Tomorrow morning, yes! I'll be here!" His excitement apparent, he bows a few times while backing out of the door, tripping over his own feet.

The door closes with a sharp bang and the bell rings furiously. Asra blows air out of his mouth so that itf ruffles the curls between his eyes.

"Well," he says after a moment. "A sex performance enhancing potion was not what I was expecting to make today." He rubs his temples, eyes closed and looking thoughtful.

You grin at him from the shelf as you pick up the empty shipping box and rest it on your hip. "That's quite the name, I've never heard of a potion like that."

Asra laughs and opens his beautiful eyes to look at you. "Yes, you'll have to forgive me for not teaching you that kind of magic, it's not the.. safest." He ends uncertainly. "I don't even know how this guy found out about it. It's not talked about much amongst us magicians.. and it's certainly not a common one."

Immediately more questions than your mouth can keep up with flood your brain. "So how did you find out about it? And why isn't it safe?" You ask the two more important ones, eyes following Asra as he finds a piece of paper and quill to use.

He dips his quill in the register's ink well and starts scratching down what you presumed to be ingredients. "I've been studying magic for years, my love." He says simply, "and before you ask, no I haven't used it on myself." He looks up at you, mischief dancing in his pretty eyes. "I'd like to think my sex game is up to par." He adds innocently, licking his lips seductively when your ears tinge pink.

You brush imaginary dirt off your shirt sleeves and huff. "I suppose it's pretty good." You mumble. It almost feels like a lie to just describe it as "pretty good" but Asra doesn't need you to stroke his ego right now. You do that enough falling to pieces beneath him every night.

Asra is well aware of your attempt to keep him humble and laughs lightly. "And to answer your other question," he says, turning back to his ingredient list, "messing with ones body like this can be dangerous. You have to be very precise."

You nod as he explains, it makes sense.

Potions are always brewed in pots over a magic fire so you put yourself to work, removing a medium sized iron pot from a hook on the wall and carrying it to a fire stand. Asra is busy himself, opening various drawers and adding seemingly random ingredients to a basket he has looped over his arm. Iris petals, newt eyeball, and some shimmering gold flakes. You smile watching him, your gorgeous magician; smart and able.

In no time at all Asra has a bubbling pot of sweet smelling liquid stirring before him. You stand beside him, observing curiously.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" You ask, taking note of the large leather gloves that clad all the way up your lover's forearm.

Asra continues to stir and looks over at you, happy to hear your eagerness to learn. "I can't risk even a drop of this touching my skin. It's so strong, and will immediately absorb into anyone's skin, leaving them..." He shakes his head and trails off, amused. "That's why it has to brew so long, to burn off some of the potency."

Your mouth opens in amazement, taken aback by the idea. This is the real deal you decide, stepping back a couple inches in precaution. After watching the potion bubble for a couple more minutes you stretch and grab the watering can sitting by the floor of the door.

"I'm going to water the plants," you inform Asra, waving your hand briefly until the can is full of cool, crisp water. Gods knows there are at least three dozen inside and outside of the shop.

Asra is humming in confirmation that he heard you as you open the shop door to the plants hanging outside. You don't get very far before you're blindsided by a streak of purple darting through your legs.

Escape!

"Faust?!" You yelp, dancing around the squirming snake as she winds her way under and into the open shop. A loud, booming bark makes you jump again. This time a large hound dog is rounding the tight corner from the side street and barreling full speed towards you.

All hell breaks loose. The water can is up in the air, crashing wildly into the side of the building. You are thrown back onto the dusty floor and a mass of fur and teeth race past you, paying no mind to your yelling.

Help!

Faust is racing around the floor, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the angry dog she seemed to have aggravated. There's a large crash from inside and you cringe, hearing bottles break and wood crunch. You look back, scared at what you might find.

The shop is a disaster, papers strewn, vials broken, and potion pot toppled. Asra is groaning on the floor, obviously doing no better than the rest. You glance at him worriedly, taking quick notice of the potion he had been making spilled everywhere, even on him.

You snap your fingers and the dog's growl, who was cornering Faust by the bookshelf, turns into a whimper as you lift him up with your magic. "I'm sorry pooch," you sigh, "but we can't have you eating our friend." With a wave of your wrist the hound is out the door and down the street in an instant. The hinges creak and bell rings as the door is once again closed to outside.

Thank you!

Faust wriggles happily, red eyes glowing in relief. You guess she got up to some trouble with the local fauna. She slithers up the stairs quickly, leaving you to look around at the ruined shop.

"Ah, fuck," Asra's words cut through your thoughts like a knife. He's laying flat on the floor, chest heaving as though he just ran a marathon. Sweat glistens on his tan skin, covering him from head to toe.

You step over the broken bottles and kneel at his side. "My love?" You ask, unsure of what to do. It was obvious what had happened, it didn't take an expert. The potion that was supposed to be for your customer was now soaked into Asra's glowing skin.

Asra opens his eyes and you swallow hard. You know that look, and it nearly makes you start trembling where you sit. Lust is prevalent, clouding Asra's eyes until they're a dark amethyst color.

"You-" you start to speak but are cut off by Asra sitting up abruptly. His face is close to yours and his breath washes over your lips, hot and wanton. He looks positively desperate, just the sight of you sitting before him doing wonders.

"Please," Asra's voice comes out low and husky, he watches your chest rise and fall quickly as a result. "Can I please have you, right now."

You could almost call him asking like that soft and innocent, if it wasn't for the raw, hungry look he was giving you. His eyes were traveling everywhere across your body, leaving an invisible line that you could almost feel burning into your skin. Your lips parted and you let out a soft gasp, the power that kind of look had over you was astonishing. You shifted your legs under you subtly, feeling the result of the hot atmosphere low in your stomach.

"Tsk, tsk," you had to tease for a moment. "Closing the shop at midday for some fucking?" You reach up and cup Asra's cheek, feigning uncertainty. His skin on your fingertips burns white hot and you have to hide your amazement.

Asra's eyes narrow, he knew you too well. With a quick flick of his wrist you hear the deadbolt on the door slide into place. It's only a second later and both of his hands have found a place on either side of your hips.

"Why do you torment me?" he asks, pulling you close so your legs straddle him. "Can't you see I'm getting enough of that from this damn mistake of a potion?" His words are almost shaky, as though he can barely speak anymore. He presses his hips up to meet yours, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he finally gets a little friction.

You dig your nails into his shoulders and gasp, the feeling of Asra so obviously in need is enough to make anyone go wild.

You can't resist grinding down lightly and Asra's eyes practically roll back at the sensation. "How can I say no to such a pretty face," you whisper, completely in love with his reaction.

That was enough for Asra and without added words he gathers you up in his strong arms and lifts you both. Your head falls back pleasurably when his lips find your neck. It only takes a few quick steps on his part to bring the two of you into the plush back room.

The purple cushions lining the cozy futon sink in gently as your back hits the mattress. The room has a slight pleasing haze as sandalwood incense burns at the table. The smell washes over your senses and a new wave of sensuality comes over the room.

Asra's hands hold you firmly as his lips continue to press lovingly into your skin. He hovers over you, one leg pressed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily move along his thigh.

"I need you out of these clothes," Asra groans, lips being stopped at your chest where your shirt has suddenly become a hindrance. He's already tugging at the hem, untucking the loose fabric from your waistband. You raise yourself to your elbows and help him pull the shirt over your head. At once it is thrown over Asra's shoulder and his eyes are set on your bare skin, drinking in the sight of his lover.

You smile at his admiration and lay back again, stretching your arms above your head and arching your back. You feel his hands on your stomach, traveling up to rest on your breasts. Your skin prickles with desire, flesh lighting on fire from his ministrations.

"How did I get so lucky," he breathes out, looking down at you with a look filled with love and passion. He rests the tips of his fingers on your nipples and swirls them lightly, leaving you to twist in torturous pleasure beneath his touch. "Everything about you is beautiful." Asra continues to flatter, lowering his head so his curls tickle your stomach. He licks a long line from the dip of your hip up to the valley between your breasts.

After a few moments of tasting your supple skin he moves his hands to the top of your skirt and tugs. You lift your hips in compliance and the fabric slides down your legs easily. Asra licks his lips as your body is finally fully presented to him.

"I could feast on you," he announces, voice lowered with need. "And I wouldn't go hungry in a lifetime." These words he whispers into your inner thigh, they tickle your skin softly.

You watch with bated breath as the man before you adores his lover. It's hard to keep your moans controlled as you feel his sinfully good tongue lick you in a way that can only be described as ecstasy.

Asra shifts into a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach and he brings your legs to lay comfortably over his shoulders. You shudder as you feel his hot breath flutter over your dripping slit. He doesn't waste anymore time and lowers his face to enjoy you.

Your thighs squeeze his head lightly as your body arches in response. Asra is devouring you as though you were a feast and it was the only meal he is to have in a lifetime. He grips your legs tightly to keep you from moving and covers your slit with his mouth, sucking for a moment on the tight nub at the top. He groans happily into your skin before moving down to lick your hole.

"Oh please, yes," you run your trembling hand through his hair and raise your hips up to meet his greedy mouth. He laps short, quick strokes first, stimulating you into madness.

After a moment he slows his tongue down to swirl languidly, looking up at you. You make eye contact and groan at the erotic scene of him eating you out. "That mouth of yours is too skilled for its own good," you whisper, fingers digging into his scalp, trying desperately to savor every swipe of his tongue.

Asra smiles against your folds. "I live to make you feel good, my dear." He says, pausing a moment. "You intoxicate me. Your smell, your taste. I couldn't get enough even if I had all the time in the world." He presses his lips on each one of your thighs with hot, open mouth kisses.

You blush at his words, feeling amazing under his praise. "Come here," you command softly, pulling on Asra's hair lightly to guide him back up your body. He kisses every inch of skin he passes before finally reaching your lips.

"Mm," he hums, taking your face in his hands. "But these lips, are like the finest honey in Vesuvia." He lifts your head so your mouths meet. It's a hot and feverish kiss, full of staggering amounts of love.

You press your body into his and relish in the feeling of kissing Asra. Your mouths are opened to one another and your tongues meet in fiery unison. While you enjoy the kiss you allow your hands to roam. Your fingers find his shirt buttons and you start to undo them as best you can, only a little distracted. It takes just a minute and you sigh happily into his mouth when you finally remove the annoying clothing.

You part a moment to admire the divinity of his body; prostrated before you. He was calling himself the lucky one, but you could probably make a pretty good argument for it being the other way around. He looked absolutely glorious in the hazy glow of the room.

As you reach for the waistband of his pants and rest your fingers playfully on the skin above it Asra breaks out in goosebumps at the fluttering feel of your touch.

"Ah," he breaths out, raising himself to his knees and closing his eyes. Clearly, he's enjoying the attention finally being on him.

"You are the one with the potion affecting them." You say, drawing a line from one hip to another. "It'd almost be criminal to ignore you for any longer." Your eyes fall to the bulge straining under Asra's pants, just begging to be free. A smile plays across your lips as his breaths quickens significantly.

"I.. wouldn't complain." He finally manages to say in a strained tone.

You smile, maybe a little too satisfied, and hook your fingers under the band. "I know." You chuckle, pulling. The trousers catch a moment on Asra's hardened length before slipping down to his knees. You take time to admire the sight before you, licking your lips. Asra is panting slightly, looking down at you lustfully as your eyes graze over him.

He grabs your head on either side and looks into your eyes. "Please," is all he can croak out.

You swallow thickly and you feel yourself dampen even more at his begging words. “I’d like nothing more" you say; need dripping heavily from your words. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his leaking slit lightly. Asra's body shivers with pleasure when your soft lips meet his aching shaft.

You take a breath before closing your mouth around his tip. Your cheeks hollow and you suck in deeply, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure emitting from Asra's lips. He groans even deeper as you finally swallow down his whole length, tip sliding down the back of your throat.

"Ah fuck, baby," he stutters through gritted teeth, fingers threading through your hair. He thrusts into your mouth without hesitation, reveling in the way you feel around him. The pace is fast and vicious, leaving no time for extra room for breathing.

You choke back your gasps and feel the involuntary tears prick at the corners or your eyes. Your hands fall to your sides as you let Asra use your mouth how he pleased. Licentious noises ring around the room as he sinks his member into your mouth relentlessly, moaning at each stroke and the salacious feelings that come over him.

His grip tightens in your hair as he pounds into your face. You open your mouth as widely as you can and take him in, ignoring the slight pain of labored breathing. The feeling of being used so mercilessly is intoxicating, and you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure that overtakes you.

With a loud pop he pulls out of your drooling mouth, leaving you to be the one groaning in disappointment.

"I'm sorry love," he huffs dazedly, need heavy on his features. "But if I don't stop this now I'm cumming in your mouth."

"That doesn't sound so bad," you complain, sticking your tongue out so Asra can view how much you want it. His eyes darken considerably and he looks ready to break.

He takes a breath in sharply, steadying himself before holding your face gently in his hand. "As much as I want you fuck your face, that pussy of yours I know is dripping for me and I have to comply." He chuckles, running his thumb along your lip.

You whimper at his words, practically climaxing at the suggestion. You meet his eyes in a needy manner and nod. "Oh, Asra," you start, already seeing excitement flit across his face at the mention of his name. "I want you more than I can even describe to you."

To this Asra inhales sharply, thumb still hooked in your mouth. "Tell me how you want me," he says, barely able to contain his own desire.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you begin, knowing exactly how to please his ears. "I'm going to cry and moan, and beg you for relief but you will know better." His eyes widen in ecstasy but you continue anyway. "I want you to give everything you can to me, without holding back."

Asra seems to snap right in front of you. His features immediately seem to plead for consolation. "You'll get what you ask for." He growls, fingers tightening in your mouth. You lick his thumb seductively and the action throws him over the edge.

Asra's hands fly to your waist and hold you firmly, you're flipped over; ass to the heavens greeting him. He swallows at the sight and digs both palms into the flesh, enjoying the feeling immensely. "So needy and ready for me," he groans, finger finding your entrance and slipping in easily. You gulp at the warmth of having fingers enter you. Asra is unrelenting and curls them cruelly against your walls.

"Just fuck me already!" You cry, unable to hide your desires anymore. You hear Asra laugh behind you, yet despite this you know he is dying to sink himself into you.

"Alright, alright." He concedes, taking your hips in his hands. "If you insist."

You feel his tip slide against your slit and shudder, craving the feeling of him inside you. It doesn't take more than a moment before you feel him start to enter you. You lay your head down, turning your face so you can watch Asra take you from behind.

His lips are parted in a silent moan as he relishes in the feeling of your walls around him. You sigh softly as he fully sheaths himself in you, a small tremor passing over your body from the pleasure. One moment, two moments pass as you both bask in the feeling of being connected.

"Give me your hands," he commands, slowly sliding in and out of you, giving no care to his agonizingly slow pace. Soft gasps are falling from your lips as you try to register his request.

Carefully, you cross your arms behind your back. It's no use to keep the blush at bay as you take in the dirty scene. Your face is pressed to the pillows, unable to move much as Asra takes your wrists and pins them to your back. Your ass is raised in the air to meet his rhythmic thrusting.

Asra grips one of your thighs with a free hand and quickens the pace a little. Your eyes shut tightly as your body responds. You can feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each snap of his hips. It's unrelenting and you have to catch yourself from begging for more.

You feel the fingers around your wrist tighten a bit as Asra's breathing speeds up behind you. You know that he's set on giving you as much painfully slow torture as he can manage himself, but you also know that potion is working against him. There's nothing he wants more than to let go and pound you into the mattress.

"Baby," you choke out, words bouncing along with your bodies. "I know you want to fuck me so good right now." Your voice is deep with seduction. "Please just fill me up like I know you want to." You finish your plea, watching his face with satisfaction. His eyes are darkened with desire. He takes just a few more strokes before slowly to a stop inside you.

"You asked for it," he warns. He only takes a moment to let go of your wrists and flips your body so you're facing him. He cages you in on either side and licks his lips as he stares into your eyes. His hungry mouth meets yours in a kiss full of fire. You can melt into it for only a second before you feel him grab your hips and pull you flush against him; Your cries drowned by his lips as he sets an erratic pace, skin meeting with loud slaps.

"Fucking hell," he groans, still kissing you between words. "You feel like heaven on earth. You're so hot, and I can feel your insides squeezing me." He explains, hot breath falling over your face. Your cheeks burn at his descriptions.

You loop your arms around his neck and press your chest into his. Your skin meets, shining with sweat and burning from love. Asra presses back, savoring the feeling of your nipples brushing against his.

You start to feel that familiar blossom of unreleased pleasure pool in your lower stomach. Asra's shaft is hitting you just right, sending jolts of satisfaction right to your core.

"Oh-" you stop and whine pleasantly when he shifts angles. "Fuck. Please yes, don't stop!" Your arms drop and nails dip into his biceps and you grit your teeth from the hot delight searing through your body.

"I couldn't even If i wanted to," Asra answers, words strained as his grasp on himself starts to crumble. His breath is leaving his lips in short pants now and you can almost see the resolve to hold on slip away before your eyes.

He falls into you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and thrusts into you with all of the strength he can muster. You bury your face in his neck and take hold of his hair. You can feel Asra's body shuddering to not let go.

You bring your lips to his ear and bite his lobe. "Won't you come for me sweetheart? Please empty yourself in me." You whisper.

Asra takes in a sharp breath and you hear him choke at your words. They were enough to push him over the edge and he rams into you with a low, strangled cry.

Your head falls back and your mouth opens in a silent scream as Asra lets himself go in you. Your legs shake violently of their own accord as you feel your orgasm wash over you, leaving your body in euphoric fire.

Asra's lips immediately find yours as you ride out your orgasms together. You kiss him passionately, all of your senses in overdrive. His kisses are soft, and sweet, a clear declaration of his love. Happiness rushes in like a flood as you enjoy the afterglow. After a minute Asra removes himself from you and joins you in laying down, sides still heaving from the activities.

"My dear, how I love you." He says with a smile, running his fingers in slow, soft circles on your stomach.

You turn on your side and look into his eyes. He looked content, and his cheeks were dimpled from his growing grin.

"I love you too," you return, hand falling into his. His skin was still warm. The two of you lay there for a while, out of breath and simply enjoying the presence of one another.

Eventually, Asra sits up and looks down at you with humor in his eyes. "Well, I think I can tell our buyer that we did an extensive review of his product and it does, in fact, work."

Your face breaks into a smile and you laugh at Asra's words. "Oh goodie, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it."

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fuckingthefictional · 3 years

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Hi! I would like a request about Derek from teen wolf, please. The reader is trying to approach him, taking care of him "because Derek is too busy taking care of the others", BUT IT'S BEING SO HARD because of all of his past. Derek and the reader argue one night because of the overprotective nature of the reader about him, and when she tries to leave the loft, completely upset with Derek, he tries to fix things between them. Could you do this with a lot of angst and, then, tons of fluff? Thanks!

Ignored

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Angst bbyyyy, and some fluffy goodness at the end, not checked over (so probably a crap ton of spelling errors)

A/N: hello hope you enjoy, sorry it took forever! I’m so busy with work, college and personal issues that writing has been put on the back-burner.

When the name Derek Hale was mentioned- one immediately thought of the broody, salty, sarcastic young man who lived by himself after the tragic Hale house fire.

Nobody would ever associate the name Derek Hale and caring. It just wasn’t in his nature. Because under no circumstances could Derek be remotely kind, caring or soft in any way possible.

That’s what people thought of Derek. But not you- or the majority of the pack for that matter.

Yes, you saw where others came from with their ideas and judgement (Derek’s lack of colour in his wardrobe obviously didn’t help either).

But to you when you heard the name Derek Hale, you immediately thought of the kind hearted man who would give up anything for the safety of his friends and family (as much as he claimed otherwise).

You knew him differently, you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew that his favourite food was Spagetti Carbonara without the mushrooms, that he didn’t like Coca Cola, that he secretly loved watching trashy tv shows like keeping up with the kardashians, and most importantly that he was running himself ragged.

He had bitten off more than he could chew when it came to helping everyone out. He was the one giving lifts and helping with homework and hosting pack nights, and handling Isaac’s nightmares, all of this happening at the same time as some supposed lizard creature being on the loose.

You had been ignored by Derek Hale for approximately 72 hours. Now this wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t for two things.

1. He wasn’t aware that he was actively ignoring you.

2. The idiot wasn’t your husband of 2 years.

Over 68 hours ago you hadn’t minded, you had even brushed the silence and distance off- knowing that Derek liked to have a little time to himself.

But when it hit the 5 hour mark of the 4th day, frustration and disappointment had begun to set in.

There was one more thing that made the whole situation worse. He was blatantly ignoring you- and only you.

It hurt. You could admit that to yourself easily without any qualms at all. It hurt.

Whether that was to do with the whole ‘mate’ side of things you didn’t know- all that you did know was that Derek Hale was drowning and he wasn’t going to swim until everyone else was okay.

Thud, thud, thud, creaak

“Der please sit down”

“I can’t. I gotta figure this shit out before the school finishes for the day.” Derek grunted from his spot in the middle of the room. His head firmly stuck in the thick, dusty book that he had been pouring through for the majority of the afternoon.

“Der please, take a break.” You pleaded with him, begging him to just stop for a second and relax.

“I can’t,” Derek murmured again, before he pivoted in his heel and walked away up the staircase.

His heavy footfalls retreated upstairs, the musty book still clutched in his grasp.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you willed the tears in your eyes to stay put and to not roll down your cheeks in fat drops.

Why couldn’t you be enough for him?

The next plea came around 2 hours later, when you brought a bowl of homemade pasta and garlic bread up to Derek. Hoping that just maybe it would strike up a conversation, that maybe he would utter more than two short sentences to you.

“Babe- I made you lunch.” You elbowed your way into the room, balancing the bowl and plate in your hands.

“Just leave it on the desk.” He motioned to an empty slot on the overcrowded surface.

“I just thought that maybe we could have lunch together, have some time with each-other.”

“Y/N/N’s I would- but I have so much to do. Stiles and Scott are already on my ass about the damn lizard freak in town.”

“Der, you need to take a break.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. Instead of feeling them relax you could feel his muscles tense up.

Shrugging your hands off, he pushed the fresh plate of food away, “I can’t.” He spoke simply.

“But-“ you tried to object in protest, trying to plead with the broad shouldered man in front of you- hoping that maybe, just maybe he would come to his senses.

He did not.

“I said no Y/N.” Derek ground out, “I’m busy. Please for the love of God stop bothering me.”

The words stung you, causing you to stumble back in shock. Derek had a hard exterior, everybody knew that. But he had never spoken like that to you.

He had promised on your wedding day that he would always be kind, that he would be your biggest supporter and largest source of love.

But all those words felt like lies now. You felt alone, like an empty shell of yourself. Why couldn’t you just be enough?

Hours flew by, the watch on Derek’s wrist occasionally beeping to signify the new hour. If he were being honest- he had lost track of what the time was.

The only signifier was that Stiles, Scott and the others were in his presence- meaning it was at least 4pm

And judging by the sky outside of his office window, it was late evening, as the sky itself had melted from cool blues into a fantastic array of oranges and purples.

But besides the low chatters and bickering coming from Isaac and Stiles, the house felt almost too quiet.

There was no tv hum coming from the living room, no occasional flush or running of water from the restroom, no sizzle from food coming on the oventop, no sound of a page in a book turning. Nothing. Just silence.

“Hey Derek,” He looked up to see Scott staring at him, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Well-“

“Yeah, I haven’t seen her yet today.” Isaac chimed in.

“I’m not actually too sure.”

Derek was met with a sea of blank stares.

“I’m sorry- there’s a kanima out there roaming Beacon Hills, the very same kanima that is killing more people by the day. And you don’t know where your wife is?” Stiles asked incredulously, “Are you kidding me.”

“Well I’ve been so caught up on this research that I haven’t been spending as much time with her.” Derek attempted to defend himself.

“Derek, please tell me that you haven’t been ignoring your wife.”

Everybody had there eyes on him again.

“Well-“

There was an uproar of protests, all of which were yelling at Derek for ignoring and deserting his wife.

“You better find her Derek, before something happens and you regret it for the rest of your life.”

You really didn’t know how long you had been out here for. All you knew was that the night was closing in and the chill was setting in your bones.

But you didn’t want to go back to the loft, you honestly didn’t think you could handle seeing Derek after his outburst earlier.

The cold, damp ground soaked into your body- sucking all the warmth out of your body at a creeping pace.

The spot you sat in, hadn’t changed much since your first date with Derek. It was still isolated and it gave off the best views in Beacon Hills. Nobody knew about it but you and Derek.

Sighing deeply, you looked out over the viewing point- watching the tiny specks of light flicker in the distance. Every single light showed a different life that was being lived, each one with their own struggles. Beacon Hills was something else to say the least.

“I knew I could find you here.” A familiar voice broke your train of thought.

You kept silent, staring straight ahead, willing that your bottom lip wouldn’t start trembling and the flood gate wouldn’t open in your eyes.

“Look I’m sorry.”

You sniffed, still unable to look your husband in the eyes, “Are you though?” You briefly shut your eyes to stop any tears from breaking through, “or are you just saying that to get on my good side.”

You could feel Derek’s presence settle down besides your own. His breath creating little puffs of mist under the dark sky.

“I didn’t realise you were trying to help me, until it was too late and you’d left the apartment” He muttered, “It’s my fault, I should’ve taken your advice, I should’ve listened to you.”

You listened intently, knowing his words were sincere and heartfelt, “Why didn’t you listen to me then Der?” You responded bitterly.

“Because accepting help means showing weakness, and showing weakness is something I haven’t done since before the fire.” Derek’s voice was small now, “Before I met you, accepting help was off the table- I was a lone wolf, with no pack or family. And now I’ve found you and I’m desperate to not lose that again, I can’t lose you to this new threat in town- I can’t be alone again.”

Silence hung heavy in the air as your husband’s words set in. It made sense to you; why he was studying non-stop, why he had barely slept or ate.

It was apparent that while he was trying to protect his loved ones, he was also pushing them away in the process. That needed to change.

“You won’t be alone Der,” You lay your head down on his shoulder, “I promise that much- it’s you and me forever.”

“Through every supernatural event that happens in this town?”

You giggled softly, “Yes, and every single thing in between.”

#derekhale #derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf masterlist #teenwolf #teen wolf #requested

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treesnutsandleaveswrites · 3 years

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Finding Home

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader (Polyam)

Summary: Your mission with the Batch is a success and you get time to relax

Warning: mentions of weapons, fluff, light angst

Word Count: 1582

A/N: Just a little relaxing chapter for you all xoxo

pt xiii, pt xv

XXXXXXX

You laid on the ledge, watching over the others through your scope.

“Lodestar, anything?”

“No movement whatsoever.” You responded, looking to your side where Omega was laid next to you with binoculars, “Omega?”

“All clear. Nothing.”

“I’m going in. Echo, cover me.” Hunter affirmed.

You nodded, looking through the scope of your rifle again. You watched as he and Echo made their way through the small valley, moving stealthily between the rocks. You then averted your attention to your surroundings, looking out for some unwanted company. Tech and Wrecker were on the other side of the valley, waiting just above also.

“Um… Lodestar?” Omega caught your attention, “What’s that?”

She handed you the binoculars and helped you look to the direction she was observing beforehand. You then saw the lizard-like creature stalking Hunter and Echo’s trail. You quickly gave the binoculars back before speaking into your communicator.

“Hunter, your 5 o’clock!”

He turned, pulled out his knife, and swiped at the creature. It moved back and hissed at him. You positioned your rifle and prepared to shoot, but then Omega exclaimed.

“Wait! Behind it! Look!”

You furrowed your brows before moving your scope to see a nest full of eggs.

“Hunter! Move away slowly! Put your dagger away!” Omega instructed. He hesitated, but did so, which also caused the creature to retreat.

“There’s an alternate path to your left.” Tech declared, “It’s fairly faster than the one you’re taking now.”

“Better timing next time, Tech.” Echo grumbled.

The lot of you made your way back to the speeder after retrieving what Cid’s client wanted. You helped Omega into the speeder before looking at Wrecker as he readied his bike. You smirked and signalled Hunter to drive the speeder while you made your way to the other speeder bike.

“Race you back, Wreck.”

He laughed, “Oh-ho, ad’ika! You’re on!”

You boarded the bike and nodded to him while starting it up.

“Do us the honors, Omega?” You insisted, which caused her to grin.

“Ready… set… GO!” She cried and you took off with Wrecker, who was whooping.

The both of you egged each other on, but then the speeder caught up and found its place between you two. You looked briefly to see the small smirk on Hunter’s face as he maneuvered the speeder. You laughed and revved the bike, overlapping both the speeder and Wrecker.

“Oh no you don’t, ad’ika!” Wrecker shouted, urging the bike.

You and him were at the same pace, but before you could reach the house, Hunter managed to outrun the both of you. You slowed your bike to a stop before hopping off it and laughing while Wrecker grumbled. Omega cheered as she got out of the speeder while Echo laughed at Tech, who’s hair was unkempt and goggled were dusty. Hunter patted Wreckers shoulder to comfort him. D-5 rolled out of the house, circling you.

“He-Hello! Home, home, home!”

You urged him back towards the house, “Kapu might be back in town. The sun’s not up yet, so we can go see him in an hour or so. Come on.”

Omega rushed into the house with D-5 while you all followed behind her. You and the Batch relieved yourselves of your armor, then you went into the kitchen to make a meal for everyone. Omega played with D-5 on the floor while Hunter was discussing some things with Echo, Tech was messing with one of his devices, and Wrecker was knocked out in one of the chairs. This was a sight you missed, it had something new in it, but was still missing a little bit of something else. You managed a small smile while going back to cooking. You then placed a large bowl down with the food along with some plates.

“Dig in.” You announced.

They didn’t deny the food being offered and started eating. It has been a long time since they’ve had a real cooked meal other than rations and Mantell Mix, so they cherished every bite taken. You stood, watching and admiring them. You were finally relishing that they were really here with you and it wasn’t some fantasy you would often have after the incident on Coruscant. Omega was a great addition to the Batch, but it didn’t fully fill the hole where Crosshair was supposed to be. If he were here, you knew the two of you would be yelling over each other, but then ended up in one another’s arms as if you hadn’t left. You felt a small bump and looked down to see D-5.

“Sad. Star sad.”

You shook your head and crouched down, “You keep bumping into people like that, your balance module will come out of place again.” You pushed him back towards Omega before making your way to the bed where Hunter was sitting, having finished eating. Echo had moved to the sofa where Tech was, talking to him about his arm or something like that. Omega was leaning against the chair Wrecker was sitting on, eyes getting droopy. You laughed gently before going over to her and picking her up.

“C’mon.”

“Not tired.” She murmured as you placed her on the bed behind Hunter, moving the covers so she could get under them.

“Wrecker used to say the same thing.” You whispered while tucking her in.

You turned back to the others while taking your seat again.

“You should rest too.” Echo insisted, “You haven’t since your last mission.”

You shook your head, looking down to your hands, “I… don’t sleep that often anymore. I’ll be alright.”

D-5 rolled in front of you, “Bad-bad dreams.”

You sighed, “Mind your business before I shut you down.” You kicked him gently.

“You sure it wasn’t you who made his balance module wonky?” Tech smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Wow… when did you find your sense of humor?”

He tossed a pillow from the couch towards you, which you caught.

“Hey,” You whispered, “Omega’s sleeping!”

They all managed to chuckle, nearly all the tension off their shoulders.

“It’s been a while since you’ve all relaxed, huh?’

Echo nodded with a sigh, “We’ve had to deal with a lot… bounty hunters, jobs, even Crosshair…”

“This… is different than just staying on Ord Mantell and waiting for Cid to send us off on a job.” Tech admitted, “It feels almost… like before.”

You nodded, “Yeah… I was thinking the same thing.” You smiled gently, “I really missed this.”

“We missed you, mesh’la.” Hunter murmured, bringing you closer to him and placing a kiss on your head, “So much…”

You looked at them as they all nodded, which caused tears to come to your eyes. Hunter placed a hand on your face and shushed you.

“It’s alright, cyare, we understand.”

Wrecker spoke up, “Are you… are gonna come back with us? To Ord Mantell?”

You took a moment to look at him before shrugging, “I don't have much here. This place was just… refuge. It was never home.”

“Kamino was home-”

“No,” You muttered, “Kamino wasn’t home. Not to me. Kamino was an escape from my past… Home was with you. All of you. That was home.”

“Are you ready to come home then, cyar’ika?”

You looked at them all before nodding, “Yes. Yes, I am…”

*******

You stood in the shop while Kapu talked to Cid through the holo device.

“Yeah, your boys got it. They’ll be back soon.”

“Good. Nice doing business with ya, Kapu.”

“Does that mean I get that date?”

Cid scoffed before hanging up, which caused Kapu to laugh.

“She loves me.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile before heading to him.

“Gonna miss me, Kapu?”

“I’ve been tryna get rid of you, girl!”

You laughed and set down a bag of credits, “Here.”

“What for?”

“Letting me stay here?”

He picked up the pouch and poured it out into his hand, then used another had to take half the pile before putting the rest of the credits back into the pouch and tossing it back to you.

“I ain’t no charity. And take D-5 with you so I don’t need to worry about smashing him with no door again.”

You nodded before walking out with the Batch. You hiked up your bag on your shoulder and looked down at Omega as she was holding D-5.

“Gonky will have a new friend!”

“Gonky still works?” You asked incredulously while Tech nodded.

“Surprisingly, yes.”

After a bit of walking, you all arrived at the ship and you stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of it.

“Wow… still looks the same.”

“Wrecker wanted to put Senator Amidala up there above the hatch.”

“I thought that was just a joke!” You exclaimed.

“He thought it’d cheer us up after Coruscant.”

You shook your head with a smile while boarding the ship.

“I’m glad you didn’t or else I would’ve turned back around.”

Omega rushed in with D-5, climbing up into the gunner’s mount. You furrowed your brows slightly.

“It’s her own little space…”

You nodded, “That’s good. It’s hard dealing with you guys all the time.”

“She’s used to it by now.” Echo laughed before making his way into the cockpit.

You placed your bag down and walked into the cockpit also, relishing the feel of it again. Omega rushed in and sat in the seat that used to be yours. You smiled and took the seat that was once Crosshair’s.

“Alright, setting route for Ord Mantell.” Tech announced as everyone settled in.

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