The only thing chorusing through your brain was to get as far away as fast as possible. The guy you had been set up with on a blind date had turned out to be an actual monster, complete with fangs and tentacles.
You’d taken off, your sky scraper heels in hand, lungs burning with the effort of running. The pavement and debris was cutting into the sensitive skin of your feet as you turned sharply down the alley, the foot steps of that… thing growing to be too close for comfort.
“I got the girl, you deal with it.”
You’d barely registered the accented words, before you were pressed roughly against the brick wall. You inhaled and opened your mouth to scream, before a large and tattooed hand clapped over your lips. A dozen feet away, there was the sound of a struggle and what sounded to be roars.
A jerk of his arm kept you from looking towards to noise.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know sweetheart.”
Your eyes focused on the man in front of you, drawn immediately to his soft eyes. There was just something about him that was comforting, even if the crescent moon tattoo on the top of his cheek bone spoke of danger.
“You can scream if you want.”
You took a deep breath and shook your head, willing your body to relax. The man in front of you gave the smallest of smiles before releasing his grip on you.
“My name is Aleister. My companion, who will be joining us shortly, is Dante. We need to talk, (Y/N).”
Here is the Lance & Blue comic I promised ! Omg I spent way too much time on this … I really LOVE to draw Lance & Blue <3 My fav paladin & Lion. (And yes, Paladins playing with their lions would be the cutest thing.) (I will definitely draw more lion stuff.)
My Sylvari Chronomancer, Aurlus, and his ooze companion, Squeegee. Don’t let that face fool you. He may seem like a carefree and energetic airhead, but behind that smile lies a sleeping devil.
Aurlus is a Magister in the Durmand Priory, a career that pairs well with his love of adventure and thirst for knowledge. He enjoys being in the field and being able to explore old tombs and dangerous ruins… but he turns into a slacker as soon as he has to do any desk work. Aurlus will “bully” the Novices in his charge (mostly Newwton) by pushing his work onto them while he takes off on his own. But hey! It builds character! Or so he claims.
Aurlus is also VERY devoted to his family. He dotes on his wife and daughter and loves them both dearly. He won’t hesitate to whip out his wallet or albums full of family photos to proudly show them off.
(Sorry for the lack of art updates! Life has been kicking my butt and eating up all of my motivation.)
(this is a sequel to THIS ‘I think there’s someone in the house’ fic!)
The paramedics hammer on the door, and Neil looks up, teary-eyed, from where his face is pressed into Andrew’s damp hair. He’s feeling for his breath with the back of his hand, waiting moment to moment for Andrew to die in his arms, silently like he does everything else. Urgency keeps stunning Neil all over again, hysterical defibrillators. The EMT’s are calling out through the wall, muffled but calm.
It feels unthinkably wrong, their absolute evenness and ease outside his door when his life is an exposed neck and Andrew’s death is the whirring blade of a saw.
He realizes that he has to get up to let them in, and it seems as impossible as it would be for Andrew to spring up and answer the door himself. He feverishly wants them to crumple the door to splinters and be inside already.
It’s a herculean effort to ease Andrew to the ground, like he’s gritting his teeth and cutting off his own leg. He touches Andrew’s clammy face briefly but he can’t bring himself to try and slap him awake. He props Andrew’s bare feet up on the rim of the bath so the blood will flood towards his head, at least.
He feels untethered to his body when he stands, a helium balloon with its usual weight passed out on the bathroom floor. He falls into the wall immediately, adrenaline neck and neck with exhaustion.
He finds his way to the front door without his mind’s help. His head is in the bathroom with Andrew, and he knows that no matter what happens it’ll be there for a long, long time.
The next time he blinks, a man in uniform is holding his biceps and peering down at him seriously.
“—sir? Sir, are you hurt at all?”
“No,” Neil says, lips numb. “Bathroom. He’s in the bathroom. He’s bleeding to death.”
He turns, easily slipping the paramedic’s grip. There’s a procession of them, hefting a gurney and a couple of kits, and they’ve brought all the cold from outside in on their heels. They’re such a foreign object in their warm, messy apartment — uniformed, official, and precise.
It’s deadly, walking in and seeing Andrew spread out in his boxers, blood oozing through his t-shirt from his loose stitches, pale enough to match the porcelain. Neil’s seen enough corpses to recognize what they look like.
He falls heavily to his knees and puts his head directly to his chest, listening, tears slipping hotly over the bridge of his nose.
“Please,” he slurs. His heartbeat is a tentative thud, a knock from an unexpected guest. “Help him. Now, help him now.”
“We’re going to try our best Sir, but you’ve got to get out of the way,” someone says gently.
He topples backwards onto his hands. It’s a cramped space, and he knows it would be easier if he waited outside, but he also knows he’d rather die than leave them alone with him.
The first guy kneels down and takes Andrew’s pulse, and Neil shakes his head. They’re too slow, time is feeding directly into a wide open drain.
“He needs an IV. He’s two litres down, at least. You’ve got to—“ A petite woman puts a hand on his shoulder and he shrugs her off violently. “No! You have to listen to me.”
“We know what we’re doing,” she says. “Are you an MD?” She eyes him doubtfully, gaze flitting from his scars to where her colleagues are taking vitals and cutting through Andrew’s clothes.
“Yes,” Neil says wildly. “And he needs an IV. Possibly two. Large-bore, normal saline. He’s not getting any oxygen, and he’s been like this for as long as it took you to gather your meager response team.”
She purses her lips, but she’s a professional. He can see her repressing her anger and it infuriates him. He feels like he’s crashing, over and over again, and he’s watching someone daintily pump the breaks.
“He’s right,” one of the EMT’s says distractedly. “We’re gonna need to get some fluids started, he’s in hypovolemic shock, sats below 50.”
“You want to tell me what happened?” one of the men asks.
“No,” Neil says as evenly as he can manage, reaching out to graze Andrew’s cold fingers.
“Did you do these stitches?” the woman asks, pulling at Andrew’s skin to get a better look at them. He suddenly sees how they must look to them, sloppy and angry red. Neil bends her arm away without thinking about it.
“Don’t touch him,” he snaps. He could break her arm and it would make him feel better. He drops her, disoriented by his own violence.
“There’s no need to be antagonistic,” the first man says. “We don’t want to have to remove you.”
“You really don’t,” Neil agrees. “You won’t succeed.”
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 4,294 AN: PURE FILTH. I apologize in advance. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for their input and Chloe for worrying that I was killing the poor reader here. Trust me, she can handle it lmao.
To say that Stiles was a bit of an exhibitionist was an understatement. He liked to fuck you wherever and whenever he wanted, and he got off on the fact that you could be caught at any moment. It had surprised you at first, the normally sarcastic and awkward boy hadn’t struck you as the type, but he was kinky as fuck, and good at what he did. He could leave you a writhing, panting mess with just his words, and his mouth and tongue were more than you could handle sometimes. His fingers were a godsend, and he knew how to get you off quicker than you could do it yourself. On top of his insatiable daddy kink, things with him were never boring.
Pairing : Sam x Reader Word count : 2,550 Author : Mel Warnings : Knotting, Smut, Dom/Sub, A/B/O Roleplay, pinch of praise kink, mention of breeding kink Square filled : Knotting Written for @spnkinkbingo
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