#v; Not a Threat {Teen Wolf}

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Tag dump

#Quiet and Humble Vampire {Visage} #c;; Alistair Hart #h;; Alistair Hart #Alistair things #Fangs and Bright Blue Eyes {Wardrobe} #v; A Young Noble {Pre Transition} #v; Finding a Place in the World {Main} #v; Just Fine Without a Coven {Underworld} #v; Vampire in the Big Easy {Renfield} #v; Still Hidden and Keeping it That Way {True Blood} #v; Hiding in Plain Sight {Supernatural} #v; A Foot in Two Worlds {Twilight} #v; Not a Threat {Teen Wolf} #v; Just a Chef {Crescent City} #gif tw

[011994]

ALLISON CELESTE ARGENT —— private , slow , writing exploration BY BAST / they, she / 30s. [beta editor] #011994

A STUDY IN : COMING BACK WRONG , misplaced retribution , girlhood stolen , female horror , violence as a weapon to regain stability , ABANDONING YOUR OLD SELF , reveling in the present , running from ties that bind us , grief . BLOGROLL: @bluntache , @baitlure , @enlaw , @aliterary .

basic rules are mutuals preferred plus name & age somewhere on your blog –– do not follow if you are a under 18 –– no drama , no call outs , and no fat shaming , transphobic or otherwise nasty things or i’ll hard block you .  

— index. // annotation , i .

this is an mutuals only independent writing role play blog for allison argent of the mtv's teen wolf  as written by bast . i track the tag #011994 . prev. oncewarm.  any similarities to other ‘allison’ blogs is coincidence &  and they are not me .  at the moment , i am not duplicate friendly . other blogs i write include :

— author note. // annotation , ii .

i write using 50x50 px icons with faux block quotes , generally simple formatting such as bold , italic , and hyper linked sentences . i use small text and big text to emphasize certain phrases . I AM IN THE BETA EDITOR. i will follow iconless blogs if the writing looks good. i suffer from ocd, diabetes and aniscoria (meaning it's hard for me to see).

my writing is succinct and to the point with powerful punches of metaphor put in randomly. my writing is more beige prose than purple but i don’t mind if you are. just know i may write half of what you write. i am always quality over quantity. i do not like clutter or stressful to navigate dashboards . i am a sucker for aesthetics but friendliness goes a long way for me .

— footnote. // annotation , iii .

do not follow me if , you are involved with / seek out drama. i am slow and low activity . i like or draft all replies i see . if you have not seen a reply in a little while , feel free to dm the link to me ! i work a lot, so i’m not online often.

unfollowing / soft blocking , is something i do. i may do this if i am unhappy with my dash, if we do not interact, or i feel our muses will not click . if i am truly offended by you , i will hard block.

      DO NOT COLLECT MY MUSE . aka , if i see you already ship with several allisons i may be hesitant to follow .

— footnote. // annotation , iv .

divergencies include only allison's death really . i have not viewed the season finale of t.een w.olf nor the recent movie . therefore i'm fuzzy on details past that . my allison is more of an original character with her personality and most of her canon experiences up until her surrogate death . after that i diverge from typical canon .

ships that i am open to include the following muses : derek & lydia are top tier , then second tier preferences are scott & stiles (preferably during his darker plot line) , as well as last tier —— though no less enjoyable for me : parrish , isaac , malia . non canon muses will be considered if i am approached ofc.

— local missing flyer. // annotation , v .

. . . ALLISON ARGENT . MISSING - RUNAWAY [DEAD] . united states citizen . hometown : beacon hills , california . unmarried , single . cis female . born 1994 .

— police report. // annotation , vi .

. . . ALLISON CELESTE ARGENT , no known alias. 5’8 . missing female , 17 in 2011 , not considered dangerous . may be suffering amnesia . last known location , rural veterinarian clinic , no body found . suspects investigated but found no leads .

— bestiary. // annotation , vii .

currently , some leads suggest seeing a similar female in height and appearance but leads have bore no fruit. allison is a ghost, flittering from ghost town to ghost town seeking to rid the country of its lurking supernatural threats.

BACKSTORY ! allison awakens buried alive in a shallow grave , digs her way out with her bare hands and wanders until finding herself at her family home . her father is gone . isaac is gone . she takes her things , weapons , etc. and leaves , not wishing to see anyone . she is suffering from trauma , disassociation and confusion . there are also bouts of amnesia that sometimes flare up when attempting to remember faces or names for 2-3 days afterwards . allison is determined to exterminate those who harm others and to protect those who are human from other worldly threats while admitting to herself , she feels sick satisfaction when killing . it's one of the few times she's feels really alive again .

A STUDY IN : COMING BACK WRONG , misplaced retribution , girlhood stolen , female horror , violence as a weapon to regain stability , ABANDONING YOUR OLD SELF , revealing in the present , running from ties that bind us , grief .

#pinned post. #allison argent rp #teen wolf rp #supernatural rp #indie teen wolf rp #sp. #hannibal rp #horror rp

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#i had a dream i was facetiming my brothers ex and we were catching up n laughing n i have not known peace since #jake v was also there??? and we were fighting some evil threat n i was shitting him down but i digress thats just the teen wolf talking #*shutting him down #anyways maybe i miss her and im sick of being mad and she was the closest thing ive had of a friend outside of family in a while and what a #bout it #like she annoyed /the shit/ out of me a lot of the times #she only annoyed me cause she was so..ugh..picuinhas?? copinho de leite?? lovey dovet clingy extra mode??? #but shes a nice girl!! and kind and easy going n understanding???? #idk maybe i /do/ miss her :cc #personal

[rememberiloveyou]

Teen Wolf: Where Are They Now

So obviously these are my headcanons/predictions/opinions and you are in no way obligated to agree with me, however, here is what I think each character would be up to by the time we get the reboot movie in 2022:

Scott McCall, age 27:

I think Scott just recently graduated from UC Davis with a degree in Veterinary Medicine. (because he had to take classes sporadically due to the ongoing hunter v supernatural war). He’s been trying to keep things under control while also furthering his own career and life.

He is working at an animal clinic still, but he gets to handle his own cases!

He and Malia are still going strong, they share an apartment in down town Beacon Hills.

Stiles Stilinski, age 27:

Stiles is an active duty FBI Agent running the “Supernatural Unit” with a couple of other people in the know. They get called in when it looks like a serial killer or problems a town has been having could actually be a supernatural threat.

He lives with Lydia in DC, and he’s been working up the nerve to propose to her. He bought a ring 3 months ago and keeps waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Lydia Martin, age 27:

Lydia is working as a resident in a hospital in DC. She lives with Stiles and is suspicious that he might propose within the next year or so.

She talks to Malia at least 3 times a week on the phone or over facetime and they complain about how their boyfriends are in love with each other.

She graduated 2 years early from MIT and is on her way to her MD (she already has it) and her PhD.

Malia Tate, age 27:

Malia is working as an animal photographer. Her passion is working with animals so she’s hoping to either become a Zookeeper or be able to work in an animal shelter, once she has the right qualifications. She shares an apartment with Scott, and they are still going strong.

She is also pretty sure that Stiles is going to propose to Lydia soon, and she’s annoyed that they live so far away and she can’t sniff it out via chemo-signals.

Liam Dunbar, age 24:

Liam went off to UCLA for college and ended up settling in LA. He is returning to help Scott out. He was a business major.

Mason Hewitt, age 24:

Mason went to USC on a full scholarship. He majored in bio-chem and is studying to become a doctor. He and Lydia are in pretty constant contact, Lydia gives him advice for med school and how to survive residency.

Theo Raeken:

This man has literally never crossed my mind. Bye.

Derek Hale, age 34:

I’d like to believe that he and Braeden reconnected and are thinking about settling down. But right now they are off running international missions for Scott against Monroe’s still active forces.

Jackson Whittemore/Ethan, age 27-29 (I know Jackson was supposed to be older than the mains, so):

These two are also off in Europe running ops for Scott and keeping tabs on the Hunter v Supernatural war.

(they will eventually start their own wing of the foster care system dedicated to placing supernatural children with other supernatural families)

Kira Yukimura, age 27:

Kira is still working with the skinwalkers on and off, when she isn’t she’s living in New York and studying to earn her teaching degree. She will occasionally help Stiles and Lydia out with supernatural issues on the East Coast.

Isaac Lahey, age 27:

Isaac moved back to the US and ended up attending GWU with Stiles. He is dating Stiles’s FBI partner Lexi (I’m aware she’s an OC, but until I’m proven wrong I’m rolling with it). He ended up studying poli-sci and he’s interning/working as an assistant for a politician in DC. He still wears a lot of scarves, and Stiles hates it.

Sheriff:

He is still working in Beacon Hills though he’s getting close to retirement. He’s been pestering Stiles about whether he wants his own police force, trying to get him to move home and take over the role.

Melissa:

She is still working as a nurse, though she has a system in place so that she gets the first look at any supernatural case.

Argent:

He helps run West Coast operations with Scott and will frequently take trips up to the Pacific NorthWest to check on things.

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #teen wolf reboot #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #malia tate #isaac lahey #liam dunbar #kira yukimura #derek hale #sheriff stilinski #chris argent #melissa mccall #mason hewitt #jackson whittemore

[waywardrose-archive]

MASTERLIST

Under the cut are x-reader fics for:

Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansman)

Pale (Burn This)

Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die)

Adam Sackler (HBO’s Girls)

Jacques le Gris (The Last Duel)

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky)

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story)

Abraham H. Parnassus (Saturday Night Live)

Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Armitage Hux (Star Wars)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You)

+ Miscellaneous fics (and more! 👀)

updated: June 21, 2023

BLACKKKLANSMAN

reader x flip zimmerman

🌹 A Reintroduction

rating: teen+, 1.5k, gender-neutral!reader, flip is dishonest, but also thirsty, drug-dealing mention

Flip. Your Flip is with the cops. He has a gun and a badge and everything.

That didn’t make any sense.

🌹 Flashfic: Flip could get it ✊

🌹 Flashfic: How do you think Flip would react to his wife’s changing body during pregnancy?

🌹 Flashfic: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

🌹 Flashfic: How do they picture their future with their s/o?

🌹 The Handler

rating: explicit, 4.4k, sexism, violence, abusive language, blood (bc of the violence), drug mention, guns mention, child sex-trafficking mention, rape threat, jealousy, fighting

You propped your cowboy boot on the table edge and took a long drink of beer. No one sitting at the table with you paid your rudeness any mind. In fact, Johnny Claiborne promptly placed his callused hand on your bare knee.

🌹 It’s Too Late To Turn Back Now

rating: teen, 2.1k, past physical-abuse mention, brief injury description, off-screen murder, period-typical sexism

The first time Flip saw you, you were bruised and cuffed. The scuttlebutt around the precinct was you had run over and murdered your abusive ex-boyfriend.

🌹 Queen of the Roller Derby

rating: mature, 2.3k, vague injury description, anachronistic sports teams and organizations

He couldn’t believe… Well, a lot of things. First, that he’d been invited. Second, that he was looking forward to the bout. Third, that he was anxious for your well-being.

🌹 NSFW Alphabet Series

ABC | DE | FGH | IJK | LMN | OP | QRS | TU | V | WXYZ

Bonus: My five favorite things about Flip Zimmerman

rating: explicit, 32k, stand-alone vignettes, oral sex, fluff, angst with happy ending, masturbation, daddy kink, public and semi-public sex, kind-of somnophilia, drug use, under-negotiated bondage and spanking, soft domming, ass play

Your legs went limp on Flip’s shoulders, and you felt him eased them down to the bed. He ran his big hands up your sides and then under your back as he bent forward.

🌹 Still the Same

rating: explicit, 13k, fem!reader, high-school!flip+reader, vaguely 1969 (with inaccuracies), fingering, handjobs, pining, military draft/service (with inaccuracies), colorado setting, period-typical drug use, magical first time, angst with happy ending

He cracked the window, letting in the crisp spring air. It was too dark to see where specifically he was looking, but he had turned to face you. One hand remained on the steering wheel, the other over the back of the seat.

He offered, “Wanna get in the back?”

“Sure,” you said, dropping your purse on the floor, and opened your door.

🌹 Three-day Weekend

rating: explicit, 3.2k, daddy kink, daddy dom, reader is not a little, off-screen negotiation, edging, oral sex, mild spanking

You woke to a hot hand sliding across your bare middle and lips kissing your shoulder. There was the tickle of whiskers, and you turned your head towards disruption. With a sigh, you opened your eyes to watch Flip kiss your shoulder again. He looked up at you as his hand traveled under the sheet bunched below your waist.

“Mornin’, baby,” he said. His voice was sleep-rough yet tender.

🌹 Triple-Feature

rating: mature, 2.8k, old-fashioned living arrangements, making out

The Aircadia Drive-In was running a classic-horror triple-feature this Saturday night. You read in the paper they were playing The Wolf Man, Frankenstein, and Dracula. That evening, you rang Flip and asked him out on a date. You even offered to pay.

🌹 You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet

rating: mature, 2.8k, detective reader, estranged married couple, smoking, period-typical sexism, dirty talk

…you balanced your mother’s big Tupperware container filled with homemade Samoas cookies. They were Flip’s favorite, and he detested sharing them. But he would have to—because you were famous around the station for your cookies.

You hoped he only got one. It would serve him right.

🌹 You Can Leave Your Skates On

rating: explicit, 2k, almost uniform kink, roller derby mention, clothed female naked male

The sink counter was strewn with make-up and hair tools and the pair of scissors from the kitchen. Before he could ask what the hell all this was for, you kissed his cheek and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Spiritual sequel to Queen of the Roller Derby

🌹 You Light Up My Life

rating: teen, 1.4k, sneakiness, secrets, fluffy married life

The first time you knew something was up was when Flip started his car and hurried to change the radio station.

🌹 You’re the Inspiration

rating: teen, 854, past alcohol abuse, fluffy afternoon

Flip sat in his switched off car and stared at the dark house. He wanted to break something.

BURN THIS

reader x pale

🌹 In the Night We Trust | playlist on spotify

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

rating: explicit, 57k, pretty woman au, prostitute reader, 1980s/90s, drug use mention, alcohol consumption, inherent power imbalance, soft dom, choking (not breathplay), safe sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, public dirty talk, rough sex, mild spanking, fighting, abusive language, attempted sexual assault, aftercare

“So tell me, Pale, are you in town on business or pleasure?”

“Business…” He looks at your lips. “Until now.”

THE DEAD DON’T DIE

reader x ronald peterson

🌹 A Grave New World

rating: teen+, 804, canon-typical violence, missing parents

You’d only gone on one date—a really nice date, too—with Ronnie Peterson and then the zombie apocalypse happened. Like, what the actual fuck?

GIRLS (HBO)

reader x adam sackler

🌹 Flashfic: …imagine him trying to cuddle and smooch his gf in public and she’s like “😬😬 what are you doing…? Mmm, I guess it’s not so bad”

🌹 Flashfic: please. please tell me about licking sackler’s sack. its all i can think about. my mind has been infected by thoughts of adam sacklers balls in my mouth

🌹 Improving His Taste

rating: teen+, 2.2k, post s05e10, arguments with SO, making out

You were so sick of Adam Sackler and his tempestuous girlfriends.

🌹 Let Me Explain

rating: teen+, 1.2k, light angst, happy ending

“Whoa, let me explain!” Adam implored while teetering in patent leather stilettos, a chef’s knife with slices of carrot sticking to it in his hand. He grabbed the kitchen counter with his left to steady himself.

🌹 There Is A Light (That Never Goes Out)

rating: explicit, 4.3k, canon-typical buffoonery, jealousy, brief non-con element, femdom-ish reader, oral sex

“Take off your clothes,” he murmured after kissing you. “And crawl to my bed.”

THE LAST DUEL

reader x jacques le gris

🌹 Fair Is Foul

rating: teen, 1.8k, historical inaccuracies, timeline inaccuracies, anachronisms, medieval flirting, sad/open ending, minor spoilers(?), rape mention

The other ladies at court told you not to demean yourself by keeping company with a squire. You pointed out that said squire had Count Pierre’s favor. Said squire might even be favored above any knight.

🌹 To Honor and Innocence

rating: mature, 5.3k, fem!reader, young!jacques, historical/jousting inaccuracies, ✨the middle ages were magic✨, catholic imagery, reader has a spring/summer birthday, just roll with me, making out, thigh riding, euphemisms galore

You needed to look away, but you couldn’t. He was striking with the sudden high color in his cheeks and glittering eyes. His smile softened around the edges, and your heart soared at the sight.

Look away, you’d told yourself. Look away before you lose yourself.

LOGAN LUCKY

reader x clyde logan

🌹 A Newer World

rating: teen, 1.3k, PTSD symptom mention

Jimmy leaned across the patio table, bottle of Coors in hand. “So, when you gonna make an honest woman outta her?”

🌹 Lucky Me Lucky You | duck tape jukebox on spotify | ambient mix by Sushii

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet [2.1k]

rating: explicit, 33k, counter-espionage, angst with happy ending, alcohol consumption

You’d had big plans for your future. He’d had big plans, too. During senior year, you’d overheard him talking before class about joining the Army. You had thought about him in that service uniform and how handsome he would look.

Thirteen years later, Clyde was tending bar, sans uniform and missing part of his left arm. At the same time, you were working at the data-entry/call-center down the road from the house you inherited from your late grandmother.

So much for big plans.

🌹 When I Saw You

rating: mature/explicit, 3k, hairdresser!reader, touch-starved!clyde, post movie, erotic fantasies

In his fantasies, he always has both hands.

Which he knows is ironic.

MARRIAGE STORY

reader x charlie barber

🌹 Finding Treasure in the Dark

1 | 2

rating: explicit, 18k, submissive!female-reader, dom!charlie, under-negotiated bdsm, impact play, nipple play, oral sex, anal sex, piv sex, restraints, rope bondage, edging, semi-public fingering, sex toys, handjobs, public teasing

“Yes!“ she hissed in delight. "I told Professor Barber straight out I didn’t do that crap. Or let him boss me around. That’s why I dropped him, you know. If he wants some Stepford to indulge his impulses, he should go to Fetster or whatever.”

Your eyes went wide, and you shifted in your seat, faux-yawning and stretching your arms to cover the movement. You knew Charlie Barber.

🌹 Sweet Angel

rating: explicit, 3k, fluff, dog adoption, insecure!Charlie, piv sex

Since moving to a house with a fenced yard, Henry has been focused on getting a dog. First, it was getting a puppy for Christmas. When that hadn’t panned out, a dog for his birthday. Nicole wouldn’t install a real fence at her place, but tried to distract him with a new iPad.

That worked for a month.

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

reader x abraham h. parnassus

🌹 Flashfic: …what would young!Abe do for his wife on [Valentine’s Day]??

🌹 Flashfic: Abe Parnassus vibes jacquesdemys.tumblr com/post/125815250515

🌹 His Girl On A Friday

rating: teen+, 1.2k, corporate espionage, seduction

You’ve been sent by your father, Henry Pickens, to spy on his rival: Abraham H. Parnassus.

🌹 Indulgences

rating: mature, 1.5k, fem!reader, vaguely 1950s, old-fashioned euphemisms, dub-con-ish at first, public fingering, mild edging

It’s official: Don Carlos is boring. Yes, it’s a fundraiser. And of course, you agreed to purchase tickets. Anything to support The Met. But this opera, while beautiful, is dull.

🌹 My Baby Just Cares for Me Series

rating: explicit, sheltered-artist reader, vaguely 1950s, no vintage racism, written with old-fashioned sensibilities and euphemisms, oral sex, alcohol consumption, semi-public sex, sex toys, vaginal fingering, first time

— Expanding One’s Horizons [5k]

“We all need to expand our horizons,” you said as you went to the dining room to turn off the lights.

“Indeed we do, my love.”

— Tension Tamer [3k]

The mattress trembled under you. The softly lit face of your alarm clock said it was after three. You knew it must be work that had awoken him. The company was in the middle of a merger and tensions were high.

— A Treasure More Than Gold [2.2k]

You met your husband’s eyes across the dance floor of Hotel Astor’s ballroom. He’d let his five o'clock shadow develop into a short Vandyke beard in preparation for Babe Paley’s Halloween gala.

— Minx [2.7k]

Abe groaned into the coverlet as you pressed your thumbs on either side of his spine. His muscles were slowly losing their tightness. You didn’t think his desk chair at work was supporting him properly. Most likely, he never sat in it except to sign documents.

— It’s Magic [4.4k]

Don’t go to art school, they said.

— Two To Tango [7k]

You sat at the bistro table tucked in the corner of the pasticceria. Abe sat across from you, tiny plates of bite-sized cake on the table between you.

STAR WARS

general

🌹 The Skywalker Ascension

rating: teen, 4.5k, tros revision, mc death, angst, lightsaber battles, retcon timeline

“All the Sith live in me,” he vows. “You will be empress, and we will be one.”

While disgust churns her gut, she will not hate, she will not give in.

To him or to anyone.

🌹 Unsanctioned

rating: general, 371, universe jumping, pre-tfa, my poor attempt at humor

You’re taking the walk of shame to the kitchen, arms full of dirty dishes.

kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Bombing Out

rating: mature, 1.4k, canon compliant, cannoli kylux, gambling, strip sabacc, alcohol consumption, afterlife, mutual pining, arguing

He didn’t know why he was playing sabacc. He didn’t like card games. There was hardly any strategy. No planning. Everything was left to chance. It was messy. And the gambling. He didn’t mind risk, of course, but one had to match their opponents’ bets. Which meant the opponent had too much control.

It was idiotic.

About as idiotic as his opponent, Ben Solo—

Who had literally lost his shirt last round.

🌹 Iron Moon Series on AO3 | photoset | spotify playlist by ayudameme

rating: explicit, 36k, canon universe, xeno-vampires, canon-typical violence, the first order wins, soft kylux, but with blood, knife play, blood drinking

He wanted to taste it, lick it all up. He wanted to run his tongue along the cauterized edges of the cut on Ren’s face. He wanted to follow it down under Ren’s ruined clothing.

reader x armitage hux

🌹 Flashfic: Armitage Hux is low key hot

🌹 Flashfic: I want Hux to throat fuck me

🌹 Succor

rating: mature, 2.4k, shy princess reader, fo-leader hux, the first order won, arranged marriage, dirty talk

You felt your dinner guests’ eyes on you, their judgements. You ignored them while hiding behind the courtly rituals you’d been taught since childhood.

reader x kylo ren | ben solo

🌹 All the Time in the Galaxy

rating: teen, 1.9k, kor reader, mutual pining, first kiss

“Lady Ren, pardon the interruption—” You didn’t know what he was interrupting. You were both standing in silence. “—The techs have noticed something strange here on Starkiller.”

🌹 Call It In the Ring Series

rating: teen-mature, college au, art-majors kylo and reader, first date, sibling fights, nude photography, assisted masturbation, phone sex, fingering

— Hotshot House Show [2.5k]

You checked the address one more time on your phone. It was right, but definitely not what you expected when Kylo offered to make you dinner.

— Worked Shoot [5k]

Photography midterms were due in two weeks, and you only had one of the four photos you needed. You silently berated yourself because you’d known this was coming. It was on the damn syllabus.

But who actually read the syllabus?

— Clean Finish [2k]

You couldn’t believe you were about to do this, you thought as you stood naked in front of the clean bathroom mirror. You didn’t know if Kylo would like it. What if he didn’t?

— Vignette [938]

Ben was all “Morning, beautiful” with a grin Flynn Rider would be proud of. He sat close to you on the sectional sofa—even though there were plenty available places to sit.

— Bonus: I want nothing more than to strip off his clothes piece by piece, kissing any and all skin bared to me.

— Dirty Pre-show [1.3k]

You’d washed at the sink in the studio, but ugh, your jeans are splattered with slip. You’re pretty sure you have some on your face, in your hair. Hell, even one of your ears feels crusty.

How the ever living fuck does it get everywhere?

🌹 Dum Dums

rating: teen, 2.3k, gender-neutral reader, suburban high-school au, fluff, mutual pining, mild angst with happy ending

“Your boyfriend’s looking this way again,” Poe sing-songed before taking a big bite of his apple.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you reply as you set your bottle of water on the lunch tray.

🌹 Flashfic: Please the (fem-dom!reader) story from gc…. I NEED IT

🌹 Flashfic: FAM IM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU… PLEASE PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT GIVING SMOOCHES TO FOREVER SAD BOY KYLO

🌹 Flashfic: How does Kylo spoil his lady?

🌹 Flashfic: So, what do you guys think is Kylo’s favorite way to kiss?

🌹 Hello

rating: mature(ish), 1k, modern au, dream-sharing, pining, possessiveness, nightmare elements, magic/force shenanigans

A phone rang. Burr-ring. Distant at first. Burr-ring. Clanging. Jarring. Burr-ring. It was too dark to find it. You groped around in the cool, damp blackness to find nothing. Burr-ring. You cursed just before your hand slapped against something cold and metal.

🌹 Me and The Devil Series

rating: mature-explicit, modern vampire au, death mention, blood drinking, menstruation, oral sex, biting

— Flashfic: …I want vampire!kylo to do *very* unspeakable things to me :)

— Flashfic: Very bored tonight and [thinking] about vamp!kylo, if you have any, what’re your favorite five about him?

— You’re My Sweetness [2.1k]

“You’re sad,” he murmured, a note of confusion in his words.

“Funerals tend to do that.”

“Let me make it better.”

— Red Wings [1.4k]

So, you laid there and bled onto an overnight pad that had to be the length of a regulation cricket bat.

— Flashfic: Do you have any thoughts on vampire Kylo sensually playing with you with his teeth?

🌹 Not Like the Rest

rating: teen, 948, alcohol consumption, politics

So, Ben’s kept moving for years. He hustles. He’s on committees. He researches everyone around him. He schmoozes.

And he’s schmoozing during a dinner to honor a retiring staffer when he sees you.

🌹 On the Pulse of Mourning

rating: teen, 6.5k, ptsd, angst, disregarding an elder’s wisdom, force choking, force weirdness

He sat on the lowered ramp of his TIE and waited for the Resistance scouts to find him. He didn’t think it would take them long. He’d landed only two klicks from the base.

🌹 The Sofa King

rating: mature, 550, hs au, making out, frottage

Anonymous asked: Ben Solo is such a precious little baby I don't see him making the first move. He would be way too nervous. Like during a movie night you could literally be in his lap, rubbing his chest, purring into his ear and he would just keep his eyes locked on the screen, jaw locked, shifting uncomfortably, and he making silly comments about the movie.

reader x kylo ren x armitage hux

🌹 Precious Pet Series on AO3 | photoset | playlist on spotify

Bonus: NSFW Alphabet for Kylo and Hux [1.6k]

rating: explicit, 335k, canon universe, force-sensitive reader, departing from tfa, stockholm syndrome, force bond, everyone has issues

A hush suddenly fell over the village and you strained to hear anything. Was it over? Had the Order gotten what it wanted? You had a gnawing feeling it was only beginning.

The whoosh of energy—you couldn’t identify the noise, but you knew it wasn’t good—pierced the air. There was a collective horrified gasp and more scrabbling and then more blaster fire. Something had happened, something terrible. Someone’s death had triggered it all. Suddenly, there were screams and controlled violent blasters, and you covered your mouth to muffle your sob. The village was dead. Everyone you knew was dead. Lor San Tekka was gone. You felt it like a punch to the chest.

STAR WARS/DREDD

armitage hux x clan techie

🌹 Little Blue

rating: mature, 1.3k, incest, abuse mention, jealousy, crushes

“I see you’ve been slumming it with the radar techs again,” Armie said from his perch on Techie’s bed.

Techie gnawed on his lip, stepping through the doorway of his berth, and let the door slide shut behind him. He knew it would be stupid to deny it. He was wearing the tech jumpsuit after all.

STRANGER THINGS

reader x eddie munson

🌹 Through A Glass Darkly | playlist on spotify

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | ?

rating: explicit, ?k, canon universe, fem/witchy/goth!reader, magic, slow burn, friends to lovers, series-typical horror, period-typical sexism and homophobia, historical inaccuracies and anachronisms, drug dealing and use, smoking, alcohol use, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fantasizing, one-bed trope, making out, fingering, dirty talk, consensual pursuit and capture, oral sex, handjobs, condoms, piv sex, mild spanking, reader’s father is a dirtbag, mild spanking, magical violation, mental torture, body horror, aftercare, nightmares, strict parenting, panic attack, past child abuse and abandonment, semi-public sex

Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird?

Weird weird?

He shrugged. He liked weird.

In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

THIS IS WHERE I LEAVE YOU

reader x phillip altman

🌹 Risking Thorns

rating: explicit, 12k, post-movie, ice skating, nice suburban upbringing, slut shaming, almost enemies-to-lovers, prickly reader, phillip gets a short leash, bastardization of a jewish holiday, fingering, semi-public sex, phone sex, spanking threat

Once she pulled out of the parking lot, you asked, “So, where are we going?”

“Altman’s? I thought you got your skates sharpened there, too?”

Mental alarms went off as you shook your head. You knew the Altmans…

THE WITCHER

yennefer x geralt

🌹 Nailed Into Place

rating: explicit, 14k, modern new orleans au, inspired by s01e03 “betrayer moon”, mishmash of nola folklore, i’ve altered the striga curse (pray i don’t alter it further), references to s01e05 “bottled appetites”, timeline what timeline, alcohol consumption, incest mention, pedophilia mention, injuries, blood, ableist language, a sprinkling of geralt/jaskier

Geralt Rivia is the only witcher in New Orleans. He’s typically hard to find until Jaskier decides to announce on Instagram where he’ll be performing via selfies with Geralt in the background. Baron Ostrit, an associate of mob-connected Foltest Temeria, shows up to hire Geralt to rescue his daughter from slavers. Another princess to save. Geralt finds himself in a tangle lies, from the Marigny to the Garden District—and consulting with a mage he hasn’t seen in years…

MISCELLANEOUS

🌹 Character Soundtrack

Songs and playlists for characters I (and others) associate with them. Feel free to message me with ideas!

🌹 BlacKkKlansman Supercut

Flip Zimmerman scenes only.

🌹 Logan Lucky Supercut

Clyde Logan scenes only.

🌹 Burn This - Audio

Bootleg audio recording of the play.

[fantomcomics]

What’s Out This Week? 11/17

Did y’all see all the awesome new merch we got in? Might be time to get cracking on that holiday shopping *winkwinknudgenudge*

Tidesong GN - Wendy Xu

Sophie is a young witch whose mother and grandma put pressure on her to attend the best magic school in the realm, even though her control over her magic is shaky at best. To help her prepare for the school's entrance exams, they send her away to train with relatives she's never met. However, Sophie's Great Aunt and cousin Sage won't let Sophie near a spell book. Frustrated, Sophie attempts magic on her own, but a spell goes horribly awry and she accidentally entangles herself with a young water dragon named Lir. Even though Lir has lost his memories and his ability to shift into his dragon form, he is skilled at magic. With his help, Sophie might just ace her entrance exams, but that means thwarting Lir's attempts to regain his memories. Sophie knows what she's doing is wrong, but without Lir's help, can she prove herself?

Carriers #1 - Ben Ferrari, Erica J Heflin, Jim O'Riley, & Elias Martin

Fable, Gladius, Cherrybomb, Dark Dove: no one has heard of these brave heroes... yet... but they are the only thing standing between the citizens of New York and the unseen terrors that lurk all around them. A band of weaponized carrier pigeons, they soar the night sky looking for new threats and find their largest one yet when the Croc King comes climbing up out of the New York sewer!

Getting Dizzy #1 (of 4) - Shea Fontana & Celia Moscote

Dizzy wants to be the best! But in the case of everything she's tried, including roller skating, this teen has only been able to achieve one thing -  disaster. Just when she is ready to pack it in, everything changes when the Negatrixes attack, forcing her to take up the mantle of 'Burb Defender! But if she wants to save the world, she's going to have to assemble the coolest skating crew in the 'Burbs.

Watch Dogs: Legion #1 (of 4) - Sylvain Runberg & Gabriel Germain

London Calling! Mass surveillance, private militias bringing order to the streets, organized crime... the city of London has become a symbol of widespread oppression, and only its people can free it. A resistance movement bringing together genius hackers and insurgents ready for combat, DedSec stands up to free the city from the yoke of these profiteers. While investigating mysterious disappearances in Kennington Oval Camp, journalist Louise Hartford will cross paths with Adam Logan, known as "Spiral", a London DJ whose music has become a symbol of revolt. Together, and with other companions in misfortune, they will have to infiltrate the spheres of power to unravel the truth.

Doctor Who: Empire Of Bad Wolf #1 - Jody Houser & Roberta Ingranata

CELEBRATING THE 25TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE EIGHTH DOCTOR'S DEBUT! Trapped in a parallel universe, Rose Tyler believed her adventures with the Doctor were over. Now, pulled by a mysterious energy into this reality, she must work with two Doctors - the eighth Doctor and the eleventh Doctor - to end the tyrannical rule of the warmongering BAD WOLF EMPRESS!

Radio Apocalypse #1 - Ram V. & Anand Rk

Long after the rock out of space struck the world and turned it all to dust, in Bakerstown stands the last Radio Station on the planet. Radio Apocalypse broadcasting into the unknown, a beacon in the dark for those who wander the lost places. Now change is coming to Bakerstown. Among the refugees flocking into an already precarious settlement, an orphan boy Rion, caught in an indiscretion, will twine his fate with the Radio Station. And in doing so, begin this mixtape of love and heartbreak and interminable hope. This soundtrack to the end of the world.

Whatcha snagging this week, Fantomites?

#What's Out This Week? #WOTW #Radio Apocalypse #Doctor Who: Empire Of Bad Wolf #Watch Dogs Legion #Getting Dizzy #Carriers #Tidesong #comic #comic book #comics #comic books

[permanentlyexhaustedpossum]

A Red Riding Hood Story - Madatobi Fairytale #4

Elements: A serial killer, deception and honesty, Someone gets Eaten

Inspiration: The VERY Messed Up Origins of Little Red Riding Hood | Fables Explainedhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3-XJSwWTLk

Music to Listen to While Reading:Brian Reitzell and Alex Heffes - Wolf attack (Red Riding Hood)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ew5T4iayAmw&list=PL596FDB32F122DE52&index=8

---- This wasn't the first time he'd traveled to visit the Oracle. Most of the time it was with a small squad of adults but since he'd come of age, Tobirama was intent to take the path alone. His brother warned him though, 

"Don't stray from the path." The young man rolled his eyes and pulled the dark red cloak on, grabbing the basket of offerings. "I'm not a child, Hashirama."  But his words fell on deaf ears, as all the elder boy could do was watch with worry and anticipation as his snowy haired fourteen year old brother left before dawn, the darkness falling over his shoulders like an ominous drapery that neither could escape. It was winter solstice and dawn would be with them soon, but the light only lasted so long in the heart of winter. He paced, watching the darkness of the forest envelop the red cloak and the lantern. And he felt despair.

Ignoring the rising uncertainty in his heart, the young man pressed forward in the darkness. Tobirama had been walking this path since he was eight, taking the burden of the Oracle's offerings from his brother who took it from his father. It was his turn yet again, and it would be until Kawarama turned eight in one more year. Sure steps became shorter in the darkness, as the path trailed it's way from left to right, around trees and through the ravine he remembered well. What he didn't, in the early light of morning as it splashed across dead and sleeping trees, was the rock slide that wasn't there weeks ago when he'd made his last trip. He stopped, raising the lantern to see better in the just barely there morning glow. He frowned. What ever had happened up on the mountain side, this was the effect. 

"Problems?" A deep voice rumbled from off the trail. "None that concern you, Spirit." Tobirama quipped, not excited at all that he'd been watched this whole time. "Guess it doesn't." It huffed, a low growl and Tobirama straightened, making no quick movements. This was no spirit. This was a wolf. "Then I guess you won't need help getting over it... or... around..." It teased. The red eyed boy turned slowly, looking to the sides for a way around, the rocks only piled higher on the right and on the left... a drop off to the forest floor below. "Tch." The sunlight was slowly creeping over the hillside, through the trees and Tobirama needed to think fast. "And what? You know a way around?" "As a matter of fact-" "No." "Hey I wasn't finished!" The wolf padded out as Tobirama started to climb the rocks in an attempt to get over, only realizing afterwards how hard it'd be with the offerings. He clung to the side. "You're gonna fall." "No I won't. I am sticking to the path." He could almost hear the wolf roll his eyes. 

The wolf watched him struggle for a good half hour with the rocks only to slide or almost fall. "You could just let me carry your basket. You've almost broken the damn thing just trying to get over this rock." "Tch." Tobirama was only getting madder by the moment, having to listen to the goading wolf, no doubt waiting for him to fall or fail, tired and miserable so he could tear into him like the beast- "Ugh you're so annoying." The wolf bounded up and around, grabbing at the cloak tied securely around Tobirama and tugging. The boy began to fight. "Stop! I will skin you!" The wolf let out an annoyed huff, dragging him the rest of the way up the hill without remorse only to drop him at the top and sit back on his hind legs. The damn thing had the audacity to look smug. Tobirama grunted, moving slow and getting up, watching in the morning light. "Suppose you want a thank you." The boy spat, watching the black wolf and his unusual red eyes. "A kiss would be nice.. yes?" The wolf barked the moment the rock hit him in the face. "I deserved that." A huff from the snowy teen under the red hood. "You're an asshole." It huffed right back. “I'm only trying to help you. This path is dangerous. You need to take another route." "I won't." Tobirama denied it, unsure what the wolf's intentions were, but ignoring him for the rest of the morning as he struggled to get down the other side of the rocks without damaging the offerings or breaking a leg. 

Halfway through the day and most of the way down the trail, Tobirama realized the wolf was either really patient or really bored. Neither would bode well. He gripped the dagger inside his cloak tightly, on edge and wondering when-"You know you should really watch where youre-" "Ah!" "Going." The wolf stood at the edge of the small drop off Tobirama managed to not see and fall right into. "Fuck you!" He shouted from the bottom of the ravine. "That... would be nice however-" "Disgusting asshole!" A groan escaped the wolf and he almost looked human the way he brought a paw to his face. "I'm coming down there. Don't stab me with that pig sticker!" "Don't you dare-" 

The dark wolf bounded down, paws crunching in the snow and twigs and Tobirama stiffened until-"Get on." The wolf bent down, a dark contrast in the snow. Tobirama fought the idea for a moment before he realized he wasn't going to shake the wolf like this. "Fine. But no funny business." "Wouldn't dream of it." Pale hands gripped dark fur as the young boy climbed onto the wolf's back and held the basket close. And off they went, bounding around the snow and rocky drop offs, through the sleeping trees and in the warm sunlight. The wolf didn't try to steer to far from the path, though they could not reach it from where they were below. "What's your name?" "I wish I could remember." Came the reply. "Most wolves do not speak." "How clever of you to have figured that out." Tobirama looked up at the sky, feeling the warmth of the fur beneath his legs and in his hand. 

-- Hashirama nearly wailed when his father forbid him from going after Tobirama. "It's his duty. You will not interfere or the Oracle may see it as a threat." "He should have been there an hour ago! And the crystals haven't glowed!" He watched Butsuma's face twist. He knew it too. Hell they all did. But this was Tobirama's first time alone and he was determined that nothing should go awry. "Fine. But you're not to approach the Oracle in anyway!"Not needing another word, Hashirama snatched his axe and cloak and bolted out the door. Butsuma grumbled. "Those Uchiha better not have gotten in the way. They know how sacred this is. Kawarama!" "Yes Father?" The boy of seven came running from the other room. "Fetch your cousin, Touka. I need to send a missive." --

"What are you doing?" "Taking you around. Would you rather die in another ditch?" "Don't be an asshole." The wolf carefully jumped down further away from the elevated trail and onto rocks, going further down. "Besides I think you'd like this. To-bi-ra-ma." The boy rolled his eyes until they rounded the corner and his ruby eyes widened. He'd never seen a frozen waterfall before. His grip tightened in the fur. "See? We should stop for a moment." "We should not." But his words were breathy. "Come on. It won't get you killed." The wolf padded closer and bent down for the boy to get off. "If anything it might save your life." He grumbled. "How?" Tobirama quipped. "Knowing where water is, is always a good idea." The wolf backtracked quickly, not realizing at first how impressive Tobirama's hearing was. The boy played with the idea for a moment but his curiosity got the best of him and he bounded off, crunching through the snow to get a better look. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, glistening in the sunlight like giant crystals of clarity. Time slipped away from him and before he knew it, Tobirama was watching the sun grow golden and his heartbeat sped up. "You! You tricked me!" "I did no such thing." The wolf lazily cleaned his paw, finishing his tiny rabbit meal. Tobirama lost his cool, stomping up to the big wolf and kicked the carcass and snow in his face. "You kept me here!" "You wanted to stay. 'Explore the cavern' you said. It's not my fault you took all afternoon!" He huffed, right in the boy's face. "Take me to the Oracle! Right! Now!" The snowy boy demanded, an accusatory finger at the wolf. Who for a moment, looked like he was debating something, hesitating. "Right now!" "You really don't wanna go." "Why not?!" "She's not like you think-" The indignant sounds the boy made only aggravated him, "Look kid, you need to be more careful, you donno what you're walking into!" "I know just fine." The boy pulled his dagger and the wolf rolled his eyes. "You're just a kid, you don't know anything!" He pawed the thing right from his hand, and huffed, leaning close. "I'm trying to help you." The boy's face twisted for a moment, seeing no way out. "Take. Me. To. The. Oracle." "No. I'm not going anywhere near that witch. You can go if you're so dead set on it. But it's not my fault if you wind up dead." He huffed, almost disappointed and for a moment, Tobirama missed the warmth of the wolf's fur. "Fine." He turned on his heel and crunched across the snow heading North where he could find another trail. The wolf settled down in the snow, watching the red cloak disappear in the white and black forest, angry at himself and the boy.

-- "Grandmother!" Tobirama called from outside the cozy little shack surrounded by twisted trees and curling bushes. Silence was his answer and he began to worry. "Grandmother! It's Tobirama! I am here with the offerings!" He crunched in the darkness of the snow, lantern high, and inwardly cursing the wolf that kept him away for so long. A flicker of light caught his eye and he moved closer, realizing the door was open. Wonder and worry shot through him and he quickly opened the door, pulling back the red hood. "Grandmother!" "In here, little one." Came the slightly unfamiliar growl of her voice.

Tobirama paused, remembering the wolf's words and wondering for the first time that day what it meant and why a wolf would tell him such things. He was no fool. His grandmother was a witch and a vindictive woman. He had no idea how old she was really or if she was even his father's mother. "Coming." He slowly set the basket on the small table, littered with her ingredients... that were covered in dust. He hesitated, then pushed the door to her bedroom open to darkness. "The path was blocked today, Grandmother." "Of course it was, my dear. Come, it's been weeks. Let me look at you.." Tobirama inched closer, eyes already bad enough with poor vision, trying to adjust to the darkness. "Are you sick? Your voice is deeper than I remember." "All the better for you to hear me, my dear." She beckoned him closer and he moved very slow, fingers on the edge of her bed sheets. "Your eyes.. they glow, Grandmother.” "All the better to see you with." She continued, and he felt the panic began to rise in his chest, drawing closer to see the fur poking out from her long gown sleeve. "What big hands you have now..." He was no fool, but any sudden movement would likely set her off. He had no idea what'd become of her. "All the better to hold you with my dear." "And your teeth? They're so sharp and long." Hoping she'd drop whatever illusion this may be, because the old hag was truly starting to unnerve him, Tobirama pressed on. "All the better to," She jerked forward, grabbing him by the arm and startling him, "eat you with, my dear."

Tobirama scrambled in her grip, somewhere between human and wolf, reaching for his dagger when- He remembered the dark wolf had batted it away in the snow. Within seconds, he was thrown across the room, clattering into other objects and slipping as he scrambled for the window only for the wolf to slam it shut, snarling in front of it, ripping the gown as it grew to full wolf frame. He scrambled backwards, bolting for the bedroom door instead, and coming face to face with the red eyed wolf from earlier. A paw reached out and shoved him to the ground. "DOWN!" He roared, then snarled, squaring off with the old woman turned wolf between the bedroom door and her tiny room. Tobirama felt the brush of fur as the male pounced forward, and heard the crash of everything breaking, two giant wolves battling in the small bedroom. He gathered his courage and scrambled for the door, pausing just before exiting. In a moment of clarity, he snatched the offerings basket and made his way back out into the snow. 

-- It lasted maybe thirty seconds, but the fight was brutal. Two massive wolves, clawing the inside of a damaged bedroom, tangled in its many fabrics and intricacies when the dark wolf heard the final growl and whimper of the old woman, her throat hanging from his jowls. He panted, dropped the flesh and limped back, making sure she was dead when he heard Tobirama's voice from outside the cabin. "Don't! It's not what you think!" The panic alone made him worry when his nose caught wind of the small party that'd shown up, namely a boy that smelled awfully familiar and the scent of steel. His fur raised. He couldn't take them all. And all he could do was run. He leaned up and when he heard the front door burst open, bolted through the window crashing through the glass and wood, landing in the snow. "The wolf!" One of the boys cried and Tobirama let out a strangled sound of protest. The wolf looked over and then bolted for his life. Hunters.

Without a second thought, the boys ran after the wolf, crying and screaming about the dead oracle, Hashirama in the lead. There was no way for Tobirama to catch up, no way for him to track down the wolf. He sank into the snow, feeling the cold of the night seeping through his clothes and his torn cloak and fought the urge to weep. 

When the yelling had slowed, the darkness too much for the hunting party, he dragged himself from the snow and back into the cabin. He couldn't make heads or tails of the bedroom, so he shut the door and sat down at the table in the main room. Where did he go wrong? What happened to his Grandmother Oracle? Why did- He paused, realizing what he was looking at and reached across the table to pick up the jar.

"A human heart?" He turned the jar, watching the organ float in the liquid and took a look around. The wolf knew about her. Wanted to warn him that she was not who she appeared to be. Was she killing humans? The boy set the jar down and threw open all the cabinetry doors, the pantry, and stepped back, horrified at the human remains stuffed in jars. That's when he wondered. How long had he been visiting her? How long had she kept this hidden, fed him and his brother! His father! Fed these people to them?! Tobirama turned sharply, vomiting into an empty pot and shaking.

"Brother!" Hashirama's voice cut through the fog of disbelief, and the young man must have not realized what the room held because he lurched for Tobirama first, grabbing him and looking him over. "You're alright. Thank god you're alright! That wolf he- he ravaged the Oracle!" "No." "What?" "She... He was trying to protect me." The dumbfounded look on the darker boy's face made Tobirama angry but he only snatched his chin and made him look around, telling him to pay attention.

-- "Tobirama?" "What?" The boy finished stitching his cloak back together, his brothers and father watching him with worry as he grabbed the offering basket, now three days later, with fresh meat and bread instead of odd jars of things the old woman wanted. He grabbed a bottle of wine and secured it all. "You can't be serious." "I am serious!" He whirled on Hashirama. "And I've never been more serious in all my life. You saw that cabin! Every man in the village saw was was inside! And he's a wolf! He can talk! I'm going to find out why he knew!" "He may not even be alive. We ran him down the mountain." "He has a name! That means he was human once like her. I just have to find his name." "You really believe that old tale?" Butsuma was skeptical, watching the young man tie the red cloak. "I do. I have to." And with that, he was off to the bottom of the mountain, towards the other side in haste.

He had to find him, and he needed to find his name. He walked for hours, calling out to the wolf, trying to remember where he'd found him before, while on his way towards the Uchihas. Unsuccessful at finding the wolf before dusk, he moved as fast as his legs would carry him towards the encampment he'd been told his whole life to stay away from. For good reason too. Tobirama cautiously approached the gate, hunters watching him with red eyes, arrows trained on him. Pale hands went up. "Please! I need to speak with your leader!" "State your business!" He bit his lip, knowing he was going to sound just as crazy but upon seeing their red eyes and dark hair, he was more sure. "I have reason to believe one of your own has been turned into a wolf!" Whispers and murmurings. He continued, "He speaks! Says he doesn't remember his name and-" "That's crazy! Get out of here kid!" "No please-"

"Let me see him." A deep voice cut through and the hunters looked surprised as an older man opened the small door in the gate, walking through. "A son of Senju. I received a letter about you..." He eyed the red cloak. "Speak quickly, boy." As quickly as Tobirama could, he recounted his tale of the wolf and the oracle, what he'd heard and seen as darkness fell upon them. "That's... a wild tale. Our people go missing from time to time on hunting trips. I'd like to see this cabin." "Not until we find the wolf. We need to know his name." "He could be anybody." Tobirama frowned, insistent on his case. "But, we do have a list of missing. Perhaps calling their names may... bring this wolf close. It is dark. You'll perish out there. Come." Slowly, Tobirama followed the man inside the camp, on edge and unsure, but hoping for the best. 

-- The next morning, as the snow fell, Tobirama left the encampment with twenty Uchiha men, each carrying meat, armed with bows and swords, each calling a different name. "This one is yours." The man handed him the paper to memorize. "Won't you call a name?" He simply shook his head, looked onward as if pain had hit him too hard."Ma-da-ra." Tobirama breathed, wondering about the oddness of the name on his tongue. The man took a deep breath and the boy wondered if 'Madara' must have been his son. Tobirama instantly remembered the warmth of the Uchiha home the night before, the four boys taking care of each other, their mother worn and tired.

Slowly, as they moved into the forest, spread out and shouting names, waving the meat in the air, wolves crept forward. Tobirama shook his head at each one, and meat was thrown to keep them at bay, the group circling around to find more. One or two wolves fell victim to their greed, only to be downed by four hunters at a time, and then hauled up for their fur and meat, back to the encampment. The rest seemed to be smarter than those, only circling the group as they moved. "This is becoming more dangerous." "Please we have to keep trying and you wanted to see the cabin. I can show you where it is." The older man huffed, wary of the whole situation, but nodded and they continued. Rounding a rocky slope and moving North, Tobirama picked up speed, crunching through the new snow and calling out loudly."Ma-da-ra!" He moved up the embankment, seeing the frozen waterfall and wondered, calling again. "Ma-da-ra!" "You're so loud!" A huff came from inside the cavern behind the ice and the boy's heart leapt. The man froze in his tracks, halting the hunting party. "Wolf! You're here!" A grunt, the sound of sliding and a soft bark of pain before the wolf emerged from the cavern, limping. "Yeah- What's the idea, kid?" It froze in it's tracks, seeing the hunter party and the wolves. "We were trying to find you." "That's obivious." He snarled.

"Madara." The old man breathed and the wolf's head jerked to look at him. The man nearly cried. "Madara." "Ma-da-ra." The wolf repeated, slowly moving to the pair, wondering why it sounded so familiar. Tobirama's eyes widened, seeing the change in the fur first, and tugging on the old man's sleeve. "Keep saying it!" "Madara, come home." He reached for the wolf and the closer he got, the fur began to fall away, his face contorting back to humanoid, paw reaching and slowly turning human. The old man grabbed the clawed hand and pulled him into his arms, kneeling in the snow, holding a now human teen wracked with scars. "My son." He cried, "Tell me you remember me." "I.. I think I do." The young man croaked, unsure of his limbs and wary of whats around him. Tobirama quickly pulled his cloak off to cover the naked boy. "The woman.. she... took me and I escaped...so.. I think she cursed me. I could never... go home." He seemed lost in his own memories but the old man only held him tighter, wiping is face and looking him over. "You're okay now. You can come home." With a grim realization, Tobirama followed them back.

-End-

#madatobi shenanigans #madatobi #madara uchiha #Tobirama Senju #red riding hood #fairytale rewrites

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, March 7-Sunday, March 8

Xander: Why is she singing? Willow: She's sad because her lover gave her twelve gold coins, but then the wizard cut open the bag of salt, and now the dancing minions have nowhere to put their big maypole... fish thing. Xander: Uh-huh. Why is she singing? Buffy: Her lover? I thought that was her chiropractor. Willow: Because of that thing he did with her feet? No, that was personal.

~~Reptile Boy~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Dark Arousal (Crossover with Boondock Saints, E) by Jazznsmoke

[Chaptered Fiction]

Far from Home, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Angel, M) by aboutafox

Between Canons: The Year That Never Was, Chapter 1 (Crossover with Doctor Who, T) by elisi

On Your Side, Chapter 12 (Multiple crossovers, M) by Roberly

Tabloid Headlines, Chapter 3 (Multiple crossovers, T) by ProtoNeoRomantic

Always Gold, Chapter 120 (Buffy/Giles, E) by acquainitedwithvice

No Power in the Verse, Chapter 47 (Whedonverse crossover with Supernatural, E) by Julane_Sutliff

The Burbank Station, Chapter 7 (Crossover with Chuck, T) by Starfox5

Vacation Means ChaosChapter 11 (Crossover with Avengers, T) by MelTodd

Him, Me, and Us, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, M) by EllieRose101

Wilderness, Chapter 8 (Tara/Willow, NR) by onebuttoneye

Sucessor, Chapter 5 (Buffy, M) by DeAnno

The Tale of the Black Freighter, Chapter 9 (Amy, T) by steeleye

Absolutely dead things, Chapter 4 (Spike/OC, M) by vermicious_knid

Pull to Open, Chapter 5 (Crossover with Doctor Who, T) by Babblefest, ConstantCommentTea

What Happens in Vegas, Chapter 10 (Giles/Xander, E) by soft_princess

The Vampire as a Metaphor, Chapter 33 (Spike, K) by regertz

Another New Man, Chapter 12 (Buffy/Spike, R) by

The Human Seasons, Chapter 2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by amidtheflowers

LA Is the Hell You Make It, Chapter 31 (Buffy/Spike, AO) by Touchstoneaf

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[sunnycatuwu]

Teen wolf au - Lay.

* Yixing is a professional healer who helps werewolves.

* He knows e v e r y possible illness a werewolf can have. So, he’s very valuable.

* Unlike others he doesn’t belong to one place.

* He travels a lot.

* Also Yixing is strong enough, so he desides for himself who he wants to heal.

* He gets a lot of threats from “bad” werevolves who try to convince him to become their personal healer, but he’s capable of protecting himself.

* Not all the healers have some superpowers but Yixing has.

* He can see oracular dreams. 

* So he always knows who really needs his help and who doesn’t.

* The first his impression of people who he tries to save is that he’s a weird and very kind guy.

* They like “sure he can help us, he won’t do any harm”.

* But when it comes to his healer’s skills even his eyes are changing.

* He became so professional and cold-blooded so everyone lose they ability to speak.

* This’s the reason why every person he has even met in his life pespects him.

♡( ◡‿◡ ) For lovely @heylaybaeslayyay~

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[comic-critic-squad]

What are your personal opinions about Natsumewolf´s comic on DA? To me, it just seems like another Wolfs rain rip off, hence I never really was intrested in reading it fully (just a few pages or so back then when I was still a teen) but it appears to be one of the most popular wolf comics on DA and is praised quite a lot.

I’ve mentioned my distaste for it and the creator a few times, but I really, really want to go in-depth with it someday. This is another comic where I despise the creator for shit they’ve said.

NatsumeWolf Oct 24, 2017 "Rape Culture In America" Sorry to burst your bubble. But that simply does not exist in America. And the very fact that I have to elaborate that shows who is the one who is truly "Wasting" their time here.  If there truly was a " Rape Culture In America " Then people like Brock Allen Turner would be freely walking the streets and continuing to harm women! The very fact that he was prosecuted, sentenced, charged AND GETS DEATH THREATS ON A DAILY BASIS FROM WOMEN, MEN AND OTHERS IS PROOF THAT THERE IS NO RAPE CULTURE IN AMERICA. If there was, then no one would care. No one would have jumped to defend Emily Doe! No one would have done anything! AND He would not be condemned like he is today!It's just sad at this point that someone who has been sexually assaulted twice before the age of 14, someone who gets cat called on a daily bases, someone who gets followed home by strangers, someone who has had a fucking stalker has to explain this to a sheltered feminist that there is no rape culture in the US! If you want to see a real " Rape Culture " There are loads of places over seas that truly have that! In one particular place if a woman is raped she is forced to marry her raper. WE DON'T HAVE THAT HERE IN THE UNITED STATES! This image. IS JUST AN IMAGE OF TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS HAVING A FICTIONAL INTERACTION! Adoth is a monster! He is the " Bad Guy ". I wanted to do something that did not forgive what he did, but simply show a new prospective from a naive child who is a product of a horrible circumstance! In no way do I excuse his behavior! In no way is this "normalized"! If I did then I would have had Natsume forgive him and end up with him Much like in Game of Thrones when Dani ends up with Kal Drogo. But that is NOT THE CASE!Look. I think it's wonderful how much compassion you have. But it is so misguided. You are making an issue out of utterly nothing. I know you think you are standing up for the voiceless, but when there is no voices to begin with you are fighting a loosing battle. Well more like a non exiting battle. Again, these are fictional characters in a fictional situation! Adoth and Yvaine will never meet in the comic! Adoth and Natsume both die at the end! This is a fictional situation!

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NatsumeWolf Edited Oct 28, 2017 *Calls me uneducated while providing fabricated numbers and misinformed facts without citations or actual facts* Who's the uneducated one here? Sorry but articles from Every Day Feminism and Buzzfeed don't count as actual facts. I am surprised the liberal feminist teachers in your college allow that. In real colleges you have to provide citations when making a point, but lets face it. I could give you fact after fact with citations and real life experiences and because it does not fit your narrative you will excuse it and throw insults because you have nothing else in your arsenal. ( You still have not given an example or explain how we live in a rape culture, but okay!) Yes, Brock Turner is the perfect example of how there isn't a rape culture in America. If there was, as I said it would not have created such an outrage. He gets death threats on a daily basis. I am sure if you did your research you could look up his number and ask him or his parents yourself. I would provide you with the number but doxxing is against the law. So that wasn't enough for you? Okay, what about a more recent event. Twiggy Ramirez. He was just accused of sexual misconduct from a well known liar. She could be telling the truth, or she could not. But that does not changes the fact of the outrage over it. Want me to provide an example, Sure thing, here we go! twitter.com/search?q=Twiggy%20… That is his twitter. Look at all those comments of people voicing their outrage. More outrage than support. What about Harvey Weinstein! Look at the outrage against him for his sick disgusting acts! Or how about Bill Cosby! If we lived in a rape culture, NO ONE WOULD CARE! I could bring up every rape case in the last year and show you every single source of outrage but that would take too much effort and you simply are not worth it!Maybe if you were more educated you would see that some of the rape cases are false! Women simply getting revenge on someone because of something so stupid. Take for instance " The Mattress Girl " who lied about a boy raping her and because of that he ended up committing suicide! Source here ! : www.youtube.com/watch?v=0pwQSn…Citations for video here ! : www.minds.com/blog/view/752265… Oh not enough for you? What about the woman who lied about getting raped by several men getting some arrested! Soruce her nypost.com/2017/08/25/woman-he… and here ! www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xBdxT… (citations in description  ) and there is more where that came from.Where are you getting Iran from? I don't care what you are majoring in! That has nothing to do with these fake characters you are bitching about. And yes you are triggered! Look at this mountain you made out of a pebble. Bet you're real fun to hang around with. At his point you are nothing more than a walking cliché of  a unstable feminist.ANYWAY~ There is no point in refuting anything because you are just going to be triggered again and again and it's just going to be this vicious cycle of abuse. To reiterate, you were triggered by this image of something that isn't real. That to me is just... well there is no nice word for it but it's crazy. I was astounded by your reaction to utterly nothing. A non existing situation. I am just frightened by you and your response. I have had my share of dealing with mentally unstable people in the past and I can not handle another one. A non existing situation... thats what triggered you... a non existing situation of fictional characters that do not exist in your life... you are scary! Very scary! Again I will say this  YOU WERE TRIGGERED BY SOMETHING THAT DOES NOT EXIST!I am thrilled this is our last conversation because I can not mentally take this any more. You turned a simple picture of a naive child meeting her monster of a father into this crazy situation. Please.. just stay away from me. Don't come on my account. Don't look at my images. Don't bother my friends or family. Just leave me alone and keep your crazy away from me. You are being blocked after this. DO NOT CONTACT ME AGAIN! If you do, the staff with be informed. I repeat, do not contact me! It was my fault for indulging you. I see that now. I never should have fed into you. Because that is what people like you want. But no more. Stay away from me!

In case you want some context: https://natsumewolf.deviantart.com/art/Not-a-monster-in-her-eyes-681380335

Anyway, the comic is at 500 pages, so that’s definitely a big reason why I tell myself “yeah I’ll rip it apart some other day.” Today is not that day. Tomorrow probably won’t be either. 

- Dr. Salt

[bamby0304]

She Howls I: Awaken

Summary: There’s nothing extraordinary about Angela’s life… until she joins her brother and best friend for a walk in the woods at the dead of night. After getting bitten by a mysterious beast, things begin to drastically change. Now she can do things she’s never been able to do before. But with the change comes complications, like hunters, monsters and a whole lot of secrets…

Chapter Eighteen: Life of the Party

Masterlist

Warnings: Lil’ bit of violence.

Bamby

"You really have to stop walking into the boys' locker room, McCall," Coach sighed as he looked up from his desk.

Closing his office door behind me, I moved to take a seat on the other side of the desk, smiling sweetly at him. "We both know that's never going to happen."

Shaking his head, he looked down at the work he'd been going over. "So, why are you here?"

"I heard you need volunteers for the formal."

His head snapped up, a look of surprise crossing his face. "You want to volunteer?"

It's not odd that I wanted to help out, I was always volunteering. The odd thing was the fact that literally no one had offered to help. With all the death and mayhem happening lately, no one wanted the responsibility of keeping an eye on a bunch of hormonal teenagers, while risking their own lives.

Going to the dance for fun was apparently different though… I guess… because despite the threat of death, all the tickets had sold out in a matter of days.

"I want to volunteer to chaperone. Yes." I nodded.

"Great!" He beamed.

Shopping was Stiles' worst nightmare. I'd tried to drag him along with me a few times, but he hated it with a passion. Shopping with Lydia was confusing. I'd never really spent much time with her, but Stiles wanted to be here even though the idea of shopping made him cringe. Shopping with Allison was awkward... which shouldn't need an explanation as to why. Yet, here we were. Stiles, Lydia, Allison and myself.

When Stiles begged me to go with them, I wasn't too sure if I should or not. But then Scott had agreed, saying it would be easier to protect Allison if I was with her. That's how I ended up in Macy's looking for a dress for the formal.

Lydia was dragging Stiles all over the place, hating the fact that Allison was making her take him to the formal as payback for making out with Scott. So, with those two busy, I was sticking with Allison.

The air around us was awkward and a little uncomfortable. It's not that we hadn't spent time together before, we had. But Scott had always been there… and they'd been dating. Now she was his ex, and it made things a little weird.

But I wanted to take this time to hopefully help my brother out as well, which meant I was going to have to become friends with Allison.

"You think this is my colour?" I asked, grabbing a dress off a rack.

It was a beautiful royal blue, made from some kind of silky material. The back was cut out and bare, the straps thin. The bodice was tight, with a V-neck line that would show some cleavage. The skirt had an A-frame shape, and would fall about mid-thigh.

Allison turned to look at it, still clearly uncomfortable. "Uh… yeah." She nodded. "Yeah, it's nice."

Sighing, I put the dress back, shaking my head at her. "You broke up with my brother, you didn't break up with me. So, stop acting like I'm gonna bite your head off."

"Don't you hate me?" she asked, genuinely confused.

I frowned. "Why would I?"

"Because I broke up with your brother," she noted, as if to say, 'duh'.

Laughing lightly, I continued walking, looking at more dresses as I shrugged. "He may be my brother, but that doesn't mean I don't know how stupid he can be. I can understand why you broke up with him."

Following me, she sounded surprised as she asked, "You can?"

"Of course." I nodded. "But… I also know he's not the guy you think he is. You've just caught him at a tough time. Trust me, he really cares about you, and knowing he might have hurt you is eating him up inside."

"It is?" she still sounded surprised, but she also sounded a little hopeful.

"Big time." Reaching some more dresses, I grabbed a bright yellow one. "Now this is my colour." I winked at her.

Slowly, a smile spread on her lips before she let out a light chuckle. "You know, you're kinda fun, Angela."

"I know." I grinned. "And please, call me Angie."

"Okay, Angie…" Looking to a rack of dresses, her smile grew as she grabbed the same dress I'd grabbed before, only this one was red instead of blue. "This is your colour."

Coming back from trying on the dress Allison had picked out for me, I walked around the corner and towards the dresses again, finding her waiting… without Lydia or Stiles… while Peter stood by, talking to her.

"You're not alone, are you?" He smiled innocently. "Shopping for dresses with friends."

While she stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to react, I pulled my phone out and quickly messaged Scott- knowing he was using an old phone of mine until we got his back. He was around somewhere, just in case, which I was grateful for. That meant he could offer up a distraction so we could get Allison out of there.

Peter's smile grew a little. "High school dance." He pretended to put the pieces together- though I knew he already knew why she was here.

"Formal," Allison corrected, voice scared and shaking. She was backing up a little, eyes watering slightly, while her cheeks reddened with panic.

Putting on a friendly smile, I walked up to Allison, completely ignoring Peter. "Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. I love the dress," I told her, hoping my easy-going attitude would help her relax.

"Attention, shoppers. The owner of a blue Mazda, license plate 5UN I768. Your car is being towed.,." a woman called over the sound system.

Allison's jaw dropped. "What?" she gasped. "That's my car. I'll be right back," she told me before hurrying off.

The moment she left my smile turned into a smug grin.

Peter chuckled lightly. "I have to say, I'm impressed. I knew you were smart, but I didn't think you'd be this difficult." As he stepped closer to me, I stood my ground, not wanting to look weak. "No wonder Derek took you while he could."

My grin slipped, a look of shock passing across my face for the briefest moment before I could correct myself and try to hide it. But there was no point. He'd seen me slip.

"I could smell him all over you the last time you visited me in the hospital,” he noted, stepping even closer. So, I hadn't imagined it. He had sniffed the air… "I could smell the desire on you. The sex."

"It's none of your business," I snapped at him.

"Oh, but it is." He smirked, his hand coming up to brush my hair over my shoulder as he stepped even closer. "He hasn't told you, has he?"

"Told me what?" I glared hard at him, trying to calm my beating heart.

"Female werewolves are more like their animal counterparts. Just like wild wolves, you'll experience something called a heat," he growled the word, leaning in even closer.

"You're disgusting," I spat the word.

But it didn't matter how angry and hateful I felt, my body was doing some talking of its own. The way it wasn't moving away from him, but instead leaning into his touch. The way my skin was warming at his proximity. The way my breath hitched and my heart raced. All signs of arousal.

It reminded me of the first time I saw him. I didn't even know who he was back then, but my body did. I'd felt a connection in an instant, but I'd brushed it off just as fast. Now I knew the truth. It was the wolf inside of me reacting to its maker... its Alpha.

"I'll see you tonight, Angela." With that, he pulled back and walked away as if nothing had ever happened.

…

Mum stood behind me, pinning a few strands of my hair back to keep them from falling into my face. She'd helped me get ready, and had even let me borrow a pair of her shoes. I wasn't used to wearing heels, but the moment I'd slipped the nude pumps on I knew they were perfect.

"Now, are you sure you don't want to borrow a jacket?"

"I'm fine mum, really. I'll be inside all night, and then I'm coming right home," I assured her as I turned.

A smile broke out on her face, her eyes taking in my appearance. "You're so beautiful."

Unable to stop it, I felt a blush break out on my cheeks.

She'd done my makeup as well. I rarely wore it, so we kept the look simple with some mascara, eye-liner, foundation and red lips. She's also let me borrow a gold chain choker, which had a small crescent moon pendant hanging from it.

"It's really nice of you to volunteer. I know school dances have never really been your thing. And I know how hard it can be to hang out with-"

"A bunch of hormonal teen aged couples after being recently dumped by your first boyfriend?" I finished for her. The look in her eyes told me exactly where she'd been going. I shrugged. "I'd rather go out than stay home alone eating yet another tub of ice-cream." That was a lie. I'd prefer the ice-cream, but someone had to watch over Allison.

Chuckling lightly, she nodded. "Good point."

"Anyway, mum, I'm fine." I smiled reassuringly at her. "Really."

…

Standing off to the side of the gym, I swayed to the music slightly as I kept an eye on the students. They were all dancing, the girls in stunning dresses and the guys in handsome suits. It brought a smile to my face, seeing how happy everyone was.

"You okay?"

I turned to see Allison coming over to stand next to me. "Yeah." I nodded. "Why wouldn't I be."

"Well, you're standing over here, all on your own," she noted.

"I don't mind. I like to people-watch every now and then. Speaking of… I couldn't help but notice your date." I gave her a knowing grin.

The idea for Jackson to bring Allison to the dance had been Scott's he felt that it would help keep her safe. I personally thought it was one of his more naive ideas. Jackson's ability to keep Allison safe from anything was pretty minimal.

But still, Scott was adamant and I knew I'd been there anyway, so it didn't really matter who Allison went with, I'd keep an eye on her.

Smiling, she chuckled lightly. "Yeah… not sure if I made the right choice coming with him."

"Who else would you have come with?" I asked, knowing the answer but pretending I didn't.

"Scott," she admitted without missing a beat.

I'd known he was there for a while now. I knew the moment he arrived. I also knew that if I looked around, it wouldn't take me long to find him.

"Not sure if you're aware of this… but Scott's here." I shrugged, playing it cool.

As if on cue, Coach called out then. "McCall!" Out of instinct I turned to him, but his attention was on the bleachers, not me. I followed his gaze as he started forward, his eyes locked onto my brother. "I see you pal. Come here. McCall!"

Trying to move through the crowd, Coach continued for Scott while he ducked behind curtains and people in the effort to lose the trail. But try as he might, Coach had a lock on him.

"Should we help him?" Allison asked, genuinely concerned.

Watching the scene before us, I shook my head, grinning lightly. "Nah, Scott's got it handled."

"McCall! It's a small gym, buddy. I'm gonna find you," Coach called, still manoeuvring through the crowd. "I got you, McCall! Come here, come here! McCall!"

Hurrying over to some seated students, Scott rushed over to Danny, pulling him up and over to the dance floor. My grin simply grew as he wrapped his arms around Danny's shoulders, while Danny placed his hands on Scott's waist, the two now dancing to a slow dance.

"McCall!" Couch broke through the crowd, finding my brother. "You're not supposed to-" He paused, looking to the two boys. "What the hell are you-"

The music died as everyone turned to Coach accusingly. As far as they were concerned, Coach was telling my brother off for dancing with another guy, not for being at the dance while under academic probation.

"What the hell are you doing?" Coach asked, still confused at what he was seeing- having no idea that everyone was watching him.

"Yes, Coach?" Scott asked, moving closer to Danny.

Eyes wide, Coach stepped back as he realised what this looked like. "Okay…" He laughed nervously. "Hold on, you- I was just saying he's not supposed to- I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't-" He stumbled over his words, gesturing to my brother and his 'date'. "You guys don't think- You don't- I- I was- Just dance, everybody." He managed. "Just dance! It's a dance!" He laughed, backing up. "It's a party!"

"Told you he could handle it." I nudged Allison, giving her a wink as Scott came up to us.

"Allison-"

She cut him off, seeing the goofy smile on his face. "Yes, I would love to dance with you."

His smile widened as he took her hands and led her onto the dance floor, leaving me to stand there, a smile of my own growing.

Moving around the outskirts of the dance floor, I was keeping an eye on everyone when Stiles came up to me, a slight concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Lydia went off to find Jackson, and I can't find either of them. What if Peter's here? Would he… do you think he'd hurt-"

Placing a hand on his arm, I cut him off before he could freak himself out to the point of a panic attack. "Hey, relax, okay? Why don't we just go look for them, okay?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Yeah, okay."

"Good. Now, do you have either of their numbers?" I asked, getting another nod. "Try calling. Don't stop until we find them."

Grabbing his hand, I led him towards the doors to start looking. I could feel his pulse under my skin, racing with worry. He was really stressing out. The threat of Peter unnerving him.

But the moment we stepped into the hall we found Jackson headed our way.

I frowned, smelling the alcohol on him in an instant. But I could smell something else as well. Guilt. "What did you do?"

"Where the hell have you been?" Stiles asked, putting his phone away. "Did Lydia ever find you?"

When Jackson simply sighed, I repeated myself. "What did you do?"

"I- I- I was out behind the school, and I-" He struggled to say the words. "I was out-"

Brows furrowing, Stiles picked up on what I'd already noticed. "What happened? Jackson, what did you do?"

Seeing the look on Jackson's face, I could tell he wasn't going to tell us. Or maybe he just wasn't saying anything because of the way I was looking at him. The way he smelt and looked and was acting, it made me think he'd done something dangerously stupid, and I swear if that put anyone I cared about in danger, I was going to rip his throat out.

"Stiles, we still need to find Lydia," I reminded him, my glare fixed on Jackson. "Don't go anywhere. We're not done here."

Neither of them had the chance to respond before I grabbed Stiles' hand, turned on my heels, and stormed down the hallway.

We'd look around the school, but hadn't been able to find Lydia. The second we were outside though, I picked up her scent. Stiles was right behind me as I followed the trail, moving further and further away from the gym.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to you sniffing the air for people," he mumbled behind me.

"I got used to your sarcasm. You'll get used to this," I commented back.

Honestly, I was still getting used to being a werewolf. I was beginning to wonder if it would ever stop feeling weird. But that didn't mean I wanted to give it up.

Derek and I had talked about it. I'd even discussed the issue with Scott. If the cure was real that meant Scott or I could become human again. Only one of us could kill Peter. Only one of us could give the last blow that would end his life. That meant only one of us would be cured. Without hesitation, I'd given up my chance to be normal again, and gave it to Scott.

He wanted it more. He needed it more. His life had truly been turned upside down since we'd been bitten. Sure, there were some pluses, but most of what had happened was bad. I didn't want him to have to suffer through that anymore, so I was willing to give up my own freedom from the chaos, as long as that meant he could be happy.

"Jackson!"

Both Stiles and I stopped in our tracks, backs ridged as we turned to the lacrosse field. Suddenly, the bright field lights turned on, one by one.

In a matter of seconds, we were sprinting in Lydia's direction, running as hard and as fast as we could, fear and adrenaline driving us forward.

The moment we were passed the benches and could see Lydia as she stood in the middle of the field, her back to us, I spotted Peter. He stalked towards her, silhouetted by the bright lights.

"Lydia!" Stiles called out to warn her, both us of moving as fast as we could. "Run!"

Being a werewolf meant I was faster than Stiles, but even then, I didn't make it to her in time. Peter grabbed Lydia, his fangs extending as he let out a bone shaking growl. Then, without hesitation, he bit into her.

A scream erupted from her lips from the pain and shock, but it was all too much. When Peter let her go, she fell to the ground, badly bleeding and unconscious.

Turning to me, Peter grabbed my throat and pulled me to him, a low growl rumbling from his chest as Stiles came to a screeching halt. Not only was Lydia now bleeding to death, but my own life was in danger. It wouldn't take much for Peter to kill me like this.

"Please." Stiles' voice shook. "Don't kill her." He didn't say who, but he didn't need to. He was begging Peter not to kill either Lydia or myself.

Still growling lowly, Peter smirked. "Of course not." He lifted his free hand to run his thumb's claw over my cheek. "Just tell me how to find Derek."

Eyes flicking to mine for a split second, Stiles tried to sound confused. "What?"

"Tell me how to find Derek Hale," Peter repeated, his eyes on me, his claw tucking some hair behind my ear.

Despite the fact that I wanted to be strong and brave, in this instance I was fighting so hard not to whimper and cry. His hold was strong, but it didn't hurt. It was a warning, letting me know that he could hurt me if he wanted to… if I did something stupid.

"I don't know that," Stiles stammered. "How would I know that?"

"Because you're the clever one, aren't you?" Peter answered simply. "And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth… or I will rip Lydia apart, and then I'll force Angela to kill you."

Seeing Stiles literally shaking in fear, I knew I had to do something. To save Lydia, and to save him. Peter had made it clear, if this doesn't go how he wants it to, I'll be the only one he'll let live… or maybe he'd just kill me after as well.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, already hating myself for what I was about to do. "You can track the GPS on Scott's phone. Derek took it when they were fighting. He must have known they would have taken him."

I could feel Peter's eyes on me. "The Argents?"

"Yes." I nodded against his hold, still squeezing my eyes closed.

With a breath, Peter let go of my throat. As I opened my eyes he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe Lydia's blood from the corner of his lips. "You're both coming with me."

Stiles looked from me, to Peter, to Lydia. "No, I'm… I'm not just letting you leave her here."

"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me."

"Just kill me!" Stiles snapped without thinking. "Look, I don't care anymore."

Peter stepped up to him, pressing the tip of his claw to Stiles' chin, pin-pricking him and drawing blood.

The thought of him hurting Stiles pushed me into action.

I was there in an instant, placing a hand on Peter's arm. "Please, don't. Please. I'll go with you. Just please don't hurt him."

He hesitated for only a second before lowering his hand from Stiles. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all your getting." As Stiles pulled out his phone and turned away to call Jackson I was left standing there with Peter. His eyes looked me up and down hungrily, as if he was eating up the sight of me. "You look exceptional in red."

Stiles parked his Jeep in an underground parking lot. Peter got out before turning to me. Grabbing my arm, he didn't pull, but he held me, waiting for me to slid out and stand next to him. Then we moved around to the other side to join Stiles.

Leading us a few cars down, Peter didn't let my arm go, net even after we stood behind his car- I recognised it from the night he went out with mum.

"For a guy who's been in a coma for six years, you seem to be adapting fast. I mean, you've already got a car," I mumbled.

"It belonged to my nurse," he noted as he let me go in order to unlock and open the trunk.

"What happened to-" Before Stiles could finish he was cut off at the sight of Peter's nurse lying dead in the trunk. "Oh, my God!"

Peter shrugged. "I got better." Reaching in, he grabbed the laptop bag that sat beside her, before closing the trunk and setting the laptop on it.

"Good luck getting a signal down here." Even now Stiles couldn't keep the sarcasm and attitude from his voice.

As if expecting a comment like that, Peter pulled a device out of the laptop bag and handed it to Stiles.

"Oh, MiFi," Stiles sighed as Peter pulled the laptop out. "And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a person preference?"

Ignoring him, Peter took a step back and gestured to the computer. "Turn it on. Get connected."

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here," Stiles commented as he started to type in the code for the MiFi. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

Peter gave him a knowing look. "You know both of them."

"No, I don't." Stiles stood his ground. But even I could hear the lie… in his voice, in his scent and in the beat of his heart.

Not wanting Peter to kill my best friend, I sighed and gave in. "His user name is Allison… and his password is too."

Shoulders slumping in disappointment, Peter turned to me. "Really?"

Stiles' eyes glanced at me for a moment before he looked to Peter. "You sure you still want him in your pack."

As Stiles did his thing, I moved closer to Peter. "What are you going to do once you've found Derek?"

He looked down at me, a knowing looking in his eyes. "I'm going to kill people."

"Derek shouldn't have to-"

Cutting me off, he lifted a hand to cup the side of my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek. "You don't have to worry about Derek. I won't let anything happen to your precious boyfriend, if that's what you're worried about."

Stiles paused for a moment before he turned to me, shock written all over his face. "You and Derek?"

"He doesn't know?" Peter grinned, his eyes searching mine. "Does anyone know?" My silence was the only answer he needed. He chuckled lightly. "Secrets aren't healthy, Angela. You should know better."

"Peter, you don't have to do this." I tried to change the subject. "Please, just leave us alone. Leave Scott, Derek and me alone."

He simply sighed. "Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favoured prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need all three of you."

"We're not going to help you."

"Oh, you will." His grin fell back into place. "Scott will because it'll save Allison. You will because it'll save Derek." He looked to Stiles then. "And you will, because it'll save both Scott and Angela."

Eyes wide, Stiles looked to me and then Peter. "What do you mean?"

"When the Argents catch them," Peter glanced at me as he said, "and they will," then he turned back to Stiles, "do you really think that they're going to let either of them live? Especially Scott, after having been so close to one of their own? Stiles, all of the power is in your hands now. It's your choice. Are you gonna save your friends?"

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Elizabeth Moroni

Dating him was probably the most traumatic thing that’s happened to me in my life. We started dating after I had just turned 19. Tyler was 24. He was incredibly manipulative. He flattered me with the typical “you’re not like the others” routine, which, on a 18 year old girl, totally worked…but not at first. I was reluctant to engage with him because I already had a partner, and I saw how he treated his girlfriend with disregard while hitting on me. Tyler’s fixation on me made others uncomfortable to the point where the friend group collectively decided that I was “off limits”. But Tyler had different plans. Tyler didn’t go to my college, or any other college—he came to my college town weekly to go out drinking, and to prey on me. He repeatedly isolated me from my group, dragging me outside for cigarettes to get me alone. These moments were common and we began to kindle a friendship despite all of the red flags. He was friends with really kind people, so I reasoned that even though his behavior was troubling, if he was a bad person he wouldn’t be surrounded by good people. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing.  

Tyler took me out for smoke breaks over and over. He even told me that a song reminded him of me, “Silver Words” by Sixto Rodriguez. He said the song reminded him of me, and he even sang it to me. It was very romantic, but I still didn’t budge. When he wasn’t in town, he would call me constantly, leaving sloppy 2am voicemails confessing his love to me. The messages were frequent. I said no so many times. I was polite, but firm. There were so many drunk calls I let go to voicemail—I recall a specific conversation I had with his childhood friend about the situation. “What do I do about this? How can I get him to stop? I’m not interested.” 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KTJRXUftkPE

This group of friends I was with would all go out together to drink in Greeley. I was underage but access to alcohol wasn’t hard. Everyone put a drink in my hand. I remember being too drunk and lying on the floor in a room alone because I was nauseous. Tyler came in and laid down beside me--I felt his hand grab mine in the dark. He only tried to hold my hand when I was drunk. It was a small thing, at the time I thought it was cute, but it made me uncomfortable. He did it covertly in front of friends. Innocent enough, but I see now he was testing me, grooming me to accept more next time.

Tyler eventually became frustrated that his teenage fixation (me) wasn’t complying. He separated from his girlfriend at the time, (he didn’t, he was lying and gaslighting her as well, coming up to Greely to cheat). Tyler then changed his strategy. Quickly, he found a second teen, which he flooded with attention. He brought her to places he knew I would be, giving me the cold shoulder completely (he acted like he was angry at me). This was all in the span of a few days, so I was surprised that he went from being my friend to refusing to speak to me. I felt like because I wasn’t complying, I was being punished. Despite his unrelenting forwardness, we were friends, and the silent treatment was undeserving. My already low self esteem made me question what was wrong with me. A particular low point was when I overheard Tyler singing this young girl the same song he said reminded him of me—“Silver Words”. 

You’d think that I would have been relieved and appreciative for Tyler to move on from me. But as a child without the tools to recognize (or even have the vocabulary for) gaslighting, manipulation, grooming, and typical predatory behavior, instead of relief I felt devalued and thrown out. Looking back, my ignorance made me so unequipped for this situation, and I wish I knew at the time how to identify what was really going on.

Eventually (not long after) Tyler and I began talking again. It felt good to be acknowledged; there was a sort of emotional high I found myself feeling when he was nice to me. If a dog is abused by his owner, but thrown a bone every once in a while, the dog will stay loyal. That was me—riding the high of being treated well after not for so long. This was a theme throughout the relationship.

I started to interpret his red-flag behavior as romantic gestures. Not long after, we started seeing each other romantically. Tyler’s unwavering persistence was disturbing, but it always got him what he wanted. I should have seen the start of our relationship as a start of a pattern. This situation is emulative of what was in store for me for our entire relationship. Constantly being devalued, insulted, and torn down, only given brief moments of decency that bring floods of endorphins. I was addicted. 

CHARGE. Did you know he has this word tattooed across his chest? Does a charging bull comply when you say “stop”? “No”? 

The bull charges regardless.

The abuse didn’t take long to start. Tyler had an inner rage that his friends and family seldom saw, and that he made sure they never saw. Tyler would casually say hurtful things to me on a daily basis, and generally do things to make me feel like less than nothing. He would then groan about how “depressed and annoying” I was, and how I always kept him down. He was extinguishing my light. I was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, and as a result my relationships, my grades, my dreams, all started to crumble before me.

He started treated me like I was a burden, a thorn in his side he couldn’t get rid of, but when I tried to leave the relationship he would manipulate and guilt me into staying. Sometimes he would blame his attitude on his hangover. But it was more than that. It was consistent emotional abuse. 

I was 18 when he first pressured me into having sex without a condom. I was not comfortable with it, and it took a while for me to give in. Maybe three times we had protected sex. Later, he refused to wear them, assuring me that it was safe, praising me for complying. Shortly after my 19th birthday, I got pregnant. The pregnancy was ectopic and after an extremely painful process, the baby was miscarried. Tyler was verbally supportive over text, but in person was cold.

One of the FIRST things Tyler told me that he had a “sleep sex disorder” that made him have sex with whoever he was lying in bed with. “I don’t really talk about my condition” he said. I didn’t realize it then, I laughed actually. We shared a laugh about it, I remember. How weird, how funny. I found out later that this allowed him to take me at any time, even if I declined sex hours before. I was stupid, but I was 19.

A “sleep sex” condition. When do you think Tyler got this diagnosis? What is the treatment plan for this kind of condition? I never saw Tyler taking medications or doing therapy to counteract his condition. Is his condition only triggered when the person lying in bed next to him is a woman? What runs through a man’s head when he wakes up over a woman in the middle of an episode? Does he stop? or does he finish?

I confused Tyler’s jealousy for love. I confused his controlling tendencies for caring ones. Shortly after my miscarriage, he started cheating on me. Every time I confronted him, I was gaslighted. I reached out to friends and they pulled away, not wanting to get involved. I felt like I was going crazy. I was so weak and so vulnerable. I asked him to leave my house the day I found out he was cheating. He wouldn’t leave. He stared at me loathingly from MY bed. He denied me acknowledgement, he denied me my personal space. He stared and stared, emotionless. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t leave. I had to leave my own home, and crashed on a friend’s couch. Tyler later told me that I “probably fucked [friend]” to get back at him. 

He used that as leverage to continue his cheating and not feel bad about it. He openly texted and called women in front of me. Tyler told me on one instance that he might keep cheating if I kept the nosering that I had gotten without his permission. He said it made me look gross. He told me that he cheated because I was too “depressed” all the time and that pushed him away. He made me understand that everything that was causing me pain was my fault. This self-blame mindset obliterated my individuality, my intuition, my confidence and self worth. I was trapped in the relationship, a prisoner to my abuser.

I broke up with him after being tired of the mistreatment. He slit his wrists. I came back. We started dating again. He started cheating again. I wanted to die. He isolated me from my friends and family. He got very angry when I would go out. He punched holes in doors and walls. The threat of Tyler’s suicide kept a gun to my head and prevented me from causing any conflict. I was constantly stepping on glass, trying not to upset him.

One night stays seared in my memory forever. Drunk, he singled out one of my coworkers and called him a “pussy” for liking a certain band. This conversation escalated, Tyler got more aggressive, and I had to usher him out, embarrassed that he had started an altercation at my work. Driving home, I confronted him about his alcohol problem. Tyler was silent for about thirty seconds before he began repeatedly smashing his head into the dashboard. I had to pull over and physically grab him to get him to stop. I can never forget that disturbing repetition of him slamming his face into the dash—and the raw fear I felt in that moment.

“Abuse creates complex bonds between survivor and perpetrator that are difficult to break; it also causes a great deal of cognitive dissonance as the survivor attempts to reconcile the brutal reality of the abuse with the person he or she once saw as their greatest confidante and lover in the early stages of the relationship. This cognitive dissonance is a defense mechanism that is often resolved not by seeing the abuser for who he or she really is, but rather by denying, minimizing or rationalizing the abuse that is occurring as a way to survive and cope with the trauma being experienced.”

-Shahida Arabi

TW: Miscarriage, Rape

He started doing coke, and drinking every day. He got meaner. 

One day I remember we had a tender moment on the floor. I was feeling vulnerable and safe in the moment, and decided to confide in Tyler about my feelings about my miscarriage from about a half a year before. He listened intently until I finished speaking. He then looked at the floor for a few seconds before softly chuckling and shaking his head, smiling. “Wow. That’s the kind of fucked up shit me and [Friend] joke about”. He continued to laugh. He said that the miscarriage “really ruined” me. I was shocked. I never forgot that moment—I’ve re-lived it a thousand times in my mind. His lack of empathy still gives me chills.

He could be tender to my dog, but when he was frustrated with her barking he would shove her around, too hard. This deeply upset me, but at the time I couldn’t even protect myself from the abuse. At this point he pressured me into sex regularly, no matter how exhausted I was or how much I resisted. I saw it as a thing I had to just do to get out of the way. Times I would refuse I would find him on top of me in the middle of the night. It was easier to let him finish. One night in particular I detail in a letter to myself that I wrote when I first broke out of the relationship—a note that would force me to acknowledge my abuse, even if I fell back in love with him. We had been drinking, and came home to sleep. Sex wasn’t on the table, and I was exhausted. I woke up feeling him on top of me. I had a tampon in…he forced himself in anyway. The pain was indescribable. I remember just lying there and thinking, “This shouldn’t be my life. How did I let this happen? How can I get out?”

Then a friend in the group began taking Tyler to shoot guns. Immediately he wanted to buy a gun, even though we had talks about how guns make us uncomfortable. He admired the power a gun would grant him. He began being obsessed about having protection, as justification. His cocaine use increased. I told him to seriously reconsider because he knew and I knew he was mentally unstable. He bought it anyway. I started feeling very afraid. I was always walking on glass, not wanting to set him off, never feeling like enough. I suffered greatly.

He pressured me into getting an apartment with him. I knew I didn’t have money to afford the one he wanted. We argued about it for a long time. I wanted to move in with some girl friends of mine, but he rejected that adamantly. He said he would help me pay for it, that we would do a fair split of the rent based on our income. I didn’t want to live with him because I was scared of him. He said that if I didn’t move in with him, I was destroying the relationship. I was desperate and broken. I signed the lease. A day after I moved in my stuff, I reached a breaking point and realized I had to get out. I broke up with him, and in response he tried to give me oral (which I had not gotten in a long while). I pushed him off of me and left. His friend texted me, chastising me for ending things with Tyler “out of nowhere”. He did not know the extent of my abuse, but the victimization of Tyler was hurtful. Tyler did not allow me to leave the lease. The leasing office needed his permission to let me off of it, and despite the abusive situation, explained I was bound to my abuser and there was nothing I could do. I moved in with my parents. For the next year, I paid $500 a month so that Tyler could live in that apartment with his brother. I’m still in debt from that.

Tyler’s friend confronted me later, telling me to block Tyler on all forms of social media because he had seen a picture of me and tried to kill himself. I was frustrated. I never got to be a victim, because my predator, my abuser, was suicidal. He used suicide attempts in order to not only avoid being accountable for his actions, but also to be comforted by everyone he knew and victimize himself. This is why I believe that his friends and community have continued to protect him throughout his trail of abuse. And have continued to hang out with him, play in bands with him, drink with him, do coke bumps with him, laugh with him, post selfies with him, and allow him to hurt women time and time again. I’m reminded of my trauma every time I see him in a friend’s Instagram post, smiling, unapologetic, unaccountable.

Sometimes I look back at pictures of myself then. I was a child--right out of high school. I look at pictures of me and remember the isolation and pain I was experiencing at that point in time. 

After I broke things off with Tyler for good, I wrote that letter to myself that I mentioned. October 2015. It begins:

“Dear Elizabeth, I am writing you today because this morning you were thinking about Tyler. I don’t know what the future holds, and I don’t know if you will ever be tempted to date him again. Here, I will make a list of reasons why you should never consider being with him again—times he hurt you, stifled your growth, and made you feel like less than you are.” 

Here is the list:

-He was flippant about things that mattered to me.

-He would schedule things to interfere with my own plans, and then guilt me into abandoning my plans for his. He was always in control.

-If he was mad a me, he would only cook dinner for himself while I was there.

-I wasn’t allowed to pick tv shows and movies to watch.

-He often pressured me to drive to visit him in very dangerous weather (one time I nearly spun out).

-He blamed me for his own personal issues.

-I got the silent treatment often.

-He pressured me to sign a lease with him.

-He stole my jokes and told them to his friends, taking credit.

-He drank often—whiskey usually, and drinking made him mean.

-He cheated on me with other teens, younger each time.

-He insisted we drive everywhere together so I couldn’t leave.

-He pretended he didn’t know me in social gatherings, and would pull away if I was affectionate in public.

-He would tell me he would pay for dinner, but on the spot refuse to pick up the tab so that I would have to. One day I remember I told him I couldn’t afford to eat out. He convinced me to come because he “really wanted me there” and said he would cover me. We went to an expensive ramen place on Pearl in Denver with his brother and shared sake. It was a nice treat until Tyler suggested we split the tab at the end of the meal. I mentioned what he said to me before about paying and he stated he never said that. Frustrated and not wanting to cause a scene in front of his brother, I paid for the meal. He would do things like this constantly, which really made me question reality at times…what had happened versus what I remembered. The deeper into the relationship I got the more I was disoriented and confused, and his control over me grew.

-He insulted my close friends, and was not okay with me being around men, or talking to men.

-He would even get upset if I would text or talk to people in our friend group, especially when he wasn’t present. One night, Tyler invited the girl he was cheating on me with to the county fair with our friend group. He was shameless about this and would often invite her to hang out in front of me, which was psychological torture. It was normalized. No one in the friend group would acknowledge this, and I was slowly losing my mind. She was even there during Tyler and I’s anniversary. But that is another story. We are all at the fair together and Tyler is acting like I don’t exist…isn’t walking with me, talking to me, looking at me, like we are strangers who have never met. The group gets on a roller coaster, and I get into a cab with another male in the friend group, as Tyler had already picked his seat. After the roller coaster, Tyler pushes past me forcefully to show me he is angry. I say his name and he doesn’t answer. I touch his arm and he yanks away and says, “why don’t you go and fuck [male friend]?” He then joined the girl he was cheating on me with. I decided to leave the fair, in disgust, and I had a mental breakdown. I looked back on this moment with great shame because no one asked me about it later or saw if I was okay. I felt very alone then.

-He pressured me to cut ties with my family

-He would punch things when he was angry, which scared me. He punched a hole in the wall, and a hole in the door. One day, while moving stuff, Tyler got frustrated and punched the side of a moving truck in front of his dad. His dad got really upset, which meant he doesn’t really see that side of Tyler.

-When I found out he was cheating on me, I asked him to leave. He refused to leave my home, and refused to leave my bed. He didn’t stay one word…he just stared at me, silently, arms crossed. I had nowhere to sleep, so I asked a friend at the music college if I could sleep on his couch. Later, when I returned, Tyler verbally attacked me and claimed “you probably fucked him last night”.

-He threatened that if I ever studied abroad I would be hurting our relationship and he would break up with me. The internship I was considering was 3 months long.

-He could eat my food I bought, but I was not allowed to eat his food unless he let me.

-He thought it was funny to urinate on me in the shower which truly disgusted me.

-He never did anything special for me on my birthday.

-If Tyler took me out for a date and paid for dinner, he 110% expected sex in return and was enraged if I refused. Some nights I would be studying hard and completing homework to meet deadlines—the deadlines came after his needs. He often pressured me into sex while I was working towards something positive, whether that was school, art projects, or self care tasks.

So where do we go from here? Basically, I started this blog so that this will not continue. So that people who speak up and aren’t heard have a safe area to talk about their experiences. Despite the abuse, there were times I really saw hope in Tyler, but his abusive and self-sabotaging behavior has continued to hurt himself, those close to him, and those he has victimized…not to mention future victims. I do think that Tyler can get better, but he has to take one long look at himself and recognize his trail of destruction. It’s only when he can find empathy can he then seek treatment in forms of domestic violence rehab classes and extensive therapy. If you choose to be close to Tyler, you have a responsibility to inspire those changes in him instead of enable his behavior. Your silence is more hurtful than you ever know. There were so many times where friends, and kind people, have turned their backs on me every time I reached for help, not wanting to acknowledge the extent of Tyler’s abuse. I feel that the constant normalization of violence on women is gut-wrenching. But the only person who can really change is Tyler himself.

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VERSES

Here are all of the universes I play Chris in. If you want a thread set in a particular verse, let me know. If you don't see a verse that works for your muse, I'm always happy to make a closed verse for our muses.

Threads within a verse are on their own timeline or sub-verse, especially multiple threads with one partner in a specific verse (since they tend to build their own continuity).

MISC.

v: TEENAGE WASTELAND ( Teen. )

Gen. verse for all the threads in any verse where Chris is a teenager. FC: Dylan Sprayberry

Tag: #v: Teenage Wasteland ( Teen )

v: UNDETERMINED

All threads with an undetermined verse go here.

Tag: #v: Undetermined

CANON/MAIN

v: BACK IN TIME ( Main / Season 6. )

Follows the canon storyline for season six, picking up after Chris has established himself as the Charmed Ones' Whitelighter and (reluctantly) helped them rescue Leo from Valhalla.

Note: I play Chris as if the Charmed Ones and Leo are still unaware of his true identity.

Tag: #v: Back in Time ( Main )

Subverse: SEE THESE EYES SO GREEN ( Werepanther!Chris )

v: IF I CAN’T SAVE YOU, I SWEAR I’LL STOP YOU ( Unchanged Future. )

Chris’s older brother Wyatt has turned evil and taken over both the magical and mortal communities (the Twice-Blessed Child is now akin to the Source of All Evil). Chris is secretly trying to come up with a plan to save Wyatt all while trying to survive.

Tag: #v: If I Can’t Save You I Swear I’ll Stop You ( Unchanged Future )

v: CHARMED LEGACY ( Changed Future. )

Chris grew up battling demons and other forces of evil alongside his older brother Wyatt, younger sister Melinda, and his assorted cousins, carrying on the Charmed Ones’ legacy once Piper, Phoebe, and Paige “retired” from magical work.

Although he doesn't serve as a Whitelighter, Chris will often take it upon himself to help out new witches who are just growing into their powers.

Tag: #v: Charmed Legacy ( Changed Future )

CANON AU

v: HE’S FALLEN FROM GRACE TILL THE END OF ALL HIS DAYS ( Evil!Chris / Mirror Universe. )

Chris is a Darklighter-witch and serves as an assassin, taking out witches, Whitelighters, and demons. He cannot heal; instead, he has the ability to kill his victims with a touch.

Tag: #v: He’s Fallen From Grace Till the End of All His Days ( Evil!Chris )

v: ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE ( “Morality Bites” timeline. )

Magic was exposed in 2009 when Phoebe Halliwell used her powers to kill Cal Greene. While a local D.A. Nathaniel Pratt began a modern-day witch hunt as a platform for political office, many witches went further underground. Others decided they'd had enough of hiding and it was time to fight back.

Chris has gone into hiding, only using his magic when it's strictly necessary.

Tag: #v: All Hell Breaks Loose ( Morality Bites AU )

AU

v: STUDENTLIGHTER ( College AU. )

Chris is attending college at UCLA (University of California, Los Angeles) for their nursing program. As such, he is a School of Nursing student (going for a Bachelor of Science as an undergrad and a Masters Entry Clinical Nurse for his masters/graduate). He's also working his way through school with a part-time job at a strip club. However, studies tend to become rather difficult when magical hijinks keep ensuing.

Tag: #v: Studentlighter ( College )

v: BLOOD WITCH ( SWEEP series AU. )

Chris Halliwell is the second-born child to Piper and Leo Halliwell, and the latest in the Warren line—a powerful line of hereditary "blood witches". Chris is half-Woodbane through his mother (one of the Seven Great Clans)—and while he's not as powerful as his mother, aunts, or his older brother, he is very knowledgeable about the Craft and is very skilled with his own magick.

Tag: #v: Blood Witch ( Sweep series AU )

CROSSOVER

v: SAVING PEOPLE, HUNTING THINGS ( Supernatural. )

After a spell gone awry in an attempt to escape Wyatt’s forces, Chris has found himself in an entirely different universe. He still has his witchlighter powers and has (eventually) found himself working alongside Dean and Sam Winchester and the angel Castiel.

Tag: #v: Saving People Hunting Things ( Spn )

v: I’M FIGHTING THIS WAR SINCE THE DAY OF THE FALL ( Freeform’s Shadowhunters. )

Chris has moved to New York City partly to get away from Wyatt and Leo, partly to investigate the increase in demonic activity. While there he encounters the Shadowhunters, the Institute, learns about the war with Valentine; and does whatever he can to help: hunt demons, protect Downworlders, make sure Valentine doesn't succeed in obtaining the rest of the Mortal Instruments, keep news of his location hidden from his older brother... And he has to try not to seriously injure anyone who refers to him as a warlock.

Note: Have watched up to s2e14 in TV canon.

Tag: #v: I’m Fighting This War Since the Day of the Fall ( Shadowhunters )

v: I DON’T CARE IF HEAVEN WON’T TAKE ME BACK ( The Mortal Instruments. )

Chris has time-traveled back to 2007 on orders from the Elders. His mission: watch over a certain group of Nephilim from the New York Institute and do whatever he can to guide and help in the Mortal War. After Valentine is killed by Raziel, Chris shifts his focus to fighting against Jonathan Morgenstern (aka Sebastian) in the Dark War alongside the Shadowhunters and Downworlders.

Note: Have read up to City of Fallen Angels in main series, The Bane Chronicles, and Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy.

Tag: #v: I Don’t Care if Heaven Won’t Take Me Back ( The Mortal Instruments )

v: INSANITY IS ALL AROUND US ( MTV’s Teen Wolf. )

Piper decided to move the boys to Beacon Hills, California, when Chris was just about to start sophomore year at his old high school. It's not long before the teenage witchlighter realizes there's something supernatural about Beacon Hills and winds up getting himself involved in the drama between bitten Beta werewolf Scott McCall and his pack, werewolf hunters, and other hijinks.

Note: Chris' default age for this verse will be 16+. It will primarily follow season 1 & 2 of Teen Wolf, but I can easily jump around in the series' timeline.

Tag: #v: Insanity Is All Around Us ( Teen Wolf )

CLOSED

v: Southern Style Black Magic ( lovelycajunnurse. )

Magical Roma aren't supposed to have Whitelighters, but Chris was never really one for following the Elders' rules. His most recent charge is Bailey Thibodeaux, a Roma that lives in Florida (and who is originally from Louisiana).

Tag: #v: Southern Style Black Magic

v: Dual War ( naturalblcnde. )

It started after San Francisco fell and the SF Institute fell with it. That’s when the Clave began to accept that Wyatt Halliwell was indeed a threat, not just to the witches sequestered in that area. When they tried to resettle in New York, Wyatt attacked them too.

It was then the Clave and the few leaders the witches had came to an agreement. Teams of witches and Shadowhunters in equal measure were formed, fighting the hordes of relentless evil even as they were cut down. Witches took Shadowhunter runes, Shadowhunters made witches potions and helped to make one that activated , both learning to utilize and share their respective skills. Teams became family, witch and Shadowhunter bloodlines mixing and forming a new type of warrior.

Chris Halliwell has been partnered with Jace Wayland, a Shadowhunter and the team leader. Unbeknownst to the Clave, they've come up with a way to prevent this war from ever happening: Chris travels back in time to save his older brother.

Everything goes downhill after that.

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if you haven’t, you should (part xxvii)

27th installment of my Olicity-centric Arrow fanfiction recommendations, parts: I, II, III, IV, V, VI,VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI,  XVII, XVIII, XIX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, XXIV, XXV & XXVI.

I am going to start off with a slew of @thatmasquedgirl recommendations. My wifey has been prolific and brilliant of late: first up, a little something I inspired, say pineapple to Masque and she thinks Psych (as should we all) and when thinking about Psych meets Olicity prompts this beautiful craziness ensues: Cat in the Cradle (Or in Felicity's Apartment). Then of course when she has a fake!psychic!Felicity AU happening and I put a little word in her ear about that version meeting fake!pyschic!Oliver this bit of delight followed: Close Company. But I’m not the only one giving her ideas, thanks to @thebookjumper's Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon we’ve also been gifted with this stellar Tarzan AU: Uncharted Territory. (Seriously if Masque doesn’t write more in this verse I will cry bitter tears of woe.) Last, but never least, the latest installment in Deathstroke!Felicity: Bite the Bullet. AND OMG MASQUE JUST POSTED SOMETHING IN THE Dark, Dirty, Dangerous series – this was like my fave, after TA, until recently. I HAVE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN: Hostile Territory.

In the Wake of Yesterday by foreverfelicityqueen (@stydiasredstring) & holysmoaksoliver (@holysmoaksoliver ). The long awaited follow-up to Before the World Wakes. Malcolm is using Felicity, Waller is using Tommy and Oliver has finally decided to return home – without a heads up – can our beloved trio get their acts together and save the day? If you’ve haven’t read this series consider me very mad at you. It is magnificent.

The Love Thieves: Ludus by TrueMyth. Another long awaited sequel (to The Love Thieves: Amour de Soi), Felicity and Oliver are assigned a Section mission where they must play married. @truemyth has out done herself with the UST, mission stakes, and creepy bad guy. I beg of you: read, comment, and kudos.

Beneath the Shadowed Hood (There is a Mark Upon My Countenance) by geniewithwifi (@geniewithwifi). Steampunk!Soulmate AU. It is nearly impossible to describe what is going on with this fic, but it so amazing. Just go, READ IT. You won’t regret it.

Felicity Smoak and the City of Gold by acheaptrickandacheesyoneline. Part Mummy, part National Treasure and whole lot of fun … librarian Felicity Smoak gets pulled into a treasure hunt with Oliver Queen, son of the famous adventurer and treasure hunter Robert Queen, whose out to make his own mark on the world.

My Home series by adiwriting (@adiwriting ). AU series of stories where Oliver and Felicity are childhood friends separated when her mother moves them to Las Vegas. Throughout the years they maintain their more than friendship before Oliver Queen is lost at sea … or is he?

Panthera Pardus by AlexiaBlackbriar13. Another of my talented wives has been busy spinning her AU web, this time werepanther!Oliver. @alexiablackbriar13 has also updated her Man's Best Friend verse with Betrayed Hatred. So much Quentin Lance in this one and I adore it!

Hide Away {We Could Be Beautiful} by beinmyheart . No Island/Arrow AU that takes a realistic look at life for Felicity wheelchair bound as she takes on a new job as the EA to a certain CEO.

The Mirror in the Attic by Sophie1973. AU with time traveling. Felicity Smoak inherits a crumbling house from the reclusive Oliver Queen. Having no connection to him, his gift is a mystery she finds herself compelled to answer, but the impossible happens when a mirror leads her to meet Oliver Queen in the 1940s.

At the Edge of the Ocean by Bindy417 (@bindy417). Mermaid!Felicity and no crazy mercenaries (or Sara) island AU.

Not The One From Delphi by ExcellentlyEllen. Dueling vigilantes kind of, sort of AU. The Green Arrow doesn’t like the new vigilante that has popped up in Starling City, little does he know, she’s a lot closer to him than he knows.

Left To Fate by MISSYriver (@missyriver). Sort of inspired Serendipity AU. Fate brought them together and circumstances pulled them apart, but will they be able to find each other again before it is too late?

ribs are a cage (of a wild heart) by sarcastic_fina (@sarcasticfina). A Teen Wolf inspired AU. Honestly I’ve never seen the show, I am not 100% sure what is happening, but I love it anyhow.

some fairytale bliss by callistawolf (@callistawolf). Post 5.23 fic, Oliver, Felicity & gang returning to Star City. Each chapter is inspired by TheBookJumper's Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon prompts.

Beyond The Spotlight by arrow_through_my_writers_block. Sort of Bodyguard-ish but so many twist. Pop star Felicity Smoak has a mysterious past that is rearing its ugly head. When threats get too close to home new bodyguard Oliver Queen is brought on to strengthen her security and keep her safe.

The Beast Within by felicityollies (@felicityollies). Soulmate AU with a twist. Oliver comes back from Lian Yu with more than just arrow-ing abilities, he’s also a werewolf.

Bonds That Can't Be Broken by Wherethereissmoak. Alpha/Beta/Omega AU where a drunken night in Vegas leads to a certain duo bonding without remembering who exactly with ... and how they find each other again. Also by @wherethereissmoak ... To supplement her income Felicity Smoak is a donor to the outed vampire population, ready to retire her last feeding job is Oliver Queen. Sparks fly and things happen:  Tastes like pure joy.

Of Sutures, Spilled Juice, and Sticky Notes by KayleeThePete. AU where paramedic Oliver Queen finds himself assisting one of the Starling City’s vigilantes (aka Felicity Smoak).

Anything But Ordinary by Hellbrat (Ringred19) . Heading into season 3 canon divergent tale where Felicity’s latent Slayer gene finally activates causing complications with Team Arrow, especially as vampires begin to pop up in Starling.

Now for some oldies (aka previous recommendations), but goodies that were recently updated:

AlexiaBlackbriar13’s Defend Not The Man, But The Mind (Bellator!Oliver. Really if I have to say more you should be ashamed of yourself.)

Abbie’s (@absentlyabbie) Way Down We Go (Part 4 of her brilliant Long Way Down series)

writewithurheart’s (@writewithurheart) There's a Machine Where My Heart Should Be (A glorious steampunk, each thought the other was dead AU)

greyhorizon’s What You Will (Modern Twelfth Night-inspired AU)

QueenKLee's The Wrong Girl. (I am legit in love with what she has done with Isabel in this fic. Not something I would ever in a million years ever think I’d say.)

SuperSillyAndDorky06’s (@supersillyanddorky06) The Predator (Rival mob AU)

dettiot (@dettiot) & Mel_Sanfo’s (@melsanfo) Two Men, Same Name (Two Olivers! What could wrong? Hint: A LOT.)

And now for a little self-promotion, my Gargoyles AU, Defenders of the Night.

#olicity #arrow #olicity fic #arrow fic #olicity fanfiction #fanfic recommendations #get reading folks #shameless plug

[lets-break-free-from-our-chains]

I Choose My Poison and, It’s You

Request: Hii! Could I get a Roan x reader (based on the tinderbox episode) where the reader is the best fighter from Skaikru and has a history with Roan and they care for each other and Bellamy doesn't stop Riley so the reader takes the bullet for Roan and then maybe the reader insists on going the fuel delivery mission and she's just a bad ass and just fluff please?? Thanksss

(A/N): Hey guys! Sorry I’ve been MIA for a while but, I hope this story will make up for it! Don’t forget guys, that requests are still open. Also, in this story I really see the reader coming from a family like the Argents (Teen Wolf) or the Lightwoods (Shadowhunters). Anyways, This was the song I was listening to as I wrote this and I really think it’s the perfect song to describe this one-shot, Poison- by Rita Ora, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJu6Fh1FSEo Also thank you guys for taking the time to read this. Love, Heda -xoxoxo

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You were speaking with the second in command, Imogen, of your elite guard when you heard shouting coming from the entrance of the Ark. Your head snapped in the direction of the noise as your eyes narrowed and, you yell to your other soldiers to follow you as you ran towards the main room. As you break through the doorway you see Clarke leaning over a girl laying on a table and, motion for your soldiers to stand down.  When you saw there was no impending threat at the moment, you walk towards Clarke and, as you come closer you realize the girl is Octavia Blake, Bellamy’s little sister.

“What happened?” You demanded. Clarke ignores you as she continues to try and resuscitate Octavia so, you stand back and, watch intently until Octavia draws breathe again and opens her eyes. You finally notice the grounder standing near the group as he watches Clarke help Octavia and feel yourself become defensive as you stormed up to him. “Who are you? What do want? Why are you here? Where did you come from?” You regarded him, fiercely. He seemed stunned for a moment and, You could tell he had never met a Skaikru warrior like you. You were hostile but, collected and intimidating.

“I-I-I’m-“ He stuttered, only serving to make you glare harder at him and stepped closer.

“I asked you a question. Answer me!” You snapped.

“Director (Y/L/N).” Clarke warned. You opened your mouth to reprimand her when Octavia started to mumble and, as you turned to interrogate the grounder you stopped, abruptly, when you heard her whisper ‘Azgeda’. You moved next to her as she looked at you, urgently but, weakly.

“My name is Illian kom-“ The grounder began to speak but, you cut him off. “Quiet!” You hissed, “Go on, Octavia.” You encouraged.

“Azgeda is coming. War is here…” she whispered and, her words hit you like a ton of bricks as you look away. Roan immediately came to your mind and, you cursed to yourself, because after all that happened he still held your heart in his hands. He had always been your weakness. Since the beginning when he relentlessly pursued you. You shook the thoughts of your amazing time together from your head as you made yourself more productive with plans of defense. You look to Clarke and share a look before she nodded. “Get her to the medical bay!” Clarke said, to Monty and Niylah.

You make your way to your office as you lose yourself in your thoughts of the past. You loved Roan so much that sometimes the pain of not being with him became unbearable but, that love and pain will not stop you from defending your people from enemy coming to kill them. You straighten your back and hold your head high as you enter the office and, wait for the others to make their way in. As the others gather around the table you speak.

“Let’s begin.”

               You stand next to Clarke as you both see Azgeda warriors break the horizon and, your breathe caught in your throat as you see Roan. He’s as handsome as ever and, you feel all your feelings towards him surface from the place you’d tried so hard to bury them. As he comes closer you speak, “NO FURTHER!” You demand, harshly. Roan raises his fist as he stops, halting the Azgeda warriors as well before, he begins conversing Echo. He glances towards you as he’s talking and finally they both turn towards you and Clarke.

“Roan, we need to talk.” Clarke says, and you roll your eyes. Although you were secretly grateful that she was so stubborn because you didn’t want to fight Roan either, as much as your mind told you it was the most rational thing to do. However, for an entirely difference reason than Clarke’s. “It’s a little late for that.” He responses, then says something in Trigedasleng. Suddenly, Azgeda archers are pointing arrows at you and Clarke and, you feel myself shift defensively, glaring fiercely at Roan. It was a glare that even the bravest warrior would run from.

“It’s not too late to talk if you don’t want your army slaughtered and you wish to walk away with your life, HAIHEFA!” You hissed, viciously, as you look to the cliffs and back to them. Echo seems to catch on as she looked to the cliffs as well before turning to her king. She says something to him that you couldn’t quite hear and, he looks down at his chest, where multiple green laser pointers rested. He looks up at you, doubtfully, almost like he doesn’t believe you’ll order your soldiers to shoot him but, you leave your face void of emotion. Even if it’s killing you on the inside, you needed to make this decision in your mind and, not your heart. You needed to make this decision as the fearless director of Skaikru and, not as Roan’s lover. He nodded to Echo and, she called to a few other warriors. Suddenly two people with their heads covered are pushed forward. You already knew who it was before the bags were removed from their head, as Chancellor Kane and Bellamy didn’t make it back before Azgeda arrived.

“Ten minutes is all I ask.” Clarke says. He finally relents and gets down from his “high” horse. He walks towards you and Clarke and, you pull your walkie-talkie from your waist. “if any Azgeda warrior steps a toe out of that kill box, you light em’ up! Shoot to kill!” You ordered. Roan had reached you both by now and as you put your walkie-talkie away you look at him. You stare at each other for a minute before Clarke reminds you she’s still there. As you turn to begin your way back in the direction of Arkadia you see Clarke throw you a sympathetic look. You knew, she knew, this was hard for you but, you also know she doesn’t doubt your loyalty or resolve. She’s one of the few people who knew of you and Roan’s secret relationship but, she also knew you would always fight for your clan when the time came for such acts of violence. You feel Roan’s hand graze yours as you walk side by side and, glance at him only to see him glancing back at you. A shiver ran down your spine and, you thought to yourself,

‘This is going to be a tough negotiation. For more reasons than one.’

               Your head was beginning to hurt hearing Clarke and Roan go back and forth and, you finally snapped, “The ship is worth nothing unfinished,” You state, venomously. You, instantly, get their attention, “You didn’t bring your army here to just take the ship, I don’t care what you say, you brought your army here to kill us because you knew I, of all my people, would never let you take it with a fight.” Roan went to protest but, you cut him off, “We didn’t lie to you about anything either, a man and woman are what others say they are and nothing more. If others say Skaikru people are lairs, our word is worth nothing.” You say, seriously. “I will NOT let Azgeda push us around any long.”

 Clarke begins to look worried as she shakes her head at you, “Either Azgeda honors the alliance, as Skaikru has or, I command the Skaikru soldiers to kill every last Azgeda warrior in sight. We have more bullets than you have men. You’ll lose.” You said. Roan looks at you and, though he may appear strong and unshaken, his eyes betray him. He’s conflicted and you know why. It’s because of you and you feel the same about fight him but, you couldn’t back away from this fight. Your family taught you better than that. They taught you to never back away from a fight that you believe in and never let people push you around. Roan sighs, still looking conflicted, before speaking.

 “Fight it is.” He says, before turning away and walking to the entrance of the cave.

 “Wait!” Clarke demands. “What if we shared the ship?” Roan stops before facing Clarke. You and Clarke share a look before you nod your consent to her offer.

               After making a blood pact with King Roan and his people, the three of you began to make your way out of the cave. You were a few feet ahead of Clarke and Roan and, as you come out of the cave you stand to the side of the entrance. As you look at your surroundings you see Imogen, a handcuffed Bellamy, and Echo talking urgently to, Riley Sullivan. you finally noticed he had a gun pointed at the entrance of the cave and, still he hadn’t shoot even though you were standing outside. Then you remember that he hates the Ice nation more than anyone else because of what they did to him and, you had the Azgeda king himself with you. Which means he’s here to kill Roan. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized this and you turn to the cave just as Roan and Clarke came out.

“NO!!!” You shout, startling Roan and Clarke. You moved towards them and jump in front of Roan as you heard the gun fire. The force of the bullet knocked you down and, the impact of the shot felt like the heat of a fire had taken over your body but, instead of it burning you, it felt like it was caressing your skin. The feeling of the shot was a dull and almost numb pain and you knew why. Sometimes when a wound is severe enough the nerve endings surrounding the wound are stunned. You could taste a hint of blood in the back of your throat as your body started to slightly jerk.

“No! Oh my god…(Y/N)!” Clarke sobbed, as she kneeled back your body. Roan was by your side in an instant as his hands framed your face gently. “Why?!” he asked you as he looked at you, desperately. He looked to Clarke with a hard stone-like expression. “You do whatever it takes to save her or I will cause you unimaginable pain and suffering. I promise you that!” He growled, as the others gathered around you.

You started to stutter as you tried to speak. “Im-Imo-gen.” You struggle to say, as they all looked at you. “Director (Y/L/N).” Your second responded, looking at you intently.

“Arrest R-Ri-ley S-S-Sullivian f-for T-t-t-treason” You say, as your breath hitches and stutters. Imogen nodded, as she briskly marches to a, stunned and shocked, Riley and, pulls his arms behind his back, before handcuffing him. You looked to Roan as he watches you, intensely. “F-f-for The-e A-a-alliance. For y-you!” You breathe in, harshly, your lungs searching for air as your throat tightened and you let a few tears fall from your eyes. You hear Roan gasp and his eyes fill with tears while his thumbs stroke your cheekbones. You hear Clarke lightly sobbing while she tries to stop the bleeding and keep you alive. Roan turned to Echo, who was staring at you sorrowfully and shocked, and, spoke to her gruffly, “Gather all the healers from the war band and bring them here. Tell them if they refuse I’ll have all their heads on pikes by sun-rise!” She nodded, taking one last look at you, before taking off in a sprint back to the Azgeda war-band.

He turns back to you and, holds your head gently in his hands, as you begin to speak again, “I w-will al-w-ways love y-you no mat-t-ter w-w-what, R-Roan…”

You feel yourself fade into darkness as you distantly hear people talking to you. Something about staying with them…

               You could hear faint whispering, almost like it wasn’t there. It felt like you were at one end of a hallway while the whispering was at the other end. However, the more you focused the louder the whispering became till it was like the words were being spoken right into your ears. As you focus on the voices and you slowly start to recognize them. Roan was there. You know he’s there because you can feel his hands caressing your arms and face while he spoke soft, sweet words to you. You’d know his voice and gentle touches anywhere and, that brought you immense comfort. To know that he hadn’t abandoned you but, it’s not like you thought he would.

Clarke are there as well. Her serious words and the ‘doctor’ tone in her voice make it easy to identify her. Clarke’s soft words of comfort and hopeful wishes for you to heal completely and wake up, warm your heart. Imogen reporting to you and, asking you for guidance even though you can’t answer. You wanted to wake up so badly, for all of them. You just didn’t know how.

               When you finally opened your eyes, everything was blurrily and extremely bright. You could make out the forms of two people standing over you and, one was holding a light up to your eyes. The light was way too bright for your liking so you groaned and, lifted your arms up to push the light away from your face. You heard a deep chuckle and a little giggle as your vision started to clear up and, you could finally see who they were as you let out a small yawn. It was Roan and Clarke and, they were both smiling down at you as you shift in your medical bed. Once I settle again, Roan leans down to place a sweet kiss on your lips and, Clarke leans down to give you a small hug as she speaks.

“Hey, sleepy head. Welcome back,” She says, softly. You offer her a small smile before your eyes drift to Roan, who’s watch you closely, for any signs of pain or discomfort. He lifts his hand and, strokes your cheek and temple as he smiles at you. Clarke shifts on her feet as she looks to the doorway of the medical bay before speaking again, “The others will want to know your awake. I’ll let them know.” She smiled before leaving you and Roan alone together.

“How long was I out for?” you asked, softly.

“About two days.” He says, “A lot was gone on while you were out. The ark was set on fire by the Trishanakru grounder and –“ 

“what!” you cut him off, to which he looked kind of agitated but quickly forgot it when you began to get out of. “Woah, what are you doing!” Roan slightly panicked, “you need to rest, ai hodnes.”

               You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but, never the less, you began making your way through the medical bay. You were stopped by the i.v in your hand as Roan came running around the bed to stop you. You felt kind of light headed and your legs felt shaky but, that wasn’t going to stop you from getting back to work and finding out what happened. Roan tried to stop you but, you just ripped the i.v out of you hand and pushed him out of the way as you made your way to the doorway.

When you find Clarke, with Roan following behind me, to say she was surprised was an understatement. “What are you doing, (Y/N)! You need to rest!” Clarke said, worried. You point my finger in her direction and demanded, “You’re going to tell me exactly what the hell is going on, right now!”

                So many things were going on and it felt like your head might actually explode. The one thing that was certain is that you needed to get the rocket fuel to Becca’s island and, you were going to help even if it killed you. The human race only had two weeks left to prepare before the death wave hit and you weren’t gonna lie. You were scared and worried. It felt so real now that the radiation was only so far away and you felt alone. You guessed, you’d brought the feeling of being alone, on yourself. You pushed away your parents because you felt like they would never understand why you did the things you did. You had come so far from being a rebel child, who only wanted to prove that she wasn’t going to be like her parents, to being exactly like her parents, who were directors of the Skaikru soldiers before you.

               Before you had taken your position as the new director of Skaikru forces you never understood why your parents did the things they did. It had always felt like they were the bad guys because they made decisions that made it seem like they were nothing but, ruthless and cruel. You realized not long after you became director that like Kane and Jaha, your parents might have been the ones truly holding the sky people together. The longer you served as director the more it became easier to accept that you were in fact, just like your parents.

               You had pushed away Roan because you were from two different clans and, you felt that you could never truly be together. Everyday you regretted your decision, to push Roan, a little more. Now the realization that you were alone had sunk in and, you had no idea what to do. You sat at the end of your bed, lost in your thoughts, when someone knocked on your door. Still lost in your thoughts, answer back for them to, come in. Roan entered the room and, quietly shut the door before looking at you, as you continued to stare off into space. He began to walk closer to you and, when he reached you, he sat down next to you. He looked at you for a minute, studying you, before speaking.

“Your afraid,” he observed, as he turned to you. You scoffed, lightly, before glancing at him, “Only a fool would have the audacity to not be afraid.” You say, sarcastically but, softly with a small smile on your face. Roan chuckles at this as he stands up and, pulls you up with him, only to bring you into his arms. You buried my face into his fur jacket. “I’m scared more than I normally would be because I feel alone.” I confess, quietly. His arms tighten around me as mine tighten around him.

“Your never going to be alone in this world, ai gona. You’ll always have me even if you do try your hardest to push me away.” He says, his voice as gruff and deep as ever. He pulls back and, gently holds your face between his hands as he leans in to kiss you. Your breath hitched and, your heart skipped a beat when his lips meet yours passionately. This felt right. Being here in his arms with his lips on yours while the rest of the world vanished. Sadly, you soon need air and he pulls away but, not before kissing you one more time.

“ Well make it through the second praimfira and then we can truly be together.” He says, as he look at me, lovingly. I nodded as I spoke, “I’d like that.”

He smiled before pulling me to him so he could kiss me again.

‘Oh yeah, this is definitely right. This is definitely how me and roan are supposed to be.’ You thought to yourself.

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[pale-silver-comb]

Personally, I'd rewrite the whole thing from season one with a romance-of-the-three-kingdoms style conflict to allow Scott, Derek, and Stiles to all shine in their own ways. I could pit them against each other in a sort of Game-of-Thrones style alpha v alpha v sarcasm, with both alphas trying to seduce Stiles (and Stiles' forces) to their side. I'd use the separated groups to send smaller and weaker groups after minor threats, keeping tension up in smaller fights, while also making larger (cont)

fights more cathartic, as the three armies are working together in a much larger scale battle. I’d have the three armies’ forces increase as time goes on, with the divisions between the three sides keeping the cast manageable. I’d have the sides skirmish as a means of highlighting the differences between the armies’ leadership types and organizational structure. I’d probably focus on tactics and strategy, especially from stiles’ side. 

I think I’d move away from the show’s focus on the supernatural world. I wouldn’t go out of my way to rewrite the TW supernatural underground, I just wouldn’t make the incoming threats the instigators of all of the plot. The plot would move forward with the conflicts of the three armies regardless of outside supernatural threats, with the threats as a source of additional strain on our heroes, and multiple threats forcing even the separate armies to divide themselves further to fend off multiple attacks. 

I think I might go for a Percy Jackson-esque “knowing about the supernatural causes it to try to kill you” approach to explain why BH is such a weird magnet, and the same idea could explain why there are so few people willing to tell them about it. I think I’d remove the “you’re teens but you know the supernatural you’re special” part of the show in favor of an atmosphere of “yeah you know about the supernatural that happens, it’s the fact that you LIVED that’s interesting”. 

I’d want early wins for the gang to be more dumb-luck, skin-of-their-teeth flavor stuff that takes maximum effort from EVERYONE to survive. This could keep the series from growing into a DBZ style power-level measuring contest. I’ve been thinking about OCs to fill in the gaps in the rosters for the three armies, particularly in Stiles’ army. I’m thinking about giving Stiles’ army a gimmick of supernatural abilities that are inherently human in nature. 

An example is Jae Nguyen, an OC I’ve been playing around with in my head. Jae is a former MMA world champion who retired in his glory to avoid retirement forced by injury. Should encounter the supernatural, his fighting spirit would be reignited, and he would throw himself into training with a ferocity never seen before. The idea is that Jae is “called Oni,” or in other words has surpassed or eventually surpasses what should be physically possible for ahuman. 

At the same time, he isn’t “beyond human.” He’s more human. To anyone looking for human qi, Jae is like a blazing beacon of humanity. Jae could add to the story by being either able to go toe-to-toe with alpha werewolves or even easily defeat beta after beta in hand to hand. With a character able to easily defeat werewolves without the weakness to wolfsbane, this could give some much-needed focus on the wolves’ other abilities, like enhanced senses and even more, regenerationwhile also removing any chances of that “flailing around with claws” style that the show is so fond of. Jae’s greatest rival in hand to hand combat would probably be Derek, as I imagine a born wolf like Derek would have training in martial arts. 

The combination of alpha power and martial arts would be more than enough to overpower Jae, which would push Jae’s fighting spirit into overdrive. The same fight could set Jae up as a nice stable-big-brother figure for Stiles as well as herself without breaking a sweat. She’d be a mentor to Stiles’ gang in place of the cryptic Deaton, with her to-the-point advice, hands-on approach, and indomitable will. She could also teach Stiles about qi.

 As the second continuation to my Three Armies AU, I want to talk about sparks. Generally, the idea of a “spark” in TW has been a kind of magical talent possessed by a spellcaster. I’d like to take it into a different direction. I read one fanfic where Stiles played around with his spark while it was outside his body like a ball made of light. I wanted to run with this idea because Stiles’ army’s gimmick is their adherence to humanity, so any supernatural powers are actually human abilities that aren’t normally tapped into. Stiles’ army is supposed to be so human that they actually repel minor spells and resist major ones.

If a dark spellcaster were to enchant the entirety of Beacon hills with some kind of unending sleep spell, Stiles’ army would be able to resist with some difficulty, at least until they grew fatigued. To contrast, Derek’s trained supernatural insiders and Scott’s circle of chosen ones would be out like lights the moment the spell was cast, while theaverage human might take a minute to crash. On the far end of the spectrum, the ultra-human Jae and his equally if not more ultra-human grandmother might feel a little more drowsy than usual after twenty-four hours of nonstop combat 

Not to discount the massive wells of courage already in Stiles, Lydia, and John Stilinski. I’ve also thought about Jae’s yet-unnamed grandmother, a spry little eighty-year-old woman and fellow “oni” martial artist. She would practice Tai Chi as a combat art, and would be able to systematically destroy opponents much stronger and faster than  

To continue the Three Armies AU, there was this one scene where–okay, I’m really tired all of a sudden but there’s this girl who’s captain of the BH basketball team who got attacked in the bathroom by a vampire and she broke his ankles and bolted then learned about the supernatural. Then she learns qi powers and gets to naruto run up vertical surfaces and her fighting style basically amounts to the sickest streetball game and dunks known to all of humanity, gosh I’m tired

With this in mind for my Three Armies AU, I want Stiles’ spark to be less like a magical ability, and more related to qi control, like old Chinese stories about monks, scholars, or warriors that could use qi for telekinesis or to make “qi arrows”. Stiles’ spark would be something like a qi arrow, but with a more tai-chi bent to it. Stiles could use Tai Chi to change the jing, which is like a state of qi, of his spark, so that it can do things like pass harmlessly through allies or curve to hit multiple opponents. So Stiles would have a kind of toned-down DBZ ki blast, except he’d throw it like a baseball. 

I remember reading some fic where Stiles was a baseballer and the idea really fit with him, so between his wits, bat, and qi fastball, I’m playing a baseball motif with him. I remember writing a song about baseballer Stiles, the lyrics went something like:

“S-L-G one thousand–slug it all the way/ R-B-I on you– I’m watchin’ ev'ry day/ 3-6-5 ain’t average–hear them ‘bout to say/ Frozen rope comin’ at'cha–best get out the way/ The batter’s up to plate–this batter’s up to plate// "No boots, no gloves, no helmet/ No rules, no ump here to tell me/ My team colors are black and blue, and I’m not gonna rest until they’re all over you!” But that’s incredibly digressive of me. Next ask, I'mma talk about this girl OC.

Holy hot damn. I think this is the longest fic idea anyone has ever sent me???

Seriously, what are you doing in my inbox??? I don’t even know how to begin replying to this one??? All I can say is GO OUT THERE AND WRITE IT. This definitely could be a whole thing and I love the elements you have given to Stiles’ character??? I am such a sucker for fics where Stiles is a major badass/wields his spark in the most impressive of ways. Honestly love *pats your back big time* - now go out there and make it happen! YOU CAN DO IT.

*shakes pompoms*

#precious nonnies are precious #teen wolf rewrite #nonnie